Creature Of The Night
Square: Role Play @anyfandomgoesbingo
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Summary: When her car breaks down on a dark lonely road, she is lucky a handsome stranger takes her in. Grateful, she is willing to do anything to repay his kindness.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: +18!!!, smut: role play, slight dom/sub vibes, mentions of virginity, fingering, unprotected p in v, fluff
A/N: Since I traditionally watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Halloween, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack all week and well, “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me” inspired something. So without further ado, Lord Winchester is here to thrill, chill & fulfill you!
The wind howled lowly, leaves rustling around her as she stood on the porch of the giant Victorian mansion. Her whole body shivered, her wet clothes and hair sticking to her skin as she held a newspaper over her head to shield her from the drizzle. She pounded the golden lion head door knocker thrice against the mahogany wood and stepped back, waiting for an answer. It was long past midnight, feeling a little hopeless someone was living in the old home at all.
Thunder echoed through the quiet woods, lightning illuminating the night sky briefly as the door finally swung open, a young man with hypnotizing green eyes suddenly standing before her. He was wearing a deep plum velvet robe, his bare broad chest flickering through the material, a tumbler with whiskey in his hand, his smile broadening to a smirk when he saw the young woman quivering on his doorstep. She was beautiful, skin magically glistening with raindrops, the short wet dress almost see-through, her lips blue from the cold.
“How may I help you, Miss-,” he stopped short, waiting for her to fill in the blank, his smile never faltering.
“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry to disturb you so late, sir,” she stuttered, rubbing her arms to warm herself up a little. “It’s just… my-, my car broke down the road and your house was the closest. I was hoping you’d let me use your phone, so I could call for some assistance?”
The corners of his mouth rose to a sly smirk, leisurely taking a sip from his drink. “Storm took out the phone line, but you’re welcome to wait the night out here, Ms. Y/L/N. Wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you freezing herself to death in the darkness.”
She smiled gratefully at him as he led her inside the stunning foyer of his mansion. “Thank you so much, sir, for letting me stay here. That’s awfully kind of you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure you can find a way to repay that kindness somehow,” he replied with a cunning smile and winked at her, making her cheeks blush to a warm rosy-red even though the rest of her body was still freezing and trembling. “Let’s get you warmed up first, sweetheart.”
The handsome man guided her to the huge living room, where a fire was crackling in the hearth, immediate warmth engulfing her as she entered. He gestured for her to sit down on the couch and grabbed a blanket, gently placing it over her shoulders. He then moved to the drink cart to refill his drink and snatched a second tumbler for her as well. Her eyes curiously roamed the Victorian mansion; big oil paintings in golden frames, expensive vases and statues, and crystal chandeliers decorated the tall walls and high ceiling.
“You have a beautiful home, Mister-,” she trailed off, realizing she didn’t even know his name yet.
“Lord Winchester, but Dean is fine,” he smiled and handed her her drink, nursing his own.
Shakily, she took the drink and guided the glass rim to her lips, the alcohol warming her up a little. She couldn’t help but stare at the mysterious man in front of her as he sat down on an armchair next to the fireplace. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, taking her breath away with the simplest of smiles, getting lost in a sea of perfect green as she gazed into his eyes.
He cleared his throat slightly to rip her from her trance, smirking internally at her noticeable stares and the effect he seemed to have on her by just existing. “So, what brings you here into town, Ms. Y/L/N?”
“Call me Y/N. The other sounds so formal,” she told him, a bit flustered at the way he kept looking at her – like she was his prey, his next meal. The thought alone made her only quiver more, heat rushing through her veins and down to her core. She usually wasn’t the type to hook up with strange men, or men at all, but she’d make an exception for the charming man in front of her.
“Y/N, beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he hummed, chuckling softly when her cheeks flushed anew.
“I was in the next town over, visiting my sister for the holidays before I got stuck here,” she explained, clutching the glass tightly in her hands.
“Well, you’re lucky you got stuck on my road, sweetheart. Not many neighbors around here. You could’ve frozen to death in this harrowing weather,” he said, his voice deep and gruff.
“Yes, thank you again for letting me stay here, sir. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t opened the door,” she blushed.
He licked his lips as his emerald orbs roamed her body, seeing how she pressed her thighs together tightly, clearly aroused by his presence. His cock twitched underneath his robe at the sight of her, but he wanted her to warm up a little before he had her shaking underneath him again.
Emptying his glass, he stood up and sauntered to the drink cart once more to refill it. “Are you hungry, sweetheart? My cook has already left for the night, but there are still some leftovers if you fancy meatloaf,” he offered her kindly.
“Not hungry, sir. Thank you. Not for food, anyway.”
He spun slowly around on his heel at her words, his eyes watching her chew on her bottom lip insecurely. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. Me neither,” a smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth.
With a few large steps, he stood in front of her and held his palm open for her to take, placing his tumbler down on the antique coffee table. He helped her stand up, his fingertips softly brushing the blanket off her naked shoulders, letting it fall back onto the couch. “So, about that repayment of yours… what did you have in mind, sweet girl?” he prompted her, his thumb ghosting along her cheekbone.
“Anything you want, sir. I’m so grateful to you. I’d do anything. Anything at all,” she replied, gazing up sweetly at him through her lashes. The tip of her tongue licked softly at the pad of his thumb when it reached her lower lip.
“Anything, huh?” His lips moved to her neck, softly sucking on her pulse point until she whimpered.
“Yes, sir, anything… it’s just… I’ve never done much of anything at all,” she confessed, biting down on her bottom lip, feeling a little ashamed.
He smiled endearingly at her, “That’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. As long as you’re willing to learn, I’m willing to teach.”
“More than willing, sir,” she nodded eagerly.
He smirked devilishly, yet his voice was calm and soft, “Look at you, poor thing. Your clothes are still wet. You’re gonna catch a cold.” He gently brushed her long hair to her back, his fingers trailing down her neck to the straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders one by one until her dress fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles. She was completely naked underneath – no bra, no panties, standing fully bare in front of him.
Her soft, pink buds stood upright from the cold, her smooth skin littering with goosebumps as he cupped one of her breasts in his large hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “You wanna be dirty, sweet angel?” he rasped, lifting her chin with his fingers to look up at him.
“Yes, sir. I wanna be dirty,” she breathed wobbly, melting at his hot touch.
He removed his fingers from her body and untied his robe slowly, allowing the velvet material to fall to the hardwood flooring. He stood before her in all his glory, his length standing tall and proud. His fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, fisting it with a lazy smirk on his lips. She gasped when she saw how big and thick he was, feeling her slick drip down her thighs at the thought of taking his whole shaft into her tight, little pussy and the way it’d stretch her open, making her still feel it in the early morning hours.
“Like what you see?” he asked, pumping his length seductively for her.
Her mouth watered at the sight, “Yes, sir. So big, so thick, so perfect.”
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” She nodded and he took a few steps closer to her, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue licked softly on her bottom lip, darting inside her mouth as she granted him access. His cock rubbed between her thighs as they kissed, his hands cupping her neck to tug her closer to his body heat.
He pushed her backward until she was seated on the couch, softly laying her down as he hovered above her. His lips wandered down, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over her body until his tongue reached her folds. He swiped two fingers through her slick, humming as he licked her sweet juices off his digits. “You taste heavenly, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Need to break you open with my fingers first. Get you ready for my big cock,” he whispered into her ear, his voice like a soothing melody.
“Yes, please, sir. I’d like that,” she agreed with a slight swallow.
He kissed her, deepening the kiss to a harsh and rough one as his fingers started to circle her clit. She moaned into the kiss as he plunged them into her tight channel, feeling her walls squeeze around them as he curled and scissored them inside her. She was so wet, so tight, so innocent, so magnificent, responding to his smallest touch, bending whatever way he wanted her to.
Sucking her breast into his mouth, he rolled his tongue over her bud, tenderly nibbling on it with his teeth. She smelled like vanilla, fall, and rain, her hair still slightly damp as he combed his fingers through it. A few more skillful thrusts in and out of her pussy, a few more sucks on her tits, and his palm rubbing deliciously against her sensitive nub had her trembling underneath him. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she came on his fingers, coating him in her slick, little moans of pleasure falling off her lips.
“Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?” he asked, peppering her mouth with kisses in between as she calmed down, her breathing still labored.
“Yes, sir. I want more. More, more, more,” she urged him eagerly, sitting up a little. Her hands reached for his cock, peachy lips parted in anticipation of finally getting to taste him. Drooling at the sight of his throbbing member, the vein was thick and pronounced, his tip pink and velvety smooth, leaking with precum and ready to burst any second.
He stopped her, however, with a soft and amused shake of his head. “I’m sorry, love. Maybe later. I need to bury myself in that amazing cunt of yours right now,” he husked and pressed her softly down into the cushions of the couch. He threaded his cock through her slick, lining himself up at her entrance before their gazes met. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir. Please, touch me,” she begged with an avid nod. Her mouth flew open, drawing in a sharp breath as he pushed an inch of his thick cock inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossing over his perky ass as he pushed further in, giving her time to adjust to his impressive length in between.
“Sssh, breathe for me, sweetheart,” he soothed her, gently caressing her cheeks when he was fully seated in her warmth. “You’re beautiful,” he told her with a kiss on her lips. “So beautiful.”
“Please move, sir. I need you. I need you to fuck me hard. Make me sore, so I’ll never forget this night,” she gasped pleadingly.
“As you wish, sweetheart,” he smirked and moved his hips. He went tremendously slow at first, torturing her with each drag of his cock through her walls before picking up the pace until he pounded and slammed into her mercilessly.
“Oh, fuck! So good,” she cried out breathlessly. “You fill me up so good, Lord Winchester.”
“Your pussy is taking me so well, sweetheart,” he muttered into the crook of her neck and placed one leg over his shoulder, going impossibly deeper as he bent her in half until he hit her cervix. “Look, how she’s sucking my cock in like she was fucking made for me… such a good girl… so perfect,” he praised her, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe.
“Fuck,” she panted, feeling the coil in her stomach tighten with each thrust, his pelvic bone scratching preciously against her clit.
“Ready to cum on my cock, sweetheart? Cum for me,” he ordered her, his deep voice husky and strained, sending shivers down her spine.
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna… ffff-fuck,” she moaned. Her walls pulsated around him as her back arched into the soft cushions of the couch.
Slowing his movements a little, he gave her time to ride through her orgasm before starting to chase his own release with a few hard and sloppy thrusts. His shoulders quivered, his whole body tensed with a primal grunt as he spilled his seed inside her cunt and coated her walls in white cream.
He held himself up on his elbows next to her face for a moment, just gazing at her gorgeous face before he pulled out and lay down behind her, snuggling her frame into his. He grabbed the blanket and covered them, kissing her shoulder blade softly as blissful sighs left both their lips.
The early morning sun rays wound their way through the thick curtains, reaching their smiling faces, the rain outside long gone. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered and kissed her temple.
“I love you too, Lord Winchester,” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We should leave Sam behind in the bunker more often and go on these haunted house hunts alone all the time.”
“We really should,” her boyfriend agreed and kissed her lips, once, twice. “That robe was fantastic. I need one of those for the bunker,” he beamed.
“When is the family coming back again?”
“At noon. We got a few more hours. Plenty of time to go another round,” he wiggled his eyebrows, a goofy smile on his full lips.
“Want me to play a virgin again?” she bit her lip, suppressing a giggle.
“Oh, I think that ship has now definitely sailed at this point, sweetheart,” he chuckled and pulled her face close for a deep kiss. “But A+ acting on your part. You don’t even have a sister.”
“Thank you, my lord. It’s called method acting. Helps to give your character a deep background story. And if you remember, I don’t have a car either,” she grinned.
He laughed, the creases around his eyes rising. “I remember… Hey, maybe you can be a maid next round? It’s awfully dusty in here,” he said in a fake posh voice.
“Fine, but you freeze your ass off on the porch this time,” she huffed playfully.
“Deal.”
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