Our fearless leader, @littlegreenplasticsoldier started us off with Part 1 here
@gemini75eeyore followed with part 2 here
@deandoesthingstome came next with part 3 here
@klaineaholic part 4 is here
Characters: Sam, Dean, Leah, Y/N
Setting: Another no-tell motel, Crappsville, USA
Dean doesn’t respond at first so you say his name, louder this time. “Dean!”
“Huh?” He mumbles, looking dazed.
You look over at him, and you realize Dean Winchester is looking at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time.
You know how he feels. You have crossed some invisible line with the boys tonight, and there is no going back.
“Truth or Dare, Dean.” You whisper, still feeling his hand on your ass, and you bite back the moan that threatens to spill out.
You look over at Sam and he smirks at you, his knowing eyes hot and teasing. “Yeah Dean. Truth or Dare?”
Dean stalls, indecisive. Truth has always served him well, but the dares have been pretty hot so far. Dare. He’d choose dare. But Y/N was sneaky.
The horrific vision of him running around the room naked clucking like a chicken suddenly popped into his head. “Truth, I choose truth.” He blurts out before he can change his mind.
“Truth, huh?” Y/N says, and Dean knows by her tone he’s in trouble.
You turn and wink at Leah. Then pausing a moment to think, you lean forward, lick your lips and say to Dean, “so what’s your favorite thing when it comes to oral sex?”
Leah snorts at Sam’s audible intake of breath and the look on Dean’s face. “Oh this is gonna be good.” She says gleefully.
He doesn’t say anything for a long moment as he looks at his drink. When he finally looks up, his eyes are fairly smoldering with lust.
“I like a woman who knows how to use her tongue. So many women think it’s the up and down that get us off, but it’s not. But a woman with a talented tongue? There is nothing like it. Give me a girl who can lick me like I am her favorite lollypop, and I will die a happy man.” Dean finished.
You toss back the rest of your drink in one swallow. “I’ve never had any complaints, Winchester.” You spy something next to Dean and an idea pops into your head. “Want a demonstration?”
Dean’s mouth drops as you stand up and walk towards him. You can hear a pin drop in the room. Sam’s breathing has gotten heavy. You can see the bulge in Dean’s pants from here. Every eye is on you. You bend down in front of Dean, your eyes locked with his…
And grab the empty beer bottle on the floor next to him and walk back to your spot. “You didn’t really think I was going to blow you right here in front of everyone did you? I mean come on!”
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, you held the bottle in your hand. You licked a broad stripe up the side of the bottle, then twirled your tongue around the head of the bottle while locking eyes with Sam. He swallows hard and starts to sweat. The more you worked the bottle the more he began to squirm.
Then you turned your attention to Dean. Moving your hand up and down the shaft of the bottle, you hollow out your cheeks and took the whole neck of the bottle into your mouth before swirling your tongue around it and releasing it with an audible pop!
Dean groans and balls his hands into fists. “Fuck!” He mutters.
You nonchalantly place the bottle back on the floor and wink at Leah. “Like I said, Dean. No complaints.”
The room was silent except for Sam and Dean’s ragged breathing. You needed a minute to catch your breath. “I’m gonna go get a soda. Leah, you wanna come?”
“Sure.” Leah said, jumping up.
“Be right back guys.” You said as you and Leah walked down to the soda machine at the end of the hall.
“OK Y/N, what’s the deal? Which one is yours?” Leah asked.
“Neither.”
“Well I want Sam. Can you keep Dean busy? I’ll have Sam back in one piece more or less in the morning.” Suddenly Leah didn’t look so innocent.
“I can try.” You told her.
The two of you walked back to the room and you sat on the bed. Sam and Dean must have had a conversation of their own. Within 5 minutes Sam and Leah had gone to her room to “hang out” and Dean and you were alone in his room.
The minute Sam and Leah were out the door, Dean was across the room and on the bed next to you. “You have been driving me goddamn crazy all night, Y/N.” He growled.
“I dare you to do something about it, Dean.” You whispered, and then he was on top of you and he was kissing you like a man possessed.
“I want you, Y/N…. I have for a long time and that’s the truth.” He murmured against your ear.
Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam and Reader
Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA.
Word Count: 2200ish (wordy4lyfe! It goes quick)
Summary: Sam hits you with an easy truth, but Leah wants to know more, and Y/N ends up daring Dean
Warnings: None really, sexual innuendos, and being in Dean’s lap ;)
See @littlegreenplasticsoldier‘s Master Mess
The road so far..
@littlegreenplasticsoldier Part 1
@gemini75eeyore Part 2
@deandoesthingstome Part 3
@rizlowwritessortof Part 4
You’re blushing, and you’re all getting giggly, and this suddenly seems like the best idea anyone’s ever had. “So, whose turn is it? Is it my turn?”
Sam gets that evil, seductive smirk on his face again as he nods. “Oh, yeah, Y/N. It’s your turn. So, what’s it gonna be? Truth or dare?”
With the whiskey making a nice, warm run through your body, combined with the revelation you’ve been a possible source of a few Winchester wet dreams, you hold tightly to the extra courage it’s given you and mirror his evil, seductive smirk back at him as you mull it over. “Well, as tempted as I am to want your dare, after those barefaced admissions, I’m gonna bet you…” pausing briefly, you glance at Dean making sure you’ve got his full attention before looking back to Sam, “…are curious to know, do I give the two finger salute to you? Or do I think of Dean over there when I need to check my oil?” Looking over to Dean again, his eyebrows lift in interest, lips pulling into a smirk when you throw him a playful little wink for your play on words. “Or maybe, I’m finger dippin’ to the two of you at the same time? So hit me with it, truth. What do ya wanna to know?” You internally high five yourself for the choice of words and slide the smirk back into place.
Without missing a beat, or even so much as a blink he asks, “Y/N, have you ever gotten off on thoughts of me, or Dean?” He’s not letting up on that god awful sexy little smirk of his, and his eyes are practically piercing your soul now; or is it your nether region? He really is loosening up now with that bold question.
Your liquid courage has a perfect answer for him too. “A girl has needs. Of course I get my rocks off as often as I please, but a lady has to have a few secrets, Sam.” Holding his stare you smile sweetly and slowly raise your glass to your lips. Dean grunts out a laugh, his tongue swiping out to wet his lips as he leans back against the cupboards, bringing one knee up to rest an arm on it as the other leg lays relaxed against the grimy carpet.
Sam’s mouth turns down in approval, nodding as he takes that in. The gears are still moving inside of that head of his though, and he’s about to say something more when Leah chimes in, “Well Y/N, I have a truth for you, sticking to this topic of self satisfaction and half naked bodies.” Her smile is wide as she shifts her legs around to cross them. “I want to know, what do you find to be the sexiest aspect of each brother?”
“This outta be good,” Dean smiles.
Your cheeks grow warm at having been put on the spot again. Sure, the brothers had to of assumed you’ve excavated your cave on more than one occasion with your recent lack of action, but damn, now you have to get specific about which parts you literally thought about? You were breathing a little sigh of relief with Sam’s easy truth, but it seems she’s asking what Sam may have been looking for originally.
“Are we talking physical aspects? Or characteristics?” you clarify, hoping you didn’t have to divulge the physical parts you’ve noticed the most day in and day out.
Sam gives her a conspiratorial wink and looks at you with an expectant smile, as Dean’s got his eyebrow pulled up to attention, his face giving zero clue to his thoughts, and Leah’s slyly smirking as she answers, “I know they’ve both been complete gentlemen so far tonight, and since you see them regularly, how about both.”
You let out a slow breath through your nose and decide to go for it. Brave Y/N, be brave. Someone’s gotta bend this tension filled room a little further, right?
“Well…” you begin, looking between each brother, lingering on Dean across the way, taking in the perfect spread of his long legs, eyes gleaming as he sits there patiently.
You set your glass on the carpet and rise to your knees, catching Sam’s eyes. “Sam here, he’s very much a gentleman, and one who’s always willing to put your needs ahead of his own.” You slowly make your way closer to him as you speak, looking over your shoulder at Leah until you’re behind him, and set your hands on his shoulders. “The sexiest thing about Sam, if you ask me… is his mind. He’s smart. Too smart sometimes for his own good. I mean the things he can do with a computer…” You raise one hand, fanning yourself dramatically, Sam’s head dropping forward as his shoulders shake with laughter. “You want logic and fact, he’s your go-to guy. He’s definitely the more logical one of the two.” You give her a playful wink feeling his hand rest over yours and give it a tiny squeeze, catching Dean eye-rolling so hard you can almost feel it.
Threading your fingers with his you pull his hand up. “Then you have these.” You unwind your fingers and he leaves his hand up in the same position as he follows your lead. “Just look at the size of that hand, huge right? Those long, dexterous fingers. I mean they just give a girl all kinds of wandering thoughts watching them at work… or even at rest; paging along a book, through papers, his hair, anything.”
You ruffle his hair some with a smile, before turning your attention to the other brother. “And then you have Dean over here.” He’s a little further away from Sam so you drop your hands to the floor, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly crawl towards him. And by slow, it’s slow. He’s just far enough away you can drag it out a little bit.
He shifts to sit up straighter at the attention, eyes locking with yours as you move. “Fearless, selfless Dean,” you sigh. Sam’s leaning back some, unable to keep his eyes from dragging over your form in this position; your back arched just so, and you can feel Leah doing the same, her own lip between her teeth as she hangs on each word. “Don’t be fooled by his macho man act, because while he’s 200% man in there, underneath it all lies a huge, bleeding heart of gold. The love he has for his family, blood or not; the amount that he cares about those he’s allowed in, he’d do anything and everything for them… and that, is the sexiest thing about Dean.” You’re between his spread legs when you stop, both of them now raised at the knee to make room for you. Rising up you sit back on your heels. He looks away shaking his head with a disbelieving half smile, but you know you’ve struck something inside; you can feel it pulsing off of him.
Shifting closer to him, you move until your knees rest against the bottom of his thighs. “Then you have that mouth of his.”
His eyes slide back to yours, head tilting along with his mood. He swipes his tongue out to wet his lips, pulling your attention to them, and that damn eyebrow is arching again indicating you’ve got his full attention.
You have to clear your throat to reign in your wayward thoughts the small action provoked so you could speak again. “Those plush lips, full of sass and bad jokes. And as funny as he thinks he is, you will never prepare yourself for his charm. Boy, can he lay it on thick too. He’s smoother than fresh butter when he’s in the zone.”
He scoffs rolling his eyes, and you bust into a fit of giggles. “Aw, you thought I was going to talk about how soft and supple they are, didn’t you?”
“Actually, yeah. I kinda did. Gotta say I’m a little disappointed there, Y/N.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes. What is with these three calling you out right now? “Ok, fine,” you sigh with fake exasperation.
When you had started this truth, you had a plan of mentioning it, for dramatics, but decided to keep that bit of information to yourself, locked away for those nights you were alone in your own bed. The alcohol, however, had loosened you up a lot further than you originally thought now that you’d made it this far. That, combined with the light headed feeling you got from Dean’s blatant staring at your mouth at the moment, you decide to jump in feet first.
“To say I’ve never looked for extended periods of time, being with them as long as I have, would be a lie,” you start.
“Stared would be more accurate,” Leah interjects, nodding at you suggestively when you look at her over your shoulder.
“True, but I can’t be obvious here. I do se-”
“Sure you can,” Dean cuts in, practically giving you whiplash with how fast your head turns. “I wouldn’t mind.”
You quirk your eyebrow up, pursing your lips as you scan his over his face. “I know you don’t. Just one look at them, pouting naturally, subtly inviting the viewer closer. How could one not want to see just how soft they really are? To run their tongue along the soft, supple flesh, nibble and suck at that full bottom lip, feel them work across their skin.”
His eyes have gone a shade darker as you talked about him, the two of you now staring at the others mouth he responds, “The feelings mutual sweetheart.”
You both bring your eyes up to meet the others at the same time.
“Well Dean, then I dare you to find out if its true. Kiss me.”
He takes an audible deep breath in, slowly leaning the upper half of his body forward, and places his hands on your thighs.
“Whoa, guys, that’s not the rules of the game,” Sam speaks up.
Not breaking eye contact your hand flies up, arm outstretched behind as you to hold a finger up, one of Dean’s hands doing the same, signalling him to give you a minute. He’s moving just a little slower than you thought he would given the vibe he was putting off, and with the nerves bubbling in your stomach to confirm if he actually felt the same, you reach up and place your hands on his shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours.
You both simultaneously sigh when your lips lock, his hands coming up to take your face between his wide palms and press his lips harder against his. You push into it with him, feeling the confirmation he wanted this too as you tilt your head to the other side, sliding your lips along his for a different angle. He follows your lead, and with the warmth of arousal spreading across your body at the contact, you lick along his bottom lip, asking for entrance.
Sliding your tongue tentatively in, he happily meets you in the middle, and the smooth slide of the muscles against one another has you both moaning in appreciation, like you’re devouring the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted.
It’s getting steamier the deeper the kiss gets. Your hands have run their way into his hair, as his have trailed down your back, settling into the curve of your lower back, pulling you closer as he moves straighter to press you against him. You climb over his raised thighs, accepting the invitation for connection and he lowers his legs in response once you’re over, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
The contact is heady. The kiss is heady. God he’s amazing at this. He was not lying either about how good that mouth of his is. Your breathless and wanting more as you settle down in his lap, melting into his warmth, a grin forming against his lips when you feel how much he’s enjoying this beneath his zipper as he presses his hips tentatively against yours.
You’re beginning to wish the other two weren’t present so you could rip his clothes off, and feel all of his smooth skin against yours. The ache between your legs is quickly going from a dull roar to a full fledged fire, and if this keeps going, your cares might completely fly out the window and they’ll really get a show. But you don’t want it to stop.
Sam clears his throat, and you barely register the sound, too lost in the feeling of Dean’s mouth against yours. He hasn’t noticed either, even when Sam clears his throat again, Leah giving him a shrug as she smirks, amused watching the two of you go at it like horny teenagers.
“You guys want us to leave? Or do you want to continue playing the game?”
It isn’t until Sam speaks that you finally pull away from each other, the two of you breathing like you’d just run a mile. Smiling you shrug at Dean who rolls his eyes at his brothers comment. Someone sounds a teeny bit jealous…
Dean leans closer, dropping his voice so only you could hear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Yeah, I do. Because I have also…”
You slowly slide off his lap to the ground, and place your hands on the floor behind you as you carefully move away, crawling backwards towards your original spot. “I believe it’s your turn, right Dean?” You put on your best sexy little smile, one you’ve used a time or two to get information you needed. “Truth… or dare?”
Dean picks truth (he tries ;) ) by @kreborn17 HERE
Dean picks dare (well, tries to ;) ) by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog HERE
