The bunker bedroom is thick with the low hum of the air vents and the sound of Dean’s ragged and deep breathing.
He’s sprawled on his back beside you, sheets kicked down around his hips, bare chest glistening with sweat under the faint glow of the hallway lights.
His broad shoulders are tense, abs contracting sharply with every shallow roll of his hips. His massive cock strains obscenely against the front of his soaked boxers, the thick head leaking steadily, twitching and pulsing as he grinds up into nothing, all in his sleep.
Low, needy groans vibrate from his chest, your name spilling out in broken, desperate pants. One big hand fists the sheets while the other twitches at his side like he’s reaching for you even in his sleep.
His eyes fly open suddenly, dark green and hazy with raw lust and without saying a word, he rolls over you, caging your body beneath his massive frame.
One huge hand yanks your sleep shorts and panties down your legs in one rough motion, tossing them aside.
His cock springs free, thick, incredibly heavy, flushed dark and dripping precum all over your thigh.
“Fuck, baby… I need you so bad right now,” he rasps, voice rough and filthy.
“Was dreaming about this tight little pussy and woke up throbbing—can’t wait. Gotta have it. Gotta stuff you full.”
He hooks your thighs around his waist and pushes in with one long, relentless thrust, stretching you wide around his thick cock.
A deep, absolutely guttural moan rips from his throat as he fills you slow, hips flush against yours, the head of his dick pressed tight against your cervix, almost kissing it.
“Shit— so fucking tight. This greedy cunt is squeezing me so good,” he groans, already rolling his hips in deep, desperate strokes.
“Dreamed about ruining you and now I’m finally buried inside my favorite pussy, hmm? Take it, sweetheart. Take every inch of me like the good little slut you are for me.”
Dean’s big hands grip your hips hard, fingers digging in as he fucks you with raw, desperate, needy intensity.
Sweat rolls down the deep grooves of his abs and drips onto your skin with every punishing thrust. You can feel him claiming you, making your pussy his.
“Please, baby—fuck, please let me wreck you,—let me make you feel so good f'me,” he begs between strokes, voice cracking with desperation.
“I need it so bad. Need to feel you fluttering around my cock, clenching—yeah, fuck.. gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking me for hours."
He leans down, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, hungry kiss while one hand slides under your ass, tilting your hips up so he can drive even deeper, acting as a makeshift pillow.
Every thrust makes his thick cock drag against that perfect spot inside you, making you twitch and whimper. He's so deep you can feel his abs grinding against your clit.
“Gonna cum so fucking much,” he pants against your lips, sounding wrecked and starving. “Gonna flood this cunt until it’s overflowing with my load. You’re mine. This pussy is mine to use whenever I wake up aching and leaking like this."
His pace turns frantic, hips snapping hard and deep. Dean buries his face in your neck, moaning your name like a prayer as his cock swells and pulses inside you.
"God—yes, atta fuckin' girl, I'm so close already baby.. c'mon, milk me, cum against my cock.. let me feel it, squeeze my cock—yes, shit—make me fill you up.”
Thick, hot spurts of cum flood your pussy, endless and messy, leaking out around his thickness with every shallow grind of his hips.
Even after he finishes, he stays buried deep, lazily rolling his hips to push his cum deeper.
His big arms wrap around you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes down your side, still trembling with aftershocks.
“Don’t move yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs hoarsely against your skin, voice low and needy. “Still so hard for you.. god—gonna stay right here… then I’m fucking you again until I empty the rest of my balls inside this perfect cunt, hmm?"
His forehead rests against yours, breath warm and ragged, cock still twitching deep inside you as he holds you close.
✦ his head always thrashes side to side, chest heaving, and forehead sweating. he lets out huffs time to time, sometimes a whine slipping through.
✦ he’d shift, unknowingly kicking his blanket clean off and onto the floor. he’d always end up on his stomach, erection pressed firmly into the mattress. each thrust into you in his dream meant a rut into his bed.
✦ sometimes he’d moan your name, desperate and pathetic. it’d come out in a broken whisper tied with a firm grip on his pillow.
✦ after waking up, he’d curse at himself in shame. then, of course, deal with his raging erection.
✦ he’d flip onto his back and lower his sweats. his cock would spring out against his lower abdomen, coating it in a sheer layer of pre. he’d grip himself, letting his thumb run over his tip in attempt of holding off.
✦ but of course, sam was never a patient man. so, he’d begin to pump himself furiously. his head would fall back, and his jaw slacked open.
✦ still, all that flood through his mind was you. your name left his lips like a prayer. he imagined it was your hand around him, pleasuring him while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. he envisioned your eyes narrowing on his throbbing cock before letting out a giggle. it made his back arch.
✦ he would start to rut up into his fist with his eyes screwed shut. he’d moan and whimper, “oh, f-fuck!” the pleasure was always too much for him to bare.
✦ his hips would stutter when he was close, then speed back up after he released over his stomach. he liked to keep going for just a moment, letting himself tense up in discomfort before finally relaxing against the bed.
✦ after cleaning up, he’d lay in bed again with you on his mind. he’d check his phone, hoping one day a notification would come from you, but alas it never did. so instead, he settled on dreaming of you.
Dean doesn't know what to do when you turn around one night with those pretty doe eyes and beg him to stick his gun in your mouth.
He tells you he needs to think on it. It's a thing with enough weight that he needs to sit with the thought, contemplate it. He's never even considered it- mixing something as violent and coarse as his job with something as beautiful as you.
But the next night, when he's got you on your knees with wet eyes and sobbed moans, you notice his Colt sitting on the bedstand, bathed in golden lamp light.
He leans back for it causally, gaze still fixed on you below him. He lets out a sharp breath through his nose as his hand grazes across it, relaxed, like he's just looking it over.
You know it's not loaded- Dean's not stupid- but he still looks at it with a fire in his eyes before he returns his gaze to you. It's a look that makes your stomach tighten, sparks of danger filling the air.
"This what you wanted?" He speaks slowly, staring down at you.
You pull back slightly, biting your lip as you give him a small nod.
He smiles at you, that fire still there, "Go on then, show me how bad you want it."
You wrap your lips back around his cock, staring up at him through the tears in your eyes as you try to take more of his length. You choke slightly, but keep your head down, your tongue running along the underside.
"Fuck sweetheart-" he smiles down at you, "-such a pretty mouth."
His free hand goes to the back of your head, making sure you stay down as he thrusts his cock in. He hits the back of your throat with a self satisfied grin as you gag around him, your spit the only lube you've got to take him deeper. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears starting to spill down your cheeks, jaw aching.
You feel the cold metal of the muzzle, pressed hard against your temple. Your eyes fly open, staring up at Dean, his own expression tight, dark- carefully watching you. You glance out the corner of your eye. His finger isn't on the trigger, not yet, but it's still a pretty sight- his hand wrapped around a gun, a gun that's resting just above your cheek.
He swallows hard, clearly caught off guard by how much he's enjoying this- by how much you seem to be enjoying this. You take him deeper, eager to please, no longer caring about the spit that's drooling around the base of his cock, the tears staining your face, the bruises that are starting to burn into your knees.
"Christ-" Dean mutters under his breath. His length twitches down your throat, you can tell he's about to cum. He twists his fingers into your hair, keeping you still as he thrusts his hips up again, your face nestled against the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.
Then he pulls you back, hard. You suck in a sharp breath, choking on air as his dick stays hard in front of you. You blink up at him, still trying to breathe properly, your heartbeat pounding, your face a wreck.
He moves the gun slowly, dragging it down your cheek- you're sure he's following the patterns of your tears. It's almost gentle, casual, the way he moves the muzzle against your skin. He runs it along your jaw, tilting your head back up.
You don't say anything, no thoughts in your mind, just Dean and his Colt.
He glides it back up, until it's resting on your lower lip. Only then does his finger twitch to the trigger, resting on it carefully.
You know Dean. You can't imagine the process he's gone through to get to this point, how many times he must've checked it over- knowing him he's probably taken it apart and rebuilt it just to make sure there's no way it could actually hurt you. But he's still looking at you like he's dangerous, like he could blow your head apart if you make one wrong move.
He pushes the barrel forward, between your lips. You oblige, opening them up for him, sticking your tongue out just to sear the image into his mind. His cock twitches again in front of you, he leans back slightly, wrapping his free hand around it, stroking himself slowly.
You take the gun deeper, it tastes bitter, but you still let your tongue circle it, treating it like you'd treat Dean. He doesn't push it as deep, content with watching your tongue wrapped around it, your pleading eyes staring up at him.
You want him to pull the trigger, to hear that little click that tells you he's willing to obliterate you. You know he won't- not tonight- Dean's too careful to unwind years of training just because your eyes are begging him to. That's something you know you'll have to work on, though the way he's looking at you right now you can't imagine it'll take much convincing.
Instead he pulls it back out slowly, until it's resting back on your lower lip. You let out a quiet whine, blinking at him, still not saying a word. You watch the way his thumb rubs against his own cockhead, smearing the mix of precum and your saliva back down his length.
He glances at the gun for a long moment, mind turning, deep in thought. Then he looks back at your face, "You want me to fuck you with it?"
Summary: You wanted Dean to fuck you “en cuatro el cuatro de julio” cause Bad Bunny said it in a song. He would never say no to you.
Tags/warnings: Minors do not interact. Established relationship. Female reader. No description of reader. No use of y/n. Porn without plot. Plot what plot ? Pinv. Unprotected sex (there’s no party without balloons). Doggy style. Sub/dom undertones.
Dean is thrusting up inside you, holding your hips in one of his hands while you whine and moan.
“F-fuck, yes! Dean!” you cried out, your puffy folds sucking him in as you bury your face in the pillow right below you, the angle making you feel every inch of his cock inside you.
He’s panting, his hand pulling your hips harder into his as he thrusts. The rhythm is hard, the slap of skin against skin surrounding you and the sharp sound of his heavy palm hitting one of your cheeks hard, making your ass immediately sting and you moaned at the pain. He groaned and you know he’s loving the view, you know he loves seeing your ass and how you move your hips by your own as you try to grind him harder, deeper. His free hand goes down to your hair, in a makeshift ponytail that he uses to pull you to his chest.
His hand grabs you by your neck to keep your back pinned against his chest. He keeps groaning in your ear.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” he breathes out, his other hand grabbing your hip hard to keep you steady. “This is what you wanted, huh? Such a dirty girl.” he didn’t think twice before he smacked your stuffed pussy, making you whine and arch your back. “You like getting fucked from behind, don’t you dollface?” he teased, leaving small kisses on your neck only for a second before he pushed you back into your fours for him.
You’re a moaning mess. The pace making the headboard hit the wall with the movement and your head spin with pleasure. Your mouth is open, drooling a little into the pillow as you moan loudly. His tip hitting your g-spot with every movement.
“That’s my girl, so pretty f’me.” he moaned too, pulling you hips harder. “That’s the spot, huh?” his voice is soft, his thrusts hard.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
“Yes, yes!” you can barely form words with how cockdrunk you are, moaning into the pillow and he smacked your ass again, making you squirm below him, your walls clenching around him and he moves a bit faster.
“Wanna cum, baby?” his hand is holding you against the pillow while he fucks you. You nod barely, whining. You feel how your walls flutter around his cock and he groans, moving a bit harder. “Gonna come f’me, princess?” his hips move faster inside of you, his heavy balls hitting your clit everytime he enters you and the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. “This how you wanted me to fuck you, mamacita? huh?” you nod, completely blissed out and he spanks you hard, just when the tight knot in your belly decides to explode and you let out cries of pleasure.
He follows right behind, allowing his sticky load to flow inside of you and he pulls out slowly, panting, right before he falls into the bed.
You’re completely, utterly fucked out while you stare at him with an entirely blank mind. As if he had just fucked you into oblivion. Dean chuckles, pulling you into his arms.
“Was that what Bad Bunny said?” he asked teasingly, kissing your hair softly. You nod barely.
“Feliz cuatro de julio.” you pant out, smiling barely before you let yourself rest in his chest.
dad bf! benjamin who comforts you after your boyfriend breaks up with you ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
contains: smut, very light angst, age gap, kissing, small amount aftercare, domestic!ben, modern au, oral, comfort, gentle!ben
author’s note: this might be ooc but most fics I see are of ben being mean ash and I want a nice ben for once. im also working on requests and this was a draft from a few days ago
wc: 1.4k
your dad's best friend since high school, Benjamin, has been there for you ever since. he helps you when you needed a tutor for school, helps you make dinner, and holds you when you need to cry.
which is what he was doing as of right now.
you quietly sobbed into his chest after telling him what had happened with you and your boyfriend, sitting in his lap facing him. his hand rubbed your back, scratching it gently. "he didn't deserve you, sweetheart."
he murmured sweet nothings in your ear before giving your nape a light kiss. his free hand rubbed your thigh.
"it's okay to cry, my sweet girl. I'm always here for you."
"t-thank you, ben.." you sniffled, rubbing your eye. "you're always so nice to me.."
"I wouldn't be mean to my baby girl, would I?"
you smiled, eyes still glossy as you wrapped your arms around him, getting deeper into his lap as his hands found your sides, squeezing them gently. "you're gonna have to get to bed soon, sweetheart. it's late."
"I…I know. I wanna stay with you." you admitted, shying away from him.
"look at me."
his command made your head perk up, looking him in the eye, his lips curled into a smile, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "no boy deserves you. a beautiful girl like you needs a man to take care of her."
your hands went to his chest, pushing yourself up. "what do you mean?"
"these boys your age are no good. you need a real man, love."
"like you, ben?" your words grew bolder as he smiled once again, hand moving up to cup your cheek in his palm.
"like me, if you'll have me." he moved your head closer to his to where your forehead pressed against his, the intimacy causing your cheeks to flush.
"ben.."
"your father wouldn't be happy to see his daughter's mouth so close to mine, would he?"
"no..no he wouldn't." you said before his lips caught yours in a passionate kiss, his lips moving gently against yours. his hand moved to your waist, another hand on the back of your head to keep your lips pressed to his.
his tongue moved against your bottom lip, licking at it before his teeth bit on it gently, signaling for you to part your lips. you obliged and parted your soft lips, his tongue moving inside. your hands moved up and down his chest, moving lower to the hem of his shirt.
"tell me what you need, sweetheart."
"y-you, ben."
"dirty girl." he mumbled against your lips, the sound of his voice vibrating against your lip as he kissed you again, hand tangling in your hair. the hand on your waist moving under your shirt and his palm meeting the skin on your waist.
his palm rubbed against your side, the soft skin heating up under his hand. he pulled away and gave you one last kiss before his lips met your neck, nipping and kissing at the skin of your nape.
"precious thing, nobody deserves such a sweet girl like you." he said, his eyes meeting yours.
"do I deserve you, ben?"
"you deserve the world." his lips moved back to yours, kissing them once more. in between kisses, he mumbled a few words. "that boyfriend of yours was no good, I don't know what you saw in that guy."
"I was looking for you in him.." you admitted, looking away from him. his hand cupped your chin and forced you to look back at him.
"well now you have the real thing, don't you sweetheart? lay back on the bed for me. let me show you how a real man treats his woman."
you nodded, complying as you laid back on the guest bed, letting him take your shirt and pull it up and over your head, revealing your bra underneath, a regular black sports bra.
he got on his knees, in between your legs as he pulled his own shirt off, tossing it to the side.
his hands moved to your shorts, rubbing your thigh before pulling them down gently, revealing your black panties. "matching set, huh?"
"y-yeah.." you mumbled, feeling an ounce of embarrassment due to the basic sports bra you were wearing. if you knew he was gonna do this, you would've wore that victoria's secret set you bought the other day.
"cute." he replied, his mouth moving down to kiss your waist and your stomach, worshiping your body. "so precious. all mine."
his finger tugged at your panties before his other hand pulled your bra up and over your head, your tits revealed to him. his hand groped at your breast as he pulled your panties down to your ankles.
"good thing you didn't shave. like it better this way."
your face became flushed, embarrassed at his comment. "..ben!"
he chuckled, kissing your clit. "it's gorgeous. don't think I've ever seen such a pretty pussy." his tongue swiped against your clit, licking at it before sucking on it, your face twisted in pleasure.
"b—ben! fuck—" you whimpered, your hand moving to grip the back of his head.
his tongue lapped your pussy before sticking his tongue in your entrance, thrusting it in and out. he kept repeating this pattern of him lapping your pussy then thrusting in it before he drew his attention back to your clit.
"tastes amazing, doll. could lick this pussy all day."
"I don't think I'd make it out alive.." you panted out.
"I'll make sure you do, you'll take everything I have to give you."
his tongue licked once more at your clit before you came, his tongue lapping up your arousal.
"there you go, atta girl."
"ben.." you whined, thighs pressing back together.
"does my doll need something more? use your words."
"y-your dick. please, ben?"
he patted your thigh before his hands went to unbuckle his belt, his belt being thrown aside along with his pants. the only thing he was wearing by now was his boxers which had an obvious bulge in them.
"is this what you want?"
"yes ben.." his hands pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out. he was thick and big, tip leaking pre cum.
he gave it a few strokes before saying a few words. "you on the pill?"
"yeah.."
"then I'm cumming inside you. need to fill this pussy up." he said before his tip prodded at your entrance, your legs being held up by him.
"fuck.." you whined as he pushed inside, his cock stretching you out. "please, ben." you mumbled as he bottomed out.
"I'll give you what you want, doll. just wait." he gave you a couple seconds to adjust before he slowly pulled out just to push back in, being gentle with you.
"I'm the only one you'll be doing this with from now on. you're mine, got that?" you nodded, his hands moving your legs to your chest, putting you in a mating press.
"just like that doll, just how I want you." he said, his thrusts slow and soft.
"you won't let anyone get intimate with you ever again, cause this sweet girl is mine now." he kissed your nape before his thrusts grew quicker and harder.
"fuck—ben!" you moaned out, his lips moving to kiss you softly, your moans being swallowed by his mouth.
he pulled away, kissing your nose. "don't just see this as sexual, doll. this is us getting as close as we can to each other. I love you, sweetheart."
"I-I love you too, ben." you confessed, his lips catching yours in another kiss. his hand went to intertwine with yours, holding your soft hand in his rougher one. he pulled back from the kiss to thrust harder into you.
a bulge started to form on your stomach, very light but visible. his hand pressed down on it softly, making you cry out. "feel how deep I am? hm?"
"yes, ben..!" you moaned, hands moving to grip his back, leaving scratches on it.
"keep doing that, sweetheart. don't stop." he groaned at the feeling of your nails scratching at his back, the mix of pain and pleasure filling his mind.
your cunt squeezed around him, signaling you were getting close again. "you're gonna cum again, doll?"
you nodded, pecking his lips.
"cum for me, sweetheart." he urged as you came, your pussy squeezing tightly around him as he came inside you. thick ropes of cum filled your womb, the feeling making you moan.
he stayed inside for a couple minutes before pulling out and laying down next to you, pulling you into his chest.
"you did amazing, took everything I gave you." he praised you, kissing your nose.
you hugged him, cuddling him as he hugged you back, kissing your cheek. "I love you, sweet girl." He said, smiling at you.
Summary𓏲ּ𝄢 Dean Winchester needs your help with Baby
Pairing𓏲ּ𝄢 Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)
Wordcount𓏲ּ𝄢 759 Genre𓏲ּ𝄢 Smutty Fluff.
Warnings𓏲ּ𝄢 Brief Suggestive Content/Language.
Note𓏲ּ𝄢 I am in no way shape or form good at writing, I only write for fun and because I am passionate about it. This is also just a short little drabble/headcannon I have on, Dean Winchester!
In my head all I can imagine when Dean is working on his car, is him cussing to himself and his car under his breath, "Come the fuck on.", "Goddamnit!", "Sonuvabitch.", "Stupid mother'fuckin'cock'suckin bolt!", through gritted teeth while he fights to unscrew a nut with his hand that's too big to fit into the space to reach it.
And when he finally gives up and just accepts that he can't reach that particular bolt, he'll rush inside Bobby's house and retrieve you from whatever it is that you're doing, to get it out for him.
It doesn't matter if you were helping Sam with research, if you were chatting idly with Bobby over monster lore. You're his girl, and he needs his girl's smaller hand to help him out.
Out in the hot scrap yard, he's got you bent over the underside of Baby's hood. Arm pushed deep into the guts of the Impala, smaller hand reaching for what he couldn't get. You're almost tempted to question if he had some kind of ulterior motive.
"Feel it, Baby?" He grumbles out still a little agitated as he pressed close to your side, his body is partially leaned over top of yours.
"Yeah, I feel it." You nod soft and eager. He softens when he sees your pretty smile and calm eyes that are staring at him through your lashes.
"Alright, just uh- unscrew it for me, Sweetheart. Can'ya do that for me?" He gestures at you with his hand. But goddamnit if he isn't turned on seeing you play, Little Miss Mechanic.
For him.
He can feel his cock straining to get out of his fly, just at the sight of you bent over the underside of his favorite car's shiny black hood. Pert ass up, tits nearly spilling out of your old black tank top. You reach your pretty hand down into his Baby and retrieve the bolt for him after a few turns with your fingers.
All while he smokes a Marlboro cigarette with an oil covered hand to 'cool off', or as he drinks the fresh cold one catching condensation that you brought out to him, like the Sweetheart you were.
She's too good for me. He thought when he cracked the tab off the beer. He was going to have to show you his thanks later, maybe by having you bent over Baby once she was up and running.
He'd drive you out to stargaze on some open, field cornered, backroad. He'd have your bare tits pressed to the hood warmed up by the summer heat, he'd get your ass turned up again, this time towards him and the star sprinkled sky, and he'd eagerly stuff his cock into your puffy cunt.
Just to hear you squeal and moan for only him and the crickets to hear. Yeah, the more he thought about it. The more excited he was to be thanking his pretty lady after this little unintentional display.
"Atta' girl." He purred out to you with a cheesy smile when you handed him the bolt, all while you're feeling a little proud of yourself and tingly from his sincere praise.
He's now pressing a quick tender kiss to your sun-warmed temple while he palms your ass through your jeans and holds onto the greasy bolt you passed off to him.
You wipe off your hands with the same stained shop rag he's been using for the past couple of hours, "Knew you could do it f'me, Darlin'. I think I should keep you around. Maybe I should make you my little helper more often, Hm?"
He's groping you, grinning like a man that has it all, praising you, and giving you feather light kisses to your neck and jaw, all while you laugh and sigh beautifully at his antics. You liked this side of Dean the most. The loving and sweet side of him.
"Now get your pretty ass back inside the house before you burn up out here surrounded by Bobby's junk."
He says it through a chuckle and that signature Winchester smirk. He lets you walk away after giving a slap that lands perfect on your denim clad ass.
He hates to see you go, but he loves watching you scurry away, and up Bobby's porch, laughing, out of your head, and feeling like you're on cloud nine.
He makes you feel like he needs you around. Because in all reality, after meeting you, getting you to be his, he does.
You're his girl. And there's nothing in the world that means more than that. Just don't tell his car.
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Your dad's best friend picks you up from a party so you don't get in trouble and you reward him for that
unprotected p in v, age gap, oral sex (2.7k) i’ve been consumed by tiktok povs
The music was blasting so loud you could feel the bass in your teeth. Colored lights swept across the crowded room, and the smell of cheap beer and sweat hung in the air. You'd lost count of how many drinks you'd had, but you knew it was too many.
Your phone vibrated in your hand. You answered without looking.
“Dean?”.
There was a second of silence on the other end.
“Where are you?”, his voice sounded tense, he already knew something was wrong.
You gave him the address between the music and the laughter. You didn't have to explain much; Dean just let out a long sigh and said.
“Don't move from there. I'll be there in twenty”.
Twenty-five minutes later, the black Impala pulled up in front of the house with a deep roar. You descended the porch steps as quickly as your balance would allow. Dean was already out of the car, leaning against the driver's door with his arms crossed and that expression that promised a storm.
He opened the passenger door without saying a word. You got in, and the familiar smell of leather, oil, and his cologne enveloped you instantly. As soon as he closed the door, Dean walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat.
Neither of you spoke for the first few minutes. All you could hear was the purr of the Impala and the sound of the tires on the asphalt.
Until Dean broke the silence.
“Seriously?”, his voice was low, but loaded with anger. “A drunk party on a Tuesday? You?”.
You glanced at him sideways. His jaw was tense and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
“Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out”, he continued, not giving you a chance to respond. “And with good reason. What the hell were you thinking?”.
He turned his head for a second to look at you, his green eyes shining with a mix of concern and annoyance.
“Anything could have happened in there. Anything. Do you know how hard it was for me not to tell your dad?”.
The car filled with a heavy silence. Dean looked back at the road, but his voice lowered a bit, hoarser.
“Tell me you at least didn't leave with anyone.”.
You looked at him directly, your heart beating hard from the alcohol and something much more dangerous.
“I almost did”, you said, almost in a whisper, but clear enough. “There was a guy… handsome, persistent. I was about to leave with him”.
Dean didn't say anything right away. His hands tightened more on the wheel, but his expression remained almost neutral. Only a slight tic in his jaw gave him away.
“That was stupid”, he continued, his voice deeper than usual. “That kind of parties are full of idiots who are only looking for one thing. They could have drugged you, taken you by force… It's not a game, princess”.
The affectionate nickname he always used with you sounded different this time. Hoarser.
You weren't planning to stay quiet. The heat from the alcohol and the built-up tension gave you courage. You slowly slid your hand across the seat until you brushed his right thigh. Dean visibly tensed, but he didn't move his leg away.
“I'm sorry…”, you murmured, not sounding sorry at all. Your fingers went up a little more, feeling the hard muscle under the jeans. “Really, Dean. I didn't want you to get mad. I just… wanted you to come”.
He let out a long, heavy sigh, glancing briefly at your hand on his leg before looking back at the road.
“You're playing with fire”, he warned, though his voice no longer sounded as firm as before.
Your hand didn't stop. You moved it up a little more, caressing the inside of his thigh with deliberate slowness, feeling how his breathing changed.
“Maybe I want to burn”, you replied softly, looking him in the eyes when he turned his head again.
The silence that fell between you was dense, loaded with everything neither of you had ever said.
“Dean…”, you said in a soft, almost sweet voice, while your hand continued to caress his thigh. “Let me make it up to you. For not telling my dad and for coming to get me”.
He shook his head, staring fixedly at the road.
“No. I'm going to drop you off at your house and we're not going to talk about this again. End of discussion”.
But you weren't going to give up that easily. With your pulse racing, your fingers moved up to his belt. You started playing with the buckle, pulling it slowly, teasing him.
Dean went rigid.
“Hey…”, he warned, but his voice was already hoarser.
You didn't stop. You unbuckled the belt with skillful fingers and lowered the zipper with deliberate slowness. You felt how his breathing became heavier.
Suddenly, Dean swerved and stopped the car abruptly on the side of the road, in a dark and deserted stretch surrounded by trees. The engine was still running, but the lights were off, only the dim dashboard light illuminating the interior.
“Stop”, he ordered, grabbing your wrist firmly, though not hard enough to pull you away completely. “You have to stop now”.
You looked him straight in the eyes, not withdrawing your hand. Instead, your fingers intentionally brushed the bulge that was already visible under his jeans.
“Don't you want to?”, you asked in a low voice, almost innocent.
Dean let out a low growl, closing his eyes for a second.
“It's not that”, he said through gritted teeth. “Of course I want to, damn it, but it's wrong. You're Bobby's daughter. If he finds out…”.
“He won't find out”, you whispered, leaning closer to him. “Afterwards we'll forget about everything. Just… let me make it up to you”,
The silence stretched between you. You could see the internal war on his face: guilt, desire, loyalty to your father clashing violently against what he really wanted.
Finally, Dean released your wrist. His hand fell onto the seat, surrendering.
“Fuck…”, he murmured, leaning back a little against the seat. “Do whatever you want”.
A victorious smile appeared on your lips upon hearing his words. Dean Winchester, the man who always seemed untouchable, had just surrendered to you. Without wasting another second, you leaned over him, lowering your head to his lap.
You freed him from his boxers and paused for a moment to look at him. He was bigger and thicker than you had imagined. For a second you felt a slight nervousness, but the excitement was much stronger. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling his heat and how hard he was, and started stroking him slowly up and down.
Dean let out a low growl, one hand resting on your hair, not pushing, just holding you.
You lowered your head and ran your tongue along his entire length, from base to tip, savoring him. Then you took him into your mouth, little by little, feeling how he filled you. It was an intense sensation, but you continued, moving your head with a slow rhythm at first.
“Am I doing it right?”, you asked in a whisper, pulling away for barely a second, with shiny lips.
“Fuck, yes…”, Dean responded in a hoarse voice, breathing with difficulty. “You're doing it too well, princess”.
His words filled you with confidence and excitement. You smiled around him and continued with more enthusiasm, going deeper, using your hand on the part you couldn't reach with your mouth. Your movements became faster, wetter. The obscene sounds you made filled the inside of the car along with Dean's deep growls.
He tightened his fingers in your hair, but never forced you. He just accompanied you, murmuring between his teeth.
“Like that… shit, just like that…”.
You felt powerful. Every time he moaned or cursed under his breath, you continued with more enthusiasm, sucking and licking with devotion. His hips began to move slightly upward, seeking more friction.
It didn't take long. His breathing became ragged and his hand closed tighter in your hair.
“I'm going to…”, he tried to warn you.
You didn't pull away. You kept him in your mouth as he came with a long, hoarse moan, feeling him spill down your throat. You swallowed everything, without stopping to look at him.
When you finished, you slowly sat up, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Dean looked at you with half-closed eyes, still catching his breath. His expression was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and something deeper.
“You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my fucking life…”, he murmured, almost with reverence.
You didn't give him time to say more. You moved closer and kissed him, Dean responded instantly, one large hand holding the back of your neck while his mouth devoured yours hungrily.
Without separating from your lips, Dean grabbed you by the waist and easily sat you on his lap. The steering wheel pressed a little against your back, but you didn't care. You laughed softly against his mouth.
“This doesn't have to be known by my dad either…”, you whispered, biting his lower lip.
Dean let out a low, hoarse laugh, his hands lowering to your hips, pressing you against him.
“Definitely not”, he replied, kissing you again, slower this time.
You settled better on him, feeling how his body was still hot and sensitive beneath you. His hands moved up your back, slipping under your shirt, caressing your skin with calloused fingers while you continued kissing.
“Dean… can we go further?”, you whispered against his mouth.
He stayed still for a second, his hands still on your hips. His green gaze darkened.
“Are you sure?”, he asked in a deep voice. “I don't have anything here to take care of you, princess. No condom or anything”.
“I don't care”, you responded without hesitation, rubbing slowly against him. “I want to feel you. Everything. Nothing between us”.
Dean let out a shaky sigh, clearly fighting his own desire.
“Fuck… you're killing me”, he murmured. Still, he pressed you tighter against him. “If at any moment you want to stop, just say so”.
You nodded and settled better on his legs. You lowered a hand between you, guiding him toward your entrance. You were very wet, but you still felt the pressure as his thick head started to open you.
“It's… big”, you gasped, biting your lip.
“Relax”, Dean whispered against your neck, kissing you softly while one of his hands lowered to caress your clit to help you. “Breathe. You're made for me… you're going to take it all”.
Little by little, inch by inch, you sank down onto him. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. You felt how he stretched you inside, filling you completely. When you were finally fully seated, with him buried to the hilt, you let out a long, trembling moan.
You smiled, resting your forehead against his.
“I've waited so long for this…”, you confessed in a low voice.
Dean smiled, that crooked, sexy smile you loved so much, and kissed you hard.
“Me too, baby… even though I shouldn't admit it”.
He started moving you with his hands on your hips, guiding the rhythm. You went up and down slowly at first, getting used to his size. Every time you lowered, you felt how he filled you completely, brushing that sensitive spot inside you. Soon you started moving on your own, faster, deeper.
“Like that… good girl”, Dean growled, biting your neck.
The heat inside the car was suffocating. Without stopping riding him, you took off your shirt over your head and threw it to the back seat. Dean helped you unhook your bra, freeing your breasts. His large hands covered them instantly, squeezing them, pinching your nipples while you continued riding him harder.
Completely naked on top of him, with your skin shining with sweat, you felt exposed, vulnerable, and terribly aroused. Dean couldn't stop looking at you.
“You're fucking perfect…”, he murmured.
The pleasure grew quickly, each deep thrust making you moan louder.
You started practically crying out his name, your voice broken by the pleasure.
“Dean… Dean!”, you moaned over and over, almost sobbing as you moved desperately on him.
He hugged you against his chest, one hand on your back and the other on your hip, thrusting into you with strength and precision. The sound of skin against skin, your moans and his deep growls filled the entire car.
“Like that, princess… let me hear you”, he whispered in your ear, picking up the pace.
The rhythm became wilder. Dean held your hips firmly, thrusting up from below while you moved on top of him desperately. Sweat pearled your naked skin and steam fogged up the Impala's windows. Every time you lowered, he thrust up hard, hitting deep inside you.
You were close, very close.
Dean was too. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tense, and his grip on your waist increasingly firm.
“Princess… I'm going to pull out”, he growled, trying to control himself.
“No”, you gasped, pressing tighter against him, moving faster. “Don't pull out. I want to feel all of you”.
“Fuck, it's risky…”, he tried to reason, though his voice sounded broken by pleasure. “We're not being careful”.
“I don't care”, you moaned against his neck, biting him softly. “I want you to cum inside. Please, Dean…”.
He let out a deep growl, almost defeated, and hugged you tighter. He no longer tried to pull out. Instead, he started fucking you with more intensity, as if he could no longer contain himself.
Pleasure hit you like a wave. You came hard, screaming his name as your inner walls squeezed him rhythmically. Dean followed just a few seconds later. With a long, hoarse moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, filling you with pulsing heat.
He kept moving slowly, prolonging both of your orgasms until you both trembled.
When you finally stopped, you stayed on top of him, completely naked, with your head resting on his shoulder and his member still inside you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand slowly caressing your back as you both tried to catch your breath.
Neither of you spoke for a long minute. All you could hear was heavy breathing and the Impala's engine still running.
Finally, you lifted your head and looked him in the eyes.
“I don't want this to be the last time…”, you whispered, almost afraid of his response.
Dean watched you in silence for a moment, then smiled softly, a tired but sincere smile, and brushed a damp strand of hair from your face.
“It's not going to be the last time”, he responded in a hoarse voice, kissing you tenderly on the lips. “Not after this”.
He kissed you again, slower, deeper, as if sealing a silent promise.
After a few more minutes hugging each other, catching your breath and sharing lazy kisses, Dean gave you a soft pat on the ass.
“Come on, princess. We have to get you fixed up before someone sees you like this”.
He helped you put your clothes back on between low laughs and stolen kisses. You dressed quickly, though your legs were still trembling a bit. Dean adjusted his jeans and belt, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked at you sideways with a smile.
“You're a mess”, he murmured, but his tone was affectionate.
“Your fault”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him once more.
The rest of the drive to your house passed in comfortable silence. Dean drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, gently caressing it with his thumb. Every now and then he looked at you and smiled, as if he still couldn't believe what had just happened.
When the car stopped in front of your house, he turned off the engine and turned toward you.
“See you tomorrow”, he said in a low voice. “Your parents invited me to dinner”.
You smiled, moved closer, and gave him a slow, deep kiss, holding his face with both hands.
“I can't wait”, you whispered against his lips.
Dean returned the kiss with the same intensity, as if he wanted to memorize your taste. When you finally separated, you got out of the car and closed the door carefully.
You entered the house trying not to make noise. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you heard the familiar roar of the car driving away down the street.
warnings ૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა : oral ( fem rec. ) ‚ munch!sam ‚ softdom!sam ‚ based of this tiktok hnghh
sam winchester w/ a bratty gf . . . yup that's it! ( ´∀`)
long before you got together sam knew you were a bratty lil thing. doted on and spoiled rotten, who had the world in your palms with a few bats of your eyelashes. the only surprising thing was that you had quite the foul temper. . .
it was hard to believe until you saw it. like, yes, the girl dressed head to toe in pink was shouting and stomping in her wedged heels for all to see, because she disagreed with her much bigger, calmer boyfriend.
though he was right where he wanted to be, sam had to correct your attitude; i mean, you were causing a scene.
now, there were two directions this could go: the lenient or the harsh route. but with you, both methods were needed to ensure sam's point got across.
lenient was gentle, soothing. that was sam telling you in an oh-so-soft tone, “i understand you're upset, sweetheart, but you need to calm down.” all while caressing your cheek with his thumb.
on the other hand, harsh was stern and authoritative. that was sam dragging you back to the impala and having his way with you in the backseat . . .
“sammy, jus' eat it n' make me cum,” you still had some fight in ya, cute.
he shakes his head as both an answer and a teasing mechanism. he pulls away from your pussy, replacing his tongue with his fingers. the lewd squelching n' sloshing of your pussy fills the air.
he pistons them juuuust right against the nerves of your cute g-spot. he juts and scrapes against your walls as well before curling them up, up, up until your toes curl and your heels dig into his back.
his tone is firmer with you, leaving no room for discussion. "i told you earlier to calm down, angel; now stop squirming and take it," he says while adding consistent pressure as your cunt flutters and clenches around his fingers. your eyes cross when he grinds you on his digits.
“ah–don’t do that,” you cry as the pressure in your tummy tightens. “m'gonna cum, sammy,” you tell him, wishing you could grip those shaggy brown strands of his, but when being punished, sam deprived you of touching him.
“don't you dare, or else you won't cum at all,” he warns with a wet, punishing slap to your mound.
sam drives his fingers deeper before sending a few more rounds of slaps against your cunt. and once that choked, sharp moan leaves your throat, your boyfriend moves faster than light itself, slamming your pussy against his face.
“mmn, can't hold it, gonna make a mess,” you meet his gaze with the glossiest eyes and the biggest pout, undoubtedly swaying him.
“go ahead, sweetheart, cum all over my face,” and you do. your body goes taut as clear liquid ejects from you in pulses. your head falls back against the seat as a symphony of wanton moans echo around the vehicle.
sam doesn't move, eagerly drinking down the spout of liquid. you can hear his gulps as your body shakes and his mouth widens, not missing a single drop. he then grinds your heat against his face as more weak spurts flow into his mouth.
sam pulls away once the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, and instantly goes back to the caring boyfriend you had thirty minutes ago.
wiping his mouth with his forearm, he asks, “all better now, sweetheart?”
