Summary: When life gets to be too hard and you can’t seem to get out a dark place, who is there to pick you up and hold you?
Prompt: “Hey beautiful, you okay?”
A/N: I’ve been in a bit of a dark place for a little while now and I have felt a little alone and this was the result of it. It’s always nice to know the Winchester’s are there for you when you need them most. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! :)
It was the middle of the night when you had woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. The fifth night in a row and you were growing increasingly tired and frustrated by it. It was slowly becoming your nightly routine. You’d wake up and instead of trying to get back to sleep, you’d slip on your slippers and throw on one of the flannels you stole a while back from one of the boys. Tonight was another one of those nights.
The bunker was completely silent, not even the sounds of snores coming from one of the boys rooms. Tonight, you were feeling like a late night snack. You patted your feet down to the bunker’s kitchen, flicking on the lights. Dean had cleaned it up a couple of days ago while you and Sam went out on a supply run.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (no wincest)
Warnings: threesome, language, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, degradation, seems dub-con at first but is consensual.
a/n: this is pure NSFW smut. Your media consumption is your own responsibility!
“Shit, Sammy, the little whore is still tight,” Dean groans as he fills you inch by inch.
You moan out, the sound getting muffled by Sam’s cock which is resting at the back of your throat. He thrusts a little, making you gag. On instinct, you place your hands on his thighs to stop him. But he pins your wrists above your stomach in response.
“Did I tell you to touch me?” He growls above you, sending a harsh slap across your clit that makes you cry out. Even if you want to respond, you can’t, not with their cocks buried deep inside you. “Forgetting our manners, are we, slut? Don’t tell me I need to teach you a fucking lesson.”
“Answer my brother,” Dean hits you on the same spot again, both the brothers driving in and out of you at a slower pace.
“N-No,” you croak out, but the sound gets muffled as Sam shoves himself deeper into your mouth.
“What?” He chuckles. “Can’t hear you. Louder y/ n,”
You’re hit again, your sore clit throbbing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Deliberately, Sam picks up his thrusts, not caring how you’re struggling to breathe around him.
“No,” you manage out, desperate for even the tiniest amount of air to reach your lungs.
“Mhmm,” he doesn’t answer you directly.
You feel Dean’s hands replacing his brothers, pining your hands on either side of you. He groans when he’s finally balls deep inside of you, stretching you wide with his thick cock.
Tears sting your eyes as Sam also bottoms out, waiting impatiently inside your throat. “Shit,” he traces the enormous bulge of your throat, his balls tightening against your face.
You feel like you’re fuller than you’ve ever been before, even though they’ve taken you like this a million times. The glass table below you is cool against your body which seems to be on fire. Sam pulls out of you suddenly and you gasp for breath, taking in as much as you can. You know he isn’t going to do that again for a long time. He enjoys watching you struggle and gag on his cock, both of them do.
In an instant, he’s back inside your throat with a sharp thrust, his hands holding yours captive again. The sudden intrusion causes you to clench around Dean who chuckles.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet, sweetheart and you’re already ready to cum around my cock like a desperate whore,” he takes after his brother, pulling out and thrusting back again. “Don’t worry, if you keep being a good girl, maybe we’ll let you cum today.”
With that, they both start fucking you, long deep strokes that make your body convulse. Two pairs of rough hands roam your body freely, pinching your nipples and marking any little corner they can find. Sam’s hands tighten around your throat, thumbs pressing against the bulge of his cock inside you. He slightly bends his knees, picking up his speed until he’s rutting into you like a madman.
As you struggle for breath, Dean’s hands forcefully hold your legs wide open for you. He starts pounding into you at a similar pace, bruising the sweet spots inside you with every thrust. With tears in your eyes, you feebly push against Sam’s thighs to no avail. Their cocks only throb harder with your struggle, not even trying to stop you. They are stronger and faster than you in every aspect, keeping you at their mercy.
Dean’s fingers rub your sensitive clit in circles, pushing you closer to your release. You let your orgasm wash over you, your cries adding to Sam’s pleasure. By the time the older Winchester forces another release from you, you’re exhausted and lightheaded, letting them use you however they like.
It’s not long until Dean fills you, moaning loudly. Sam follows suit, his thick cum shooting straight into your throat as he grunts. He takes himself out of you, the oxygen rushing to your lungs.
You pant heavily, feeling a hand run down your body soothingly. “Shh… It’s okay,” Dean leans up to kiss you gently. You melt into him, relaxing against his body. “Good girl. Does it hurt anywhere?”
“Everywhere,” you smile, voice hoarse thanks to Sam’s assault on your throat. “But I like it.”
Dean presses his lips to your forehead gently. “I’ll prepare the bath, okay?” He asks and you nod.
As he breaks apart from you, Sam takes his place. “You’re a mess,” There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes and you roll yours in response. He helps you sit up, giving you the glass of water in his hands.
He rubs your back as you gulp it down easily, lovingly pecking your lips when you’re done. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he praises, running his fingers through your hair and carrying you in his arms. “Let’s get our girl cleaned up now, shall we?”
