#smuttay

Sam loves to have his hair pulled... but be warned... the harder you pull... the harder he does whatever he happens to be doing...

Are his teeth grazing your pulse? Tug a hand through his hair and he’ll bite down...nearly breaking the skin as he reacts, moaning against your throat. 

Are his lips sealed gently around your clit? Pull his chestnut locks and feel the vacuum of his kiss suck so hard it almost hurts, pulling a scream from deep inside of you. 

Is his big cock rocking slowly into you, paced to keep your orgasm on edge for as long as possible while he watches you unfold beneath him? Grab his hair and feel his hips slam hard into you, his lean thighs slap into your ass as his pace quickens almost too fast, too rough, sending you careening over the edge...

Sam needs to be in charge. 

Sam needs to have utter control when he walks into a vamp nest, or chasing down a monster, and that rolls over into bed with you. 

He will savor your pussy for hours on end if you let him, eagerly pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, but he’s going to run the show. If you squirm, he presses a giant hand down on your lower belly, keeping you still. If you thrash, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. If you try to close your legs, he spreads them wide with both hands, pinning your inner thighs open as far as they’ll go and then some. 

oh, Dean Winchester is a full on switch, my darling. Dean will do whatever his partner needs. He’s a people pleaser. He will Dom you, submit to you, roll himself in honey and glitter if it makes you happy. Dean wants nothing more than for you to walk away in the morning smiling ear to ear and limping just enough so that everyone knows you had a good night...

Misha takes his time.

His finger gently running down the middle of you; forehead to cunt, a straight, slow line that does more than any kiss every will. He draws your attention fully to that single finger as it climbs up and down the curve of your nose, dips softly between your lips, glides down the column of your throat. He keeps his pace steady, blue eyes on yours as they start to relax, the focus clearly shattered, irises glazing over. He listens to your breath start to calm as his finger reaches the valley of your breast, sees the deep inhale while he continues down towards your navel. Your shoulders relax, head gently rolling when he hits your lower belly, and he knows he’s got you ready to let go. 

Dean is a big fan... when the mood is right. It’s not an all the time desire, but there are nights... every now and then, when he needs to feel filled up... needs to be pushed a little bit further than usual, craves that fullness and total surrender that comes with taking your dildo up his tight ass. 

Such a beautiful sight to see him practically begging for it... Green eyes mere slits that fill with tears as you ease the lubed cock inside... Full bottom lip snagged tight between his front teeth as he holds in the cry... thick fingers gripping the sheets as you push in slowly... burying yourself inch by inch...

What, like the fact that Dean is the only man Sam has ever been with? 

He knows it’s not like that for Dean. Dean’s... different. He picks up chicks at bars, brings home hot guys in the middle of the night, and that’s OK. Sam’s used to it. Sure, there’s a pang of jealously every now and then, but it’s not too much to handle. 

Sam’s no stranger to picking up a waitress here and there, accepting an invitation from a busy bartender now and then, but men... He’s too awkward, too shy to try that. Besides, Dean’s the only man he’s ever really wanted anyway. 

Not that he hasn’t tried. There’ve been a few times when some handsome cop has looked at Sam a little too much, his eyes lingering on Sam’s lips as he speaks and he thinks... maybe... but no. He can’t imagine it with any man but Dean. 

He knows Dean better than he knows himself. If he closes his eyes, he can feel Dean’s calloused fingers raking down his body, feel Dean’s plump, slick lips pressing into his. He knows the shape of his tongue, the inside of Dean’s mouth, the bumps and ridges of his cheeks as they hollow and squeeze around his cock. He knows the feeling of Dean’s solid by soft chest pressed hard against his back. The hot stream of Dean’s breath in his ear, the heavy, forbidden moans that push from Dean’s gut as he buries himself deep inside of Sam. 

There’s no way he could get that from another man. 

There’s only ever been Dean. 

There only will ever be Dean. 

There’s a very special noise that Dean makes when he begs. It almost has the cadence of a puppy begging for a treat. His plump lips flush out in a heavy pout, the crease between his eyes deepens, his green eyes sparkle with tears. 

He’s tense, strung out on bliss, but desperate and begging to cum. He needs to be filled up, needs to have his balls emptied until there’s nothing left. 

He’s so beautiful when he begs. His eyes flutter; thick lashes lining his eyes like a baby doll, freckles popping out against his skin as it pales. His muscles are tense, his stomach almost shaking as his cock bobs. 

There’s nothing better than watching him crumble like this, watching his heart race and his mind empty as he pleads for release.