#slutty!sam

He could feel Sara's worried gaze on him but he kept his eyes forward on the door as he waited and it didn't take long for the roll of power to wash over him. John could taste the power in the air, the power of the Devil, his Boy King consort and their Knight of Hell.

The three men that exited the door were breathtaking in their beauty and to John their power.

Sam's golden eyes lit with pleasure as he spotted John and he moved with purpose as he approached John and his friends.

"Damn." Someone whispered and John couldn't blame them Sam Winchester was a true sight to behold.

"John," Sam purred his lips curling up into a seductive pout, "It has been so long since you visited I was beginning to think you didn't like our company anymore." Sam purred as he pressed his body against John.

Taking a deep breath was a mistake as John could smell Dean and Lucifer scents clinging to Sam, marking him as theirs and there had been a time John's scent would have mixed with theirs. He was tempted on was he tempted to take Sam up on what he was so freely offering. It gave him a rush of power to know with a single word he could have the feared boy king moaning and begging under him.

"Sorry luv that will have to wait."

"I'm only letting you go this once without fucking me is because you are here to save Oliver." Sam grinned as he heard Dean and Lucifer's possessive growls they never liked to be reminded of his fling with Oliver Queen, even if he was now happily married.

"We'll help as long as you promise to come back."

Every new school, it doesn’t take long for Sam to get the kind of reputation that would have Dean breaking heads if he were around to hear the way they talked about his baby brother, but Dean dropped out months ago, off hunting with Dad more often than not, and Sam’s got more freedom than he ever wanted.

He gives his first time to his soccer coach after hearing a cheerleader telling her friends about the night before, when she rode a handsome stranger in the back of a big black muscle car.

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Currently thinking of Sam and Dean, pulling into a truck stop on their way across the country to meet up with their dad. Sam can’t manage to find an appetite, not when he has to watch Dean flirt with the waitress. When Dean follows her into the back, throwing a wink over his shoulder, Sam abandons his untouched fries and heads outside. Hops up on the hood of the Impala, leans back against the windshield, lets his shirt ride up in a blatant invitation to any trucker who might be interested in a sixteen year old slut.

Some guy approaches him (some guy always approaches him) and Sam follows him, climbs into the cab of his truck without hesitation because he’s got a knife in his boot and a gun in the back of his pants, and besides that he fully intends to give this guy exactly what he wants.

He’s got a mouthful of dick and the guy’s hand fisted in his hair when the door of the truck is ripped open, and Sam’s first thought is werewolf because of the growl, before he remembers that it’s daylight and werewolves only come out at night.

Dean’s got the guy flat on his back, gun pressed hard beneath his chin and a knee on his chest, holding him down, and the guy is hysterical, going on about how “the kid was asking for it, man, he wanted it,” and Dean’s not even talking, growls louder until the guy shuts up.

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Currently thinking of Dean dragging Sam back to the car, shoving him into the passenger seat and peeling out of the lot. Sam watches him, waits for Dean to start shouting or something, but Dean just clenches the wheel, knuckles white and face flushed, and ignores him.

Sam thinks they might sit in silence for the next hundred miles, but Dean spins the wheel, sends them lurching off the highway down a dirt road, slams to a stop, and that’s really scary, because Dean never treats Baby like that.

Dean’s voice is soft, sounds hurt, when he says “I can’t do this anymore. Can’t watch you fuck everything that moves except me. I can’t, Sammy.”

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Currently thinking of Sam launching himself across the seat, almost tackling Dean in his rush to press their mouths together. And when Dean’s jaw drops in surprise, Sam takes the chance to lick inside, squirms around until he’s fully seated in his big brother’s lap.

Hey, beautiful anon!! 💕💕 First of all, thank you SO much. 💋 You put the biggest smile on my face with your incredibly sweet words!

Now, on to your d e l i c i o u s idea! LORD! 🔥Can I just say that I LOVE this? Because damn!

The thought of Sam tall as a door Winchester, with his puffy chest and full Daddy beard, on his knees taking cumshot after cumshot like he was made for it? YES PLEASE👌

And can we PLEASE talk about that filthy slut in a tight mesh tank top?! (F u c k what if he has his cute little nipples pierced?! W A N T! 🙏)

That boy needs a big bad man with a wild look in his eyes to grab him by the hem of his shirt and drag him off to the bathroom. 👀 Bonus points if the guy isn't like all the other dudes who are looking for a cheap thrill and a quick fuck. He's mysterious and alluring, and this is the first time in a long time that Sam is more interested in knowing the guy's name than getting his clothes off.

He starts off aggressive, pushing Sam into one of the stalls and slamming the door behind them. But once he's got Sammy pinned hard against the wall, his whole mood changes. He takes it down a notch, kisses Sam slow and purposefully, fingers tangled in his long, messy hair.

"Easy," he growls, giving Sam's hair a warning tug every time one of his shaky hands reaches for the guy's zipper. It's not much of a deterrent though, considering Sam's panties get a little wetter with each rough yank. "Easy, sweetheart. We've got all night."

Slow and steady is absolutely not what Sam was expecting when he saw that sly smile. And it has him mewling and writhing under the hot, heavy pressure of this guy's gorgeous body. So torn between loving the special treatment and seriously needing him to lose some of that calculated control.

"But I want it now," Sam pouts, even though he knows it's no use. He can already tell his new friend isn't about to show him any mercy. Because if his infuriating patience wasn't a dead giveaway, the wicked gleam in his beautiful eyes surely was.

"What do you want, baby?"

The stranger bites his way along Sammy's jaw, both hands finally landing on his hips to use them as leverage. Long, callused fingers digging deep, possessive bruises into smooth tanned skin.

It's clear this guy wants to make it hurt. And Sam eats it up. Back arching, needy groans being ripped from his lungs with every sloppy, open mouth kiss and desperate grind of their hips. It's so fucking good. Maybe even a little too good, because Sam can barely breathe like this but he isn't about to tell the guy to stop. He can't.

Especially when he feels the stranger start to play with his nipples. Gently rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive skin before giving those pretty silver barbells a rough tug. The sudden switch from one extreme to the other, undeniable pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of pain, makes Sam's knees go weak and he can't help but cry out. His eyes rolling back in pure ecstacy every time the guy repeats the action, biting down hard on Sam's neck with each pinch and pull.

"Huh? Tell me. Want my tongue, my fingers? I'll give you anything, just gotta ask for it."

Sam's not used to his partners being so interested in his pleasure and he has to take a minute. Big hands gripping the guy's shoulders to steady himself as he tries to form a coherent thought with that talented tongue working it's way across his collar bone. Sharp nips and soft kisses leaving his overheated skin tingling, wet, and bruised.

"Fuck me, need your cock."

The guy chuckles in response, clearly amused that Sammy was so easy to get worked up.

"You'll get it, sweetheart. But first I'm gonna taste every inch of you," he moans as he rocks his hips up, slow and as filthy as possible. Making sure Sam really feels it.

"Please."

"That's it, baby. I'm gonna take you apart piece by piece until please is the only word you can remember."

Hey there, my beautiful anon!! 💕💕 I'm SO glad you liked it!! 💋

Now, as for your amazing thoughts, holy f u c k 🔥 Babe, Y E S. That deliciously kinky trio making sex tape after sex tape for Sammy's jealous big brother to stumble upon? BURY ME HERE. 🙌

Bonus points if Dean's got Samantha in his lap, grinding her cute little ass desperately against his leaking cock. She mewls and cants her hips when Dean's hand comes up to cup her left breast, gripping the sensitive skin tight as the other slips into her black lace panties. Samantha's moans are getting louder and more obscene on the TV, the filthy wet slap of skin hitting skin making Dean's dick twitch and ooz pre-cum all over his boxers.

"Never knew you were such a fucking slut, little sister," Dean growls in her ear, low and heady. "Taking two dicks like you were made for it and still begging for more."

Sam has no idea how he can manage to sound so unbelievably sexy and murderous at the same time. All she knows is that tone never fails to send a chill up her spine. Making her ache for Dean to work out all that anger on her throbbing pussy instead of using it to torture her like this.

"Listen to you, baby girl. You're fucking gagging for it."

"Dean, please."

Sam grips Dean's wrist tight, rocking her hips forward in desperation when she feels her brother's middle finger dip inside her. The rough pad of his finger slick with her arousal as he slides it up between her folds a few times; every stroke slower and more precise than the last.

"Please big brother."

Dean's ministrations have her breathless in a matter of seconds. And no matter how hard Sam tries, she can't stop herself from shuddering at his soft, teasing touch. The older boy taking care not to press too hard when he circles her aching clit, almost painfully slow. The agonizingly light pressure making Sam throw her head back and groan his name loud enough that she knows even the people down the hall can hear. Hips jerking forward in a feeble attempt to create better friction just to be met with a rough smack to her cunt.

"Shut up, Samantha."

The hand Dean had on his sister's breast was now wrapped tight around her throat; sharp, cruel nip of his teeth leaving deep purple bruises along the length of Sam's shoulder in a fit of possessive rage. "You don't get to beg. Nasty cocksluts like you take what they're given," he spat, pulling his other hand out of her panties.

"Dean!" Samantha whimpered when Dean's grip constricted around her neck; grinding down harder against him until he couldn't help but let out a strangled moan of his own.

They were both shaking now, the air around them electric. So thick and heavy with desire that Sam could hardly breathe. Their skin blazing hot like wild fire, slippery with sweat and tingling from the intensely of each other's touch. God, it'd been so long since Sam had felt like this. Like she would actually die if she didn't feel him inside her soon, it didn't matter if it was his cock or his fingers, or even his tongue. Sam needed Dean. More than she'd ever needed anyone in her life, no matter the baggage and the years of silence between them.

"Sit still, little sister. Or I'll leave you here squirming and crying for my dick with these dirty panties tied around your wrists."

"Fuck, Dean please just touch me," Sam begs, eyes shut tight as she tries to stop moving.

"Not now, baby," her brother chuckles wickedly, settling his hand between her legs to cup her pussy gently. Knowing all to well that she was dying to rock against his palm. "I'm gonna watch your slutty little video first. And you're gonna sit here like a good girl until it's over."