𓍯𓂃 testing times || sam winchester x fem!reader 𓍯𓂃
➶ warnings: HEAVY smut (18+), dirty talking, slight dom!sam, unprotected p in v (cloak the joker before you poke her), exhibitionism if you squint, established relationship, fluffy ending
➶ summary: a never-ending week long hunt and a shared motel room with the winchester brothers makes you test poor sam's self-control, but you might not be in as much control as you think...
➶ word count: 3.4k (i'm so sorry, this was meant to be short)
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Sam’s left hand flew to cover your mouth as his tip hit that deep spot that made your insides go hot and gooey. His hand was sweaty against your mouth as he tried to stifle your moans with each deep thrust of his hips.
Normally, the younger Winchester brother would take care of you in a bed cushioned by soft pillows and blankets, where you’d be warm, alone, and allowed (read: encouraged) to make as much noise as you both wanted. That was his favourite setting. But you were a week into a hunt with no end in sight, and you’d been particularly needy (and mean) today, teasing Sam by grazing your hand across his chest and biceps, bending over in front of him a lot, and saying his name in a particular way that you knew got him hard and just as desperate as you were.
Sam, usually the king of self-restraint, finally cracked when you announced later that night that you were going outside to get your phone charger and walked past the brothers seated at the little wooden table in the two bedroom motel room - Sam typing away on the computer and Dean busily reading a book the size of an encyclopedia on possible monsters that could remove the bones from a body without cutting the skin. You’d leant down to kiss Sam on the cheek (so that Dean wouldn’t hear a thing) and whispered in his ear about the wet dream you’d had last night where you could feel his cock pulsing deep in your throat as you sucked him off on your knees in the bunker library.
He’d stiffened as soon as he heard you walking towards him, attempting to brace for whichever way you were about to torment him, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the absolute filth that came from your mouth while his brother was seated only across the table. When you had leant down and whispered in Sam’s ear, his jaw and cock twitched with a sharp breath intake. Smirking at his noticeable reaction, you promptly walked away with a little swing in your hips and out the door. Sam’s eyes darted to his brother to see if he’d heard your dirty mouth, but Dean seemed too absorbed in the book in front of him, tapping the pen he held in his left hand back and forth while his tongue poked slightly out.
Sam waited a beat after the door clicked shut before accidentally closing the laptop a little too hard, getting up (while trying to cover his obvious hard-on), and walking out after you. He stormed towards the Impala as you grabbed the cold car door handle to open the backseat and reach in for your charger. Before you could even fully open it, Sam reached you and slammed the door shut, spinning you around so that you were facing him.
“Sammy…” you drawled, giving him your best puppy eyes as he pressed you firm against the door, making sure you knew damn well how hard he was. His left hand was pushed against the doorframe by your shoulder and his right hand grabbed your waist, kneading the flesh on your hip. His brow was firmly locked as he stared darkly into your face. He was so close that his cologne filled your nose and throat, a heated mixture of cypress and grapevine that went straight to your core. You wanted to lick him.
“Sammy,” you repeated with a head tilt, “are you okay?” You snaked your hands around the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. It was really soft. “You look like something’s bothering you.” A tug on the hair at the nape of his neck made his face falter and jaw clench - you couldn’t hide your growing smirk at his reaction. Sam regained some semblance of self-control and stared at you like he was thinking something over, which he was - he was debating whether he should risk just bending you over the hood of the Impala and railing you with your ankles above your head where anyone could walk out and see you both. But Sam was mostly a gentleman, so without so much as a word, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back of the motel where neither passing car headlights from the road nor the motel’s streetlights reached.
His hot hands firmly guided your hips into the wall, your skin prickling at the sensation as your head bumped into the cold bricks. You shivered as he stood flush against you, both of you breathing heavily and quickly. Heated breaths floated in the small space between the two of you, moonlit in the cold winter night. You looked up at Sam, feeling a little nervous after seeing the look in his eyes. Maybe you had pushed him a little too far this time…
He chuckled gruffly as he said your name, “I feel like I could eat you right now.” Heat rushed to your face as his forearm moved to rest by the right side of your face, his other hand resuming the kneading of the flesh on your hips. You felt a gush fall from your insides and instinctively rolled your hips into him. Sam closed his eyes and groaned at the movement. “You,” he dipped his face and ghosted his lips over your neck, “are such a fucking tease.” His breath was hot against your skin, making you squirm. You let out a shaky breath and gripped the front of his hoodie, squeezing your legs together to relieve the heat glowing between your thighs. His closeness and scent made your head spin.
A whine escaped your chest as Sam moved his left hand to grab the side of your jaw and bite your neck. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sammy,” you responded with what little confidence you had left. Sam laughed meanly against your neck, pressing his right knee in between your legs and pinning them apart. Your hips bucked at his roughness, your head rolling upwards to the night sky. “Don’t try to act clueless now, baby”. His right hand lifted your shirt slightly, his touch burning across your bare skin as he began slowly trailing across your hips to your navel, before moving even slower down to your heat. “I’m giving you exactly what you wanted.”
His fingertips unbuttoned your jeans and pulled down the zipper. Your breathing hitched at the metal sound. “Tell me I’m wrong.” You could feel his fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, the cold temperature hitting your core and making your fingertips tingle. Sam’s face moved steadily away from your neck to gaze at your face, pulling your jaw down from the sky to look at him. “You talked a lot of game today.” His tone was silky but his pupils were blown wide, thumb dragging against your bottom lip. “Let’s see if you can play.”
When Sam finally kissed you, you almost started sobbing. The kiss was deep, hungry, and messy - his lips warm but bruising and rough against yours. Hands were desperately grabbing at clothing and skin. You both moaned at the other’s touch after the long buildup of the day. His knees moved to cage you as his tongue pushed into your mouth; it was hot, heavy, dominating, and frustrated. He tasted like mint and warm brown sugar.
Gasps reverberated off the motel’s brick wall, neither of you wanting to breathe unless it was the air from the other’s lungs. Sam’s hips rolled into your arched body, his hard cock pressing deep into your barely clothed core through his jeans, pulling broken whimpers from both of you. You felt like you were ascending to some place higher than heaven, Sam’s pulsing body the only thing capable of keeping you grounded. Your hands pushed back on his waist, making him groan at the loss of contact between your lips - a string of saliva between your mouths - as you began dropping to your knees. He lunged at you, grabbing your wrists before your knees touched the grassy earth and pulling you back up. Your wrists were pinned firmly against your chest by his left hand and he tutted. “As much as I want my cock down your throat, sweetheart, we can act out your dream when we get home. Right now, though,” he looked down hungrily at your heat, “I need to be inside you.”
You were panting when Sam’s gaze returned to your face. His eyes were practically black - he looked possessed, the whites of his eyes shining ever so slightly like a halo. His right hand returned to the waistband of your underwear, jeans still sitting open on your hips. Your hands twitched, hips bucking into him as his index and middle fingers ghosted your clit, dragging slowly down to your entrance. “God, you’re so wet,” he crooned, his forehead rested against yours. Your jaw went slack as he touched you through your soaked underwear, his fingers rubbing up and down your slit so calculatedly it made your knees buckle. “Sammy…” you moaned, staring up at him with desperate and glassy eyes, and he leant down to cover your mouth with his.
He slipped his two long fingers past your underwear and into your heat, eliciting a pornographic cry from your chest Sam stifled with his tongue. He chuckled at your reaction - you were always so receptive for him and it made him feel like a king (and extremely bricked). He kissed you deeper, getting off on the sensation of your dripping heat clenching around his fingers. He gave you two blissful thrusts of his fingers before quickly withdrawing them, making you whine and your eyebrows scrunch at his movement.
“That’s mean,” you warned breathlessly. Your arms were still pinned tight to your chest, and you were starting to feel a little powerless. Sam only made this worse when he brought his fingers glistening with your slick up to his mouth, pausing to make sure you were watching him, and sucked them clean. Your eyes went wide, a small pathetic sound left your lips at his action. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have my cock after the way you behaved today,” he drawled cruelly. “Making me have to palm myself after you…” Sam squeezed his brow and eyes shut, groaning and rocking his hips into the air at the memory of your relentless teasing during the day. He saw your smugness when he opened his eyes and cursed. “Anyway,” he continued hoarsely, his right hand sliding up and down the curve of your waist, “you’re telling me you don’t want my cock buried in your guts right now?” The smirk instantly fell from your face at his words. He saw it. “Mmm, that’s what I thought, sweetheart.”
He released your arms from your chest as his hands flew to grip and guide your jaw in a passionate and sloppy kiss. You both rolled your hips into each other before his hands feverishly grabbed at your jeans to pull them down. Your now freed hands moved just as desperately to unbutton his jeans and drag down his boxers.
Kissing down to suck on his slacking jaw, you briefly palmed his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other through his underwear to tease him, wanting to feel him throb and make him whimper (which he did). He whined your name in a warning before you pulled down his boxers to let them pool at his ankles with his jeans. Sam was quite the sight to see - his thick and slightly angled cock pulsed with each inhale, precum dripped sweetly from his rounded tip. The white full-moon in the night sky made it shine and sent heat straight to your gut.
You shimmied out of your baggy jeans and quickly removed your drenched underwear. When you stood back up, he again pressed you flush to the brick wall, fisting his cock in his right hand before running it through your slick folds. Both of you groaned. Panting and feeling like your body was about to ignite, you turned around and pushed out your ass. Sam smirked at the scene, “So that’s how you want this to go?” His body moved to shape perfectly to yours, his left hand falling to your hip while his right traced a soft circle on the nape of your neck. You gave him a sly smile over your right shoulder before turning your head to kiss him.
“Yes, please.” You hummed sweetly.
When Sam’s cock slid inside you, you both moaned explicitly into each other’s mouths. “Oh, sweetheart…” he groaned hotly next to your ear. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think or move. All you could do was let out a strangled sound of pleasure and neediness. You knew exactly how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t care less. You were exactly where you wanted to be - pinned to Sam’s muscular chest radiating heat, gasping on the tips of your toes with his cock buried deep in your heat, and his hips pressed roughly against your ass. His hungry thrusts into your core started a couple seconds after he bottomed out, grunting in your ear about how soft and warm you were and how pretty you sounded. His movements were sharp, a little punishing to tell you he was the one in control (was he really, though?). Drool dribbled from your mouth down your jaw, every roll of Sam’s hips raising another broken whimper out of you. Sam wasn’t any quieter.
He licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your ear, making you pulse around his cock. He felt it.
So that was how you ended up in this rather compromising position. Your forearms were pressed against the cold bricks, your head dipped between your arms like you were deep in prayer, possibly asking for forgiveness from the man absolutely drilling into you from behind. Your mind was completely numb from pure pleasure and bliss, tears burning hot in your eyes. Sam’s cock hit that gooey spot again, making you moan so loud despite his hand still gripping your mouth that your throat hurt and your eyes rolled so far back into your skull you saw stars. “Shhhhh, baby”, he groaned in your ear as he kept thrusting, “I’ll have to stop if you keep moaning like that”. But you and Sam both knew he wouldn’t stop. Not until you were clenching around his cock, cumming hard and sweetly.
Your head felt so high you couldn’t respond. Each stroke was more heated, more desperate, more feral than the last. Your legs were shaking violently with every slam of Sam’s forceful hips as he continued to fuck you, your legs threatening to give way. He was so warm, so consuming behind you. Your skin was tingling with Sam’s heavy grunting as he leaned into you, resting his forehead on your shoulder and pressing his chest firmly into your back. You felt a searing heat sparking in your core, the coil begging to snap. Sam could feel your breathing quicken against his hand. “You close?”, he groaned your name lowly in your ear, “Yeah you are.”
You try to moan Sam’s name as tears start to burn down your cheeks, but he’d fucked all the air out of your lungs. All you could do was lift your head and let it roll back onto Sam. He moved his hand to the side of your mouth to let you take a quick small breath. “Go on baby”, he grunted as his hand returned to cover your mouth, his thrusts quickening as you both feel your orgasm about to ruin you, “cum for me.”
Your body seized as you came, screaming into his hand, a hot gush pouring from deep within you as you clenched around Sam’s cock. “Good girl”. You could hear from his voice he was smirking so fucking proudly. “That’s my good girl.”
You were so fucked out, heat spreading through your body to your fingertips as you started to go limp. Sam moved his left arm from your mouth, confident you would no longer alert the motel neighbours to your activities, to hug the front of your shoulders close to him. His thrusts became erratic as your orgasm quelled, and one particular falter of his hips told you he was about to cum. Sam was trying so hard to muffle his moans by biting your shoulder, but they kept slipping past and escaping into the dark night. “Please, Sammy,” you whined, “please cum inside me.” Sam’s forehead and eyes squeezed shut as he stilled, a lewd sound ripping from his chest with his cock twitching as he came deep and desperate inside you. The white hot liquid made your insides sticky as he rode out his high with a couple slow grinds. Both of you stood there when he finished his movements, panting hotly into the cold air as you both tried to regain your breathing. He kissed the right side of your neck sweetly, his left hand rubbing your shoulder gently.
“I love you”, you and Sam whisper in sync. Both of you laughed before Sam groans quietly and you wince at the sensation of your insides clenching around his semi-hard cock still buried in your core. He took a deep breath, “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” He quickly kissed your right cheek as he slowly left your warmth.
He took a few steps back, pulling out a couple tissues from his front pocket. You turn around and look at him, your eyes narrowing. “I promise they’re clean,” he says, showing the plastic packaging for your approval. You nod and he bends down to your heat to carefully swipe away your collective mess. Once he finishes, Sam pulls up his jeans and quickly scans around for a bin - half-walking, half-sprinting to it once he spots it to dispose of the dirty tissues before returning to you as you button up your jeans.
He looked down into you, his left hand returning to hold the side of your jaw tenderly as he leans down to kiss you. It was soft and sweet - you melt a little into him. “I should tease you like that more often,” you grin into the kiss and giggle, giving his ass a smack. He raises his eyebrows in a challenge, amused. “You, sweetheart”, he returns your smile, “are going to be the death of me.”
Snaking your arm around his to hold onto his bicep, you walk back together to the motel room. You lean into him and sigh, his arm feeling strong and warm against your tired body, and his cologne embracing you like a gentle wind. As much as you’d enjoyed the last however many minutes outside, you really couldn’t wait for a hot shower, and to cuddle and fall asleep with Sam in a warm bed.
Sam, ever the gentleman (I did say he was mostly one) opened the shared motel room door and motioned for you to enter first. You beamed up at him and ducked under his arm, walking into the room a little like a baby giraffe taking its first steps. He followed in behind you and closed the door, kissing the top of your head and giving you a quick squeeze as you look towards Dean who was still deep in focus and showing no sign of noticing either of you entering the room. As Sam locks the door, Dean huffs and shuts the book in front of him with a thud, “You two get that charger?” Both you and Sam stilled, unsure if you should be looking at Dean or away from him.
“It’s alright, love bunnies”. Dean coos, pushing his chair back lazily and standing up with a stretch. He makes no eye contact as he grabs a towel hung near the heater and walks past the both of you towards the bathroom. “Next time you guys want some alone time”, he pauses in the bathroom doorway and looks back at you and Sam with a fake smile, his head tilting, “just fucking tell me.”
Dean closes the door, the sound of the shower starting in the next room over. You and Sam turn to each other, both a little flushed from embarrassment, before grinning at each other.
“Better go get my charger…”
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DEANY BABY i'm so sorry. promise i'll make it up to you in the next fic.
let me know if this was not filthy enough, it's been a little too long since i last wrote and i too feel like a baby giraffe taking its first steps.
