Innocent Until Proven Kinky
Summary: Winchesters find reader’s porn folder on their computer, interagation by Sammy ensues. Female reader.
I’m going to tag @kittenofdoomage because I think she’ll like it.
In all honesty they hadn’t mean to stumble across it. All that Sam and Dean were trying to do was use your computer for research. Dean got bored and started digging around and when a private folder appeared he couldn’t help himself, and Sam was all to eager to get inside that little head of yours so he hacked the folder.
They didn’t fear you finding out, you were out on a run, should be gone for a while. They had time. Pulling their chairs beside each other, the two men explored the folder, mouths slacking and cocks hardening. “Awe fuck,” Dean swore breathlessly as he watched the porn in front of him. “She’s a kinky shit ain’t she Sammy?”
Sam could only nod as his lips watered at the though of you in all the compromising, beautiful positions he could get you in. “Innocent until proven kinky.” He mumbled shutting the laptop before Dean could protest. “I’m going to need this for evidence.”
Dean nodded with a smug respect. “I understand.” His eyes twinkled as he left the library for the night.
Upon your arrival you were met with a looming Sam Winchester. His arms were crossed against his chest as he sat on one of the war room tables. “Where were you?” He asked just short of a growl.
He tossed his hair back which may or may not have made the constant heat between your thighs worse. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
His hand tickled under your chin, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Be a good girl for daddy.” Your mouth floundered, your body going limp in shock. A low chuckle left his lips as he scooped you up quickly, cradling you to his chest as he carried you to the dungeon. “See I know all about your stash of porn, quite impressive really, better than Dean’s.”
You shivered, your lip trembling in embarrassment as he sat you down in a plushy chair underneath the chains. “How could you?” You accused weakly, your face a dark red.
Sam’s lips turned up in a smirk as he handcuffed your wrists. “I’m the one asking the question sweetheart.”
It was infuriating that he had so much control over you. You knew you could say no anytime you wanted, but you found you couldn’t. “I went thought each and every single one of those videos and PDF files.” He blew a puff of hot air in your ear as he nimbly unbuttoned the flannel you had been wearing, reveal a perky set of nipples standing erect for him. “Naughty girl.” He purred letting his thumbs trail your pebbled nibbled slowly.
His attention didn’t linger too long in one spot as he moved your hips up so he could wriggle you out of your leggings. “My personal favorite was the lovely breeding pregnancy kink work.” Sam chuckled with calculated deception as he pulled away from you completely and started pacing the room. “Though the Chris Evans smut was up there.”
You couldn’t look Sam in the even of you wanted to, you knew how the night was going to go and there was no use in cumming in your panties yet. “Did you like the breeding one?”
A long pause occurred before you shook your head. Sam clicked his tongue. “Darling dont forget you’re under oath.” There was a subtle southern drawl to his gritty voice that seemed to magnify and creep into all the right places.
“You’re telling me, that the phrase,” he paused pulling out a god damn notebook and grinned, “ “spread those legs nice and wide for me, let me put a baby in ya” doesn’t turn you on in the slightest?” He shrugged and carelessly tossed the notebook over his shoulder. “Here I was thinking after we’ve been together for a year all you wanted was me fucking you so far deep into the matress you cried was all you wanted.”
“Sammy please.” You mewled desperation tugging at the cuff and trying to work your fingers toward your lace cover core.
“What baby? Want me to take you back to my room?” You nodded eagerly and jumped up, giving Sam a full view of your slick inner thighs. “I can see you do.”
He gave your ass a playful slap. “Go be on my bed, hands and knees.” He barked out causing you to jump and comply.
Sam followed behind you, after he put the handcuffs away. There was only so much roleplay he could do with those. Right now all he and his cock wanted was to sink so far deep into you that you couldn’t walk for days, which he wouldn’t mind because damn, the though of you getting filled with his cum over and over until you were pregnant was too much.
He found you like he asked and offered your praise. His lips trailed across his tongue as a nimble finger peeled the lace away giving him unrestricted access to you. Sam flicked his tongue inside you, nibbling slightly to help stretch you out. “Gonna do it you know.” He grunted after pulling away with a string of your juice on his lips.
Your eyes widened slightly as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand, “Do what?”
Sam kissed you sweetly, letting you taste yourself. “Gonna fill you up nice and round with my baby.” And if you weren’t a trembling mess before, you were now. Your hips sought his quickly in a buck, but he tsked. “That’s not how they did it in the story.”
At this point you didn’t give a damn about continuity errors, you just wanted him. Regardless you rolled over onto your tummy, letting Sam guide your hands up to his headboard. “That’s better.” His stomach rippled against your back and almost immediately you felt a rush of heat to your thighs.
A brief moment later Sam was working you open from behind, his fingers slick and sloppy. “Gonna take my cock like a good girl?” You nodded rapidly, tired of waiting. “I know you will sweetheart.” He kissed your skin softly before replacing his fingers with his tip. “Ready sweetheart? Ready to be filled up and round with my baby? A little Winchester in that very tummy you’re laying on?”
He snapped his hips up into you quickly, bucking and moving in an all too primal state. “Gonna domesticate ourselves.” He continued each word and thrust building you both to your highs. “You’re going to carry my baby and every single man and woman, demon and angel will know who you belong to. Belong to me!” He went deep and harder now, wanting to hear those beautiful moans fall from your lips, “i’m going to be there, every step of the way watching you swell and shine with the baby.” His lips found your ears as he nestled his head in your shoulder, his large palms sprawling on your tummy, keeping you closer to him.
Sweat dripped off you both as his lips parted, letting petty breaths fall from them. You whined and wriggle as his thrusts lost their routine and became quick , desperate jolts. “Come on, Y/N,come for me!”He was begging now as he slipped a hand down to feel you release.
The action was a domino, causing Sam to scream out a guttural cry releasing string after string of cum inside you. You closed your eyes feeling the orgasm rock you both even after he had finished and had pulled out, resting beside you.
Talking wasn’t necessary, silence was common. Sam always had a wash rag and glass of water ready, this time no different, his touches were gentle and assuring as he peppered kissed all over you. “You always surprise me.” He coed nipping your nose.
You giggled, turning pink and ducking to his chest. “I’m just cute like that.”
He grinned and ruffled your hair, “You’d be even cuter with a baby belly.”