warnings: explicit sexual content (mdni), mentions of flight anxiety, consensual and semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (don't you ever do that).
notes: it has been sooo long since i wrote something, this might not be very good but bear with me D: also, english is not my first language and i hope i didn't make any mistakes.
word count: 1336.
the airplane engines droned steadily, filling the cabin with a mechanical hum that only heightened the taut anticipation of takeoff. dean’s breath hitched, caught in a grip of fear as real and raw as any wound.
his aerophobia.
his knuckles whitened as he clenched the armrests, chest tightening with jagged breaths. the claustrophobic cabin, the reckless height suspended beneath them. it all clawed at his heart, sending it thundering.
you noticed immediately. you’d stood beside dean through countless dangers, but this, this was vulnerability laid bare, and it tore at your heart. reaching out, your hand covered his, warm and steady.
“hey,” you murmured, soft yet certain. “you okay?”
dean’s eyes flickered to you, wide and ashamed. “yeah, yeah... i’m fine,” he lied, voice tight and broken. his smile trembled and faltered, sweat beading along his brow. every slight lurch of the plane made his muscles bunch with dread.
you leaned closer, dropping your voice to a comforting whisper. “dean, it’s just a flight. three hours, and then we’re done. you can’t spend all that time like this.” your fingers squeezed his hand gently. “let’s talk about something else. distract yourself.”
he nodded, trying to focus on your words. “okay... um, what do you want to hear?"
"anything. everything. tell me about the last hunt. or that time you and sam got into trouble with that witch."
a dry chuckle escaped him, his voice steadier now. “that witch... yeah, that was something.” as he spoke, his tone grew stronger, but the tremor of anxiety never quite left him. his grip tightened again as the plane began to taxi down the runway.
you paused, sensing his rising panic. pressing your lips gently to his ear, your voice dropped low. “dean... i’ve got an idea. something to take your mind off the flight.”
his gaze locked on yours, a flicker of curiosity igniting through his fear. “what are you thinking?”
a sly smile curved your lips. “come with me.” standing, you took his hand and led him toward the back of the plane. the cramped bathroom offering no escape from the tightness but becoming a refuge of a different kind. you locked the door, turning to face him.
forced close by the small space, the heat of your bodies mingled. dean’s breath quickened, chest rising and falling erratically. your hands lifted, cupping his face, pulling him down into a fierce, demanding kiss.
raw. urgent. alive.
his hands slid to your waist, hauling you in, desperation bleeding into desire. the fear slipped behind an intoxicating wave of sensation, his heartbeat thudded against your palm as your fingers traced the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt.
you broke away, lips trailing a blistering path down his neck. his jeans were a barrier you tore through, slipping your hand inside to grasp him, slick and hard. dean groaned, a sound fracturing the panic inside him as you knelt in the tight space, taking him deep into your mouth with practiced skill, tasting every drop of his arousal.
as you looked up at him, your eyes locked on his as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum that had already beaded at the tip.
his fingers tangled in your hair, a silent plea, as you worked, lips and tongue coaxing him to forget his fear if only for a moment. he could already feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in your mouth.
“you like that?” you purred, voice silky. “the way my mouth feels around your cock?”
this changed something inside him.
dean’s hips bucked fiercely, eyes blazing with need. “god, yes,” he growled. “but sweetheart... i need to feel you."
he lifted you up like you weighed nothing. his hands went under your shirt, hooking the waistband of your panties and sliding them down. you stepped free, sliding your hands up his chest, skin warm beneath your touch.
he pinned you between cold metal and burning desire, lips trailing fire down your neck. teeth grazed and bit softly, fingers roaming with urgent intent, cupping and teasing as heat pooled and spilled between you both.
you could feel his hardness grinding against your thigh, and you reached down to grip it through his boxers. "you're killing me", he groaned into your neck, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. you stroke him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand. he pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a hungry expression.
“turn around,” he commanded, rough and needing.
obedient, you turned and braced yourself against the sink. his boxers slid down, freeing him completely. thick, hot, heavy cock bobbing against your ass.
you felt him reach between your legs, rubbing your core in firm circles. you gasped, heat roaring through your veins as pleasure exploded between your legs.
dean slicked himself with your arousal, pushing the tip against your wet folds before driving inside slowly. you cried out, every fucking inch filled, trembling under the force of him.
his voice rumbled low, groaning your name like a sacred mantra. he pulled nearly free, then slammed back in, the collision of your bodies echoing in the cramped space.
his fingers found your clit, circling in tune with his thrusts, pushing you higher, closer, until your body convulsed around him in waves of burning release.
"dean" you panted, nails digging into the sink countertop. "don't stop." you begged for more, and he delivered, hard and fast, chasing his own desperate climax.
"i'm not stopping baby", his breath hitched, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated, "not until you come on my cock".
he drove into you even harder, faster, chasing his own release. you met his thrusts with abandon, wanting to feel him come undone. you screamed, you orgasm crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. your inner muscles clenched around him, milking his length as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.
dean came with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you. he held himself there, buried entirely as he emptied himself with jerking spasms. his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him as he shuddered through his climax.
he stayed inside you for a moment longer, his softening cock still twitching occasionally. you felt the empty ache of absense as he slowly pulled out.
you turned around to face him and he captured your mouth in a searing kiss. your tongues danced together as you explored each others mouths thoroughly.
when you broke apart, dean grinned wickedly and sank to his knees in front of you. “let me make you feel good, sweetheart”.
and then—
knock. knock. knock.
a sharp rap on the door shattered the intimacy. heartbeats spiked in adrenaline-fueled panic. eyes wide, you froze.
dean’s steady voice cut through the tension. “just a minute!”
he quickly grabbed your clothes from the floor and handed them to you. you dressed quickly, trembling fingers fumbling with buttons while his large frame composed itself. the knocking grew impatient.
“sir, everything okay in there?” a female voice called from outside.
dean cracked the door, cautiously peering out. the flight attendant’s eyes sharpened as they took in the scene.
“everything’s fine,” he assured with a casual smile, blocking her path. "we're just having a quick chat".
her gaze flicked to you, then back. “is everything alright, miss?”
“i’m fine,” you said, stepping forward, placing a steadying hand on his arm.
she narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. “this isn’t a chat room, gentlemen. we have rules about behavior onboard.”
dean’s grin deepened. “of course. just a sensitive conversation needing privacy.” he winked at you, you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.
“we’re experiencing turbulence, please return to your seats immediately,” the attendant ordered, cheeks flushed with mortification.
⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊
back in your seats, flushed and breathless, you looked at dean, eyes meeting his, your voice low and still husky from the way his cock had throbbed agains your throat.
“better?”
dean’s gaze darkened with desire. “yeah. thanks.” his voice dropped to a rough growl.
“but i'm not done with you yet.”
feedbacks are always welcome!! as i said before, this is my first time writing in a long long time, so forgive me for any mistakes!
warnings: playful grinding, heavy making out, teasing cowboy roleplay, riding the horse, SFW
word count: ~1k
“Well, howdy, darlin’.”
You freeze in the doorway, breath catching as Dean steps in—black Stetson tipped low, shadowing those intense green eyes that lock on you like a magnet. His shirt, dark and tight, sleeves rolled up just right, shows off every muscle you’ve memorized. That big silver belt buckle gleams under the soft sunlight filtering through the window. His boots make a slow, confident click against the floor, and your pulse races in a way that’s both familiar and new.
Dean’s grin is all mischievous promise as he strides toward you, hips swaying with that effortless confidence. “Like what you see, darlin’?” His voice is low, rough like whiskey.
You bite your lip, stepping inside, your fingers brushing the brim of his hat as you slide your hands down to his belt buckle. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine, cowboy.” Your eyes flick up, daring him, hungry.
His hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat of his body igniting something wild inside you. “You ready to ride, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice thick with teasing.
Grinning, you push him gently backward until his back hits the couch, then straddle him with a playful smirk. “You’re gonna be my horse tonight,” you tease, bouncing lightly, feeling the undeniable weight and warmth beneath you.
Dean laughs low and deep, fingers tightening on your hips as you start to grind slowly, matching his rhythm. His lips claim yours with a hunger that steals your breath, teeth grazing your lower lip before sliding inside for a heated kiss that tastes like sin and home all at once.
His hands roam, tracing your curves beneath your shirt, thumbs skimming skin that’s suddenly electric. You arch into him, teasing and testing his patience, but he only grips you tighter, like he’s daring you to push farther.
Between kisses, his breath fans over your neck. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Only for you, cowboy.” You laugh softly, grinding a little more, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves down to your jaw, then your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire.
The room hums with heat—sunset light bathing you both in gold, the scent of leather and musk thick around you. You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “I could get used to riding like this.”
Dean’s hands move faster, hips tilting up as he pulls you closer. “Hell, I think I’m gonna like being your horse.”
You press your forehead to his, smiles soft but loaded with promise. The world narrows to this moment—your hearts pounding, breaths mingling, the slow burn of skin on skin.
He pulls you back into a deep, lingering kiss as the last rays of sun fade, and you realize that maybe this cowboy act isn’t just roleplay—it’s something dangerously real, and utterly irresistible.
Dean’s hands grip your hips tighter as you grind against him, his breath hot against your neck. He chuckles low, voice rough and full of that delicious Dean charm. “You’re my little cowgirl, huh? Ride me like you mean it.”
You grin, biting your lip, loving the way he owns this teasing game. “Maybe I’m just getting started, cowboy.”
He growls softly, hips pushing up beneath you like a stallion ready to charge. “Damn right. You better hold on tight, cowgirl. This horse doesn’t quit easy.”
Your hands tangle in his hair as his lips trail down your jaw, nibbling and kissing, every touch setting you on fire. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against your skin, “and maybe I’ll make it happen.”
You laugh breathlessly, “I want you to be my wild horse, Dean. Strong, fast, and ready to take me anywhere.”
His smirk is wicked. “Oh, baby, I’m all that and more. And this horse’s got a few tricks up his sleeve.”
The room fills with heated laughter and heavy breaths as you both lose yourselves in the perfect mix of playful and intense—cowboy and cowgirl, wild and free, exactly where you belong.
warnings: explicit sexual content (mdni), mentions of flight anxiety, consensual and semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (don't you ever do that).
notes: it has been sooo long since i wrote something, this might not be very good but bear with me D: also, english is not my first language and i hope i didn't make any mistakes.
word count: 1336.
the airplane engines droned steadily, filling the cabin with a mechanical hum that only heightened the taut anticipation of takeoff. dean’s breath hitched, caught in a grip of fear as real and raw as any wound.
his aerophobia.
his knuckles whitened as he clenched the armrests, chest tightening with jagged breaths. the claustrophobic cabin, the reckless height suspended beneath them. it all clawed at his heart, sending it thundering.
you noticed immediately. you’d stood beside dean through countless dangers, but this, this was vulnerability laid bare, and it tore at your heart. reaching out, your hand covered his, warm and steady.
“hey,” you murmured, soft yet certain. “you okay?”
dean’s eyes flickered to you, wide and ashamed. “yeah, yeah... i’m fine,” he lied, voice tight and broken. his smile trembled and faltered, sweat beading along his brow. every slight lurch of the plane made his muscles bunch with dread.
you leaned closer, dropping your voice to a comforting whisper. “dean, it’s just a flight. three hours, and then we’re done. you can’t spend all that time like this.” your fingers squeezed his hand gently. “let’s talk about something else. distract yourself.”
he nodded, trying to focus on your words. “okay... um, what do you want to hear?"
"anything. everything. tell me about the last hunt. or that time you and sam got into trouble with that witch."
a dry chuckle escaped him, his voice steadier now. “that witch... yeah, that was something.” as he spoke, his tone grew stronger, but the tremor of anxiety never quite left him. his grip tightened again as the plane began to taxi down the runway.
you paused, sensing his rising panic. pressing your lips gently to his ear, your voice dropped low. “dean... i’ve got an idea. something to take your mind off the flight.”
his gaze locked on yours, a flicker of curiosity igniting through his fear. “what are you thinking?”
a sly smile curved your lips. “come with me.” standing, you took his hand and led him toward the back of the plane. the cramped bathroom offering no escape from the tightness but becoming a refuge of a different kind. you locked the door, turning to face him.
forced close by the small space, the heat of your bodies mingled. dean’s breath quickened, chest rising and falling erratically. your hands lifted, cupping his face, pulling him down into a fierce, demanding kiss.
raw. urgent. alive.
his hands slid to your waist, hauling you in, desperation bleeding into desire. the fear slipped behind an intoxicating wave of sensation, his heartbeat thudded against your palm as your fingers traced the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt.
you broke away, lips trailing a blistering path down his neck. his jeans were a barrier you tore through, slipping your hand inside to grasp him, slick and hard. dean groaned, a sound fracturing the panic inside him as you knelt in the tight space, taking him deep into your mouth with practiced skill, tasting every drop of his arousal.
as you looked up at him, your eyes locked on his as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum that had already beaded at the tip.
his fingers tangled in your hair, a silent plea, as you worked, lips and tongue coaxing him to forget his fear if only for a moment. he could already feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in your mouth.
“you like that?” you purred, voice silky. “the way my mouth feels around your cock?”
this changed something inside him.
dean’s hips bucked fiercely, eyes blazing with need. “god, yes,” he growled. “but sweetheart... i need to feel you."
he lifted you up like you weighed nothing. his hands went under your shirt, hooking the waistband of your panties and sliding them down. you stepped free, sliding your hands up his chest, skin warm beneath your touch.
he pinned you between cold metal and burning desire, lips trailing fire down your neck. teeth grazed and bit softly, fingers roaming with urgent intent, cupping and teasing as heat pooled and spilled between you both.
you could feel his hardness grinding against your thigh, and you reached down to grip it through his boxers. "you're killing me", he groaned into your neck, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. you stroke him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand. he pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a hungry expression.
“turn around,” he commanded, rough and needing.
obedient, you turned and braced yourself against the sink. his boxers slid down, freeing him completely. thick, hot, heavy cock bobbing against your ass.
you felt him reach between your legs, rubbing your core in firm circles. you gasped, heat roaring through your veins as pleasure exploded between your legs.
dean slicked himself with your arousal, pushing the tip against your wet folds before driving inside slowly. you cried out, every fucking inch filled, trembling under the force of him.
his voice rumbled low, groaning your name like a sacred mantra. he pulled nearly free, then slammed back in, the collision of your bodies echoing in the cramped space.
his fingers found your clit, circling in tune with his thrusts, pushing you higher, closer, until your body convulsed around him in waves of burning release.
"dean" you panted, nails digging into the sink countertop. "don't stop." you begged for more, and he delivered, hard and fast, chasing his own desperate climax.
"i'm not stopping baby", his breath hitched, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated, "not until you come on my cock".
he drove into you even harder, faster, chasing his own release. you met his thrusts with abandon, wanting to feel him come undone. you screamed, you orgasm crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. your inner muscles clenched around him, milking his length as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.
dean came with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you. he held himself there, buried entirely as he emptied himself with jerking spasms. his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him as he shuddered through his climax.
he stayed inside you for a moment longer, his softening cock still twitching occasionally. you felt the empty ache of absense as he slowly pulled out.
you turned around to face him and he captured your mouth in a searing kiss. your tongues danced together as you explored each others mouths thoroughly.
when you broke apart, dean grinned wickedly and sank to his knees in front of you. “let me make you feel good, sweetheart”.
and then—
knock. knock. knock.
a sharp rap on the door shattered the intimacy. heartbeats spiked in adrenaline-fueled panic. eyes wide, you froze.
dean’s steady voice cut through the tension. “just a minute!”
he quickly grabbed your clothes from the floor and handed them to you. you dressed quickly, trembling fingers fumbling with buttons while his large frame composed itself. the knocking grew impatient.
“sir, everything okay in there?” a female voice called from outside.
dean cracked the door, cautiously peering out. the flight attendant’s eyes sharpened as they took in the scene.
“everything’s fine,” he assured with a casual smile, blocking her path. "we're just having a quick chat".
her gaze flicked to you, then back. “is everything alright, miss?”
“i’m fine,” you said, stepping forward, placing a steadying hand on his arm.
she narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. “this isn’t a chat room, gentlemen. we have rules about behavior onboard.”
dean’s grin deepened. “of course. just a sensitive conversation needing privacy.” he winked at you, you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.
“we’re experiencing turbulence, please return to your seats immediately,” the attendant ordered, cheeks flushed with mortification.
⁺ ༄ ༝ ₊
back in your seats, flushed and breathless, you looked at dean, eyes meeting his, your voice low and still husky from the way his cock had throbbed agains your throat.
“better?”
dean’s gaze darkened with desire. “yeah. thanks.” his voice dropped to a rough growl.
“but i'm not done with you yet.”
feedbacks are always welcome!! as i said before, this is my first time writing in a long long time, so forgive me for any mistakes!
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