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48 yo high-school teacher Dean Smith giving 17 yo student Sam Wesson a hard time.

He would always call him first in oral recitations then humiliating him in class because he couldn't answer, shushing him right away once he hears even a whisper of that one familiar voice, had smacked him behind the head one time for chewing gum, even made him stay and clean the whole room by himself for his tardiness. He was basically painting the young man's image as a troublemaker who lacked basic school ethics or respect, when really, he was just a boy trying his best in school.

But what the teenager didn’t know is that Mr. Smith was just a perverted old man who’d jerk off to an imaginary image of him bent over his desk and getting his ass-cherry popped by his mean and scary teacher.

He didn't know that he'd watch him like a hawk in class when no one's looking, or how jealous he gets when his classmates give him attention, so he'd get him in trouble in hopes that it would drive people away from him.

And he most certainly didn’t know about the pictures saved on his teacher’s camera roll, and Smith would lust over one specific picture of his exposed, slutty waist from when they were doing warm ups in pe with his shorts slightly down, revealing a glimpse of his v-line and underwear waistband.

He’d full on cup his asscheeks through his jeans, yank him close until sam’s crotch hits perfectly under dean’s chin while looking up at him like he’s sex-starved (they just fucked in the impala on the way back).

then sam’s scolding him to keep still as if he wasn’t getting bricked-up in his pants from dean’s neediness

Like, 17 yo Dean would be doing just about anything-- either research for dad's hunting trips, or reading magazines stashed underneath cabinets of the motel room. Then 13 yo Sam would approach him, trembling, tears flowing down his cheeks non-stop, and clearly deeply anxious.

Then Dean would go: "Got somethin' to say?" To acknowledge his baby brother's sudden presence, his expression blank and eyes glued to a page.

Sam sniffs, mouth hesitant, "De, I.. I-I don't wanna do..things with you anymore.." He spat out anyway.

That caught Dean's attention immediately.. but his composure was calm, and it irritated Sam so much but could only express his anger through soft sobs and cries.

"I- I don't like it when you touch my ass, o-or when you tell me to be quiet cuz dad's asleep. We're brothers, Dean, and.. it's not what we're supposed to do.." Sam says his piece in the most proper way possible in between sniffs and the constant gasp for air.

Still, Dean wasn't even nearly bothered. Didn't get angry, or reply back with a threat. Instead, he stood from the bed and calmly walks towards Sam. Sam on the other hand, he was ready to take a beating, he always was when it comes to Dean.

But what he didn't expect was for Dean to pull him in a warm.. almost sensual hug.

"Sammy.. I love you so, so much, d'you know that?" He whispers beside his ear, and it felt endearing, sincere. And that made Sam sob even more, not because he felt comforted, but he went farther away from comfort. "I'd do anything to protect you.. I just need you here, with me. Can't have you leaving me, alright?"

Sam fucking hated himself even more. Because he leaned forward and once again sunk back into Dean's lies, arms immediately wrapped around his big brother's waist while he endured the on-going plethora of "I love you" and "I'll keep you safe" against his ear.

Even when Dean's filthy hands were all over his lower back and shoulders, torturing him with every loving stroke, and staining his face with taunting kisses.

Dean knows and remembers all of it. When Sam first lost a bet and stupidly agrees to let Dean do as he pleases to his face with the use of products he had casually stolen from a lady at a bar. It was all fun and games, it was supposed to be funny until your stomach starts hurting.

Now, he's staring down at his little brother, velvet lipstick smeared on his lips and waterfall of clumpy mascara running down his cheeks. Dean's hand were secured around his neck as he watched his dick disappear underneath the cheerleader skirt Sam was wearing.

He looked awful. Like a drunk whore dumped in an alley from a sex party.. and so beautiful like he was made for this. For Dean.

Sam's evidence stained across Dean's thumb, the white sheets beneath them, and etching sinful sounds all around for the room to remember. God, he was so loud, and he wouldn't stop crying, painting his face in shades of red and black. It was just lipstick and mascara, but Dean didn't expect Sam to make such an art from it.

"De-- please! oh- god!" Sam could call out to god a hundred times, but it always rolled out of his tongue perfectly. Not only that, but Dean's name all over again.

Then Sam's begging for permission to cum, it was pathetic. Tears flowing from his eyes non-stop, a hand against the headboard to keep himself from thumping on it, and the other on Dean's abdomen as if preventing them from fusing together because Dean was inching towards him hard.

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He had to. He needs to, so bad.

He leans down to satisfy his agonizing hunger, wanting to savor what Sam tasted like. He didn't mind if the taste was bitter from the lipstick smudged past the lining of Sam's lips, or when he got the velvet mess all over his own mouth but kept sucking all the way down to his brother's neck to spread the mark evenly.

That's when Sam's cries turned louder. Dean's hands went under his skirt and moved it out the way because he wanted a clear view of when Sam cums untouched.

dean winchester the typa guy who fucks his little brother in the middle of the night, missionary style, tryna be quiet asf cuz of thin walls

then when he’s about to cum, he drills inside sam hard and deep and leans in for a kiss to shut him up, mainly cuz he likes the sound “mmm, mmph— MMM!” that sam makes before he shoves down a million babies up his non existent womb

also, he fucking loves the way sam pants after parting their mouths, looking back at him like he wants dean to keep trying to get him pregnant

cuz i mean, who's stupid enough to go hunting inside a supposedly empty school in the middle of the night, then hear footsteps and keys clanking at the far end of the hallway so now u gotta hide so u and ur lil brother won't get caught

then proceeds to cram both yourselves inside an open locker and be dumb enough to close it bcs u forgot it needs a combination for it to open. And now, being the horny trusted adults that u both are, are keeping yourselves quiet because you both got each other's knees all up in your clothed dicks and can't help but rut against it cuz it jus feels too good

then he'll be like "that's my little brother. I could set him up with you if you want." then ofc the girl says sure, so now they're all squealing and shi.

but actually, he ended up with a hand running underneath sam's shirt, mouth all over his neck and beer-flavored tongue, and sam all flustered and hot and leaning onto dean's shoulder because he practically rubbed his crotch under the table as a tease.

And all of that while looking at the girls who were eyeing his little brother all night, now they were staring back with faces of pure disgust cuz dean's a jealous lil freak who's bold enough to show off that sam winchester doesn't belong to anyone else but him.

An alternate universe where Sam had been lonely in Stanford for so long, he would use his own hands to caress himself when things get a lil too dark because it's what Dean would always do.

Then Dean came to fetch him and Sam went back to hunting with him right away knowing how much he's missed his big brother. But since years has passed, he couldn't bring himself to ask for Dean's affection, afraid he might get weirded out or tell him to grow up, so he tried very hard to restrain himself.

But one night when they shared a bed, Sam would secretly run his hands again all over his body just to help himself doze off. What he didn't anticipate was for Dean to get a hold of him, roll him over despite his large figure, and pull him into a warm embrace without a word.

Desperate, Sam immediately cowers into Dean's arms, his face all over Dean's shirt, and tangled both their legs together. It was like a huge burden was lifted off of his chest, his breathing labored once he sensed a hand up and down his back and another on his hair.

cowboy sammy bonus yeyyy