Cursed To Distraction
This Is Day 25 Of Roleplay May
Words: 5183
Warnings: Smut, Impala Sex, Swearing, Teasing, Sex Curses, Oral Male And Female Receiving, Filthy Dirty Talk ;), Size Kink, Dry Humping, Rough Sex. Think That’s It.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, (OC’s) Molly and Ash.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: When a bartender hits on you in what you think is attempt to make Dean jealous, what happens when not everything is quite as it seems?
A/N: So, this ran over way longer than it was supposed to but I’m really proud of myself for getting as much posted as I did! So sorry this is late again and thank you so much to everyone who has helped me and who has continued to read these smutty little works of mine, it really does mean so much to me :) I will be posting the roleplay May masterlist later today, and I will pin it to my tumblr main page for a time, for anyone who is interested! Once again thank you to Bee for betaing for me again :) @negans-lucille-tblr I honestly dunno what I would’ve done without you the last few months :) and a big thank you to @deanwanddamons and @dylanholyhellobrien as well as everyone who read any and all of the fics!
Another successful hunt had brought Sam, Dean and you to one of the local town's bars. You were surprisingly less disgusted by this one, especially compared with a lot of the others which you’d been in lately, this bar was practically paradise. The three of you sitting in a corner booth, hidden away from the rest of the bar a little and you were steadily getting tipsy. Which was actually kind of unusual for you with it being this early on, in fact, you weren’t sure that you’d even drank that much.
You lean across the table and gather the beer bottles, making your way to the bar since it’s your round. The trouble is, the more you drink the harder it is for you to hide your feelings for one Winchester in particular. Walking over to the bar you look up, meeting the bartender's eyes and she smiles at you, a smile that’s a little more seductive than you’d been expecting and you certainly hadn’t been expecting the wink she throws you. She's actually kinda hot, you're surprised that Dean hasn’t hit on her yet.
Looking back at the table for some kind of indication you weren’t seeing things, you quickly find that the brothers are deep in conversation. You hand her back the beers with a gentle smile and go to order another three. She has them in front of you before you even get the words out. You thank her and pay for them but she gently takes hold of your arm before you can leave and hands you another drink.
“This one is on me, if you’ve got five minutes?” She asks curiously, licking her plump red lips as she leans forward on the bar.
You take the seat at the bar and take the offered drink, drinking down the shot in one gulp.
“I’m sure I can spare a few minutes,” you reply, licking the drop of whiskey from your lips.
“Good. So, what’s your name?”
“Y/N, how about you?” you ask as she refills your shot glass from the bottle she’s keeping right in front of her.
Flicking her brown curly hair over her shoulder, her sparkling brown eyes meet yours and she smirks when you take yet another shot.
“You can call me Ash.” She tells you grabbing a beer of her own from under the bar and taking a long pull, wrapping her full lips around the opening of the beer bottle. Licking her lips before she speaks again, “I have a question for you, Y/N. How long have you had the hots for your friend over there?” Ash asks nodding over to where Sam and Dean are sitting.
“What are you talking about?” You half laugh,but the blush you can feel rising in your cheeks is a dead give away if your voice hadn’t been enough.
“Oh sweetie, of course you do. You can tell me, it’s kinda what us bartenders do. He definitely likes you too, take my word for it.” She assures you, nodding over at the table as her fingers brush your arm.
You turn to look at the table surprised to see Dean watching you intently while Sam seemingly talks to himself. “You think so?” You ask curiously, turning back to her, finding her smiling wide again.
“Trust me. Now, do you want me to help?” She asks, leaning forward so she’s an inch away from your face. “Or if he’s too chicken shit to do something about it, there’s always me.” She smirks, taking another swig of her beer.
“Sure, what’ve you got?”
“He’ll either really fucking love this or he’s gonna really hate it. Either way, win win for you.” She grins, leaning in and pressing her soft lips against yours. You lean over the bar a little further when she cups your cheek and you feel something strange and warm in your stomach but you ignore it.
Ash pulls back from your lips and drags her teeth over her full bottom lip.
“Are you always this nice to strangers?” you giggle, when she wipes her lipstick from your lips.
“Hmm, only the cute ones,” she winks, making you blush all over again. “Now, give it a go, tell him what you want. You never know, he may want it too,” she suggests, pushing the beer bottles towards you. You look between her and the table where the boys are staring at you with open mouths and there’s a pretty girl sitting beside Sam who just looks a little like she’s impressed.
Confidence swims through your veins as you swipe the beers from the bartop and walk back to your table with an extra swing in your hips. What you don’t see is the way that Ash smiles as you walk away or her hiding the bottle she’d been pouring your shots from with a purple glint in her eyes.
“What the hell was that, Y/N?” Dean asks with a grin when you slide Sam’s bottle to him across the table. You smile at the girl that he has his arm around and she returns it confidently.
Ignoring Dean’s question, you slide into the booth beside him, feeling the warm feeling return to your belly when his knee nudges against yours.
“Who’s your friend, Sam?” You ask with a knowing smile. The girl grins back at you and leans over to shake your hand before Sam can speak.
“Hey there Y/N, I’m Molly.” She smiles sweetly. She seems nice and really cute but you can clearly tell she’s not someone to be messed with. Your suspicions are confirmed when Sam tells you she’s another hunter and she’s actually on a hunt right now. Basically, she’s the exact kind of girl you would hope for Sam to find.
You’re trying to ignore the sudden need to straddle Dean and kiss him as you listen to Sam and Molly tell you about the case. But since his knee had brushed yours you can’t wash the thoughts from your head. You’re starting to get the feeling that something is wrong, because that feeling is back in your stomach and your hands are shaking. You glance over at the bar, quickly noticing that Ash is missing but you can’t seem to form the words.
“Sweetheart?” Dean asks gently, shaking your shoulder but his skin against yours almost makes you whimper, you have to bite into your lip to stop the noise from escaping when you look at him. Those plump pink lips of his wrapped around his bottle as he finishes it off, you do the same to try and get rid of the dry feeling in your throat.
But you quickly realise that the warm feeling you’d had in your stomach has moved. Now you find yourself fidgeting in your seat, it’s like you’re unable to ignore the way that Dean makes you feel. All you can think about is how good he looks, licking your lips as you look over at him and for once you allow yourself to really look at him. Noticing just how many freckles dust his face, the curve of his lips as he listens to his brother talk with a slight smile. The crinkles beside his perfectly green eyes and you certainly don’t miss the clench of his jaw when you press yourself closer to him, even if it’s subconscious at first. The second time you do it, you do it completely on purpose.
Sam and Molly are in deep conversation when you finally fully turn to Dean with a smile, leaning into him you press your lips to his ear as one of your hands rests on his thigh beneath the table and you feel him stiffen beneath your touch. You feel Dean shiver when the tip of your tongue flicks at his earlobe.
“Fuck, you smell good,” you groan quietly. Your free hand moving over his chest as you press yourself closer, hooking one of your legs over his knees. “And you’re so big and strong, I bet you could throw me around our motel room so easily couldn’t you, Dean?” You breathe out against his ear as your hand slides up higher, feeling him jump where he sits when your hand brushes over his half hard length and gently squeezes.
Neither of you even notice Sam and Molly slipping out of the booth.
“Fuck,sweetheart. What the hell has gotten into you?” Dean asks his voice deeper than usual, trying to hide his moan when you grab one of his hands and slip it just beneath your t-shirt. You feel his fingers grip your hip, clearly forcing his hand not to move any further.
“I dunno what you’re talking about, gorgeous. I just finally decided to let you know just how fucking hot you are, that’s all. I’m sure you already know but I would really love to show you.” You giggle hearing him groan your name. It sounds like he’s trying to warn you but if that’s the case, then he’s failing miserably.
“So, did you enjoy the show earlier? I Couldn’t help but notice you were almost falling off of your chair just to get a good look.”
You quickly shift your body and climb into his lap, straddling his hips and your eyes stay locked on one another. His free hand moves to grip your other hip, stopping you from rolling your hips down into him.
“It was hot, sue me. And as much as I know I’ll regret saying this later, this right here, this is not you,” Dean states firmly, fixing you with a look that makes you shiver when it probably shouldn’t.
Reaching behind you,you smile at Dean seductively as you grab your beer and take a long swig, enjoying the way his eyes move between your lips and your throat. Once it’s empty you place it back on the table and lick the few drops from your lips.
“Y/N, look at me,” he says quietly, which of course you already are.
Ash looks from her spot at the bar, cussing him under her breath when she notices Dean looking for something she doesn’t want him to find. But she’s quick with an idea and makes her way over to the couple.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Ash purrs seductively, looking down at you in Dean’s lap and she leans forward and roughly presses her red lips to yours, causing your hands to dig into Dean’s shoulders and you certainly don’t miss the way that his hands tighten on your hips.
“Hey, you,” you wink when she pulls back. “This is Dean,” you inform her, running one of your hands through his soft hair, feeling his head tilt back as he follows your touch.
She smiles at you and turns her attention to the older Winchester.
“Well, aren’t you a lucky boy?” Ash grins, surprising Dean when she presses her lips against his, he doesn’t pull away and you giggle feeling his grip on you loosen on your hips. Dean pulls away quickly and turns to you, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip before his mind seems to be made up. You don’t have time to question the flash of purple that sparks in his green eyes because his lips quickly press against yours.
You smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself closely against him. Dean’s tongue flicks out against your bottom lip as his hands move behind you to grip your ass tightly.
“You wanna get outta here?” Dean grunts against your parted lips when you roll your hips down into the line of his now fully hard cock.
“You sure? You sure changed your tune.” You tease, feeling the grip he has on your ass tighten.
Dean pauses for a moment, letting his eyes flick between your eyes and lips before he shakes his head.
“Well, whatever was stopping me before I can’t remember.” He chuckles, leaning in closer once again so his lips are brushing yours when he speaks and his eyes stay locked on yours.
“All I can think about right now is burying myself between your thighs, see if you’re as small and tight as you look like you’re gonna be. Haven’t stopped wonderin’ about how sweet that pussy tastes,” He rasps quietly, the green in his eyes darkening before you as he licks those plump lips, pink from all the biting he’d inflicted on them.
You knew Dean liked to dirty talk, you’d heard it through the thin motel walls but when it was directed towards you it was on a new level of sexy.
“You got the keys?” You moan out as he starts kissing down your neck, dragging his teeth along a particularly sensitive patch of skin.
You cling to him harder feeling his hot breath against your skin, “yeah, course I do.” He smirks pulling back from your neck, keys dangling from his forefinger.
“Of course you do, silly me.” You smile back, climbing out of his lap and curling your finger at him, “come get it Winchester.”
Flicking your hair over your shoulder you make your way out of the bar, with more of a swing in your hips than usual, fully aware that Dean is hot on your heels.
You shiver when the cool air hits your skin, it’s colder outside than it has been in weeks. You can feel Dean’s eyes on you as you walk, coming to a stop at the side of the impala you feel Dean pressing up against your back. Pushing your hair over one shoulder as he presses you into the car, so that you’re able to feel his hardness against your ass.
“Would you let me fuck you right here?” He asks knowingly, breath ghosting over your ear and his fingers slip beneath your t-shirt, running along the soft skin of your stomach. You swallow hard, failing to hide the needy whimper of his name that slips past your lips. “Of course you would, right here, right up against my baby.” There’s a pause and you feel his hand by your hip as he slips the key into the lock.
“Maybe next time, hmmm?” He chuckles backing away as he pops the door open.
The throbbing between your thighs is almost painful and when he pulls away you suck in a deep breath when the burning in your stomach returns. You still have no idea what it is, but you can’t find it in you to think about it too much. And judging by the pained grunt from the other side of the car Dean’s felt whatever it is too.
“See, the teasing isn’t so funny now is it?”
You slip into the front seat beside Dean, your doors closing almost at the same time. Pressing yourself against him your hand starts slowly moving higher up his thigh and you see him smirk as he starts the engine.
“Fuck sweetheart, what’re you up to?” He groans as you unbuckle his belt and pop the button of his jeans. You bite your bottom lip watching his zip slide down when his cock jumps in the suddenly not so tight confines.
Dean lifts his hips as you tug on his jeans and boxers enough to free his perfect long thick cock. You’re almost drooling at the thought of having him in your mouth, finally. No surprise it’s one of the best looking cocks you’ve ever seen, the swollen head already leaking with pre-cum.
“How about you keep your eyes on the road, Winchester, let me worry about looking after you,” you practically purr, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
He groans deep in his chest watching you stretch out across the bench seat, back arched, with your head down and ass up as he pulls out of the parking lot. Wrapping your small hand around the thickness of his cock, the tips of your fingers just barely touching the tip of your thumb.
You look up at him through your lashes as you lean in closer, swirling the tip of your tongue around the swollen head of his cock, moving over the very tip and moaning as the taste of his pre-cum hits your tongue. Dean’s free hand moves to the back of your head, fingers winding into your hair as he glances down at you.
“Come on baby girl, open up,” he smirks, licking those plump lips that you dream about.
Dean sucks in a breath as you do as you're told and his fingers tighten in your hair. You hollow your cheeks as you suck at the head of his cock, which feels even thicker than it looks and tastes so good.
He shifts in his seat, spreading his legs open a little further when you finally take more of his thick length into your mouth. The heat in your stomach starts to ebb away and you let out a relieved sigh, breathing a little slower through your nose as your tongue presses against the thick vein that runs along the entire length.
Your lips stretch wide when he presses against the back of your head, a loud growl leaving his lips when your hand cups his balls and his hips jolt up off of the seat. Pushing the thick head of his cock into the back of your throat, making you cough around the moan as the drool leaks from the sides of your lips. Your free hand moves to his thigh, nails digging in as you grip tightly.
“Fuck, look at you. Takin’ that cock so good, sweetheart. Such a pretty little mouth,” Dean rasps as the car swerves around a corner.
You start to bob your head over him, swallowing around his cock when it hits the back of your throat again. You can hear Dean’s breathing increase as your movements do. His fingers tighten further in your hair and he roughly pulls your head up, you gasp for air when his cock falls from your lips.
In fact, you hadn’t even realised that the car had stopped until both of his big hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you into a demanding kiss. Your hands move to his shoulders, slipping beneath his jacket and helping him pull it free of his arms.
While Dean’s hands move to your hips, unbuttoning your jeans, hooking his thumbs into the sides of them and panties. He pulls away from your lips when you sit up on your knees and roughly pulls them down your legs. You sit back on your ass laughing a little as you stumble. Dean just smirks at you as he pulls them free of your legs and tosses them behind him.
“Wanna take this to the back seat, handsome?” You grin watching his eyes rake over your body. You wiggle out from under him and climb into the back seat.
You lay out on the back seat and pull off your shirt and bra, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. He licks his lips as he finishes undressing himself.
“Looks like Sammy’s gettin’ lucky himself. Probably a good idea we kept this in baby, huh?” He smirks pulling his black shirt over his head. You shift a little, letting your feet rest on the soft leather so that Dean can climb into the back with you.
“C’mon, scoot back and spread those legs for me,baby.”
You do as he says, the light from the motel and the moonlight shining through the impalas window, so that you can see that little boyish twinkle in his eyes when he presses his lips to your inner thigh. He’s still smiling when his eyes meet yours again.
“Somehow, this was always how imagined our first time was gonna go.” You tell him a little shyly with a smile.
“Really? So you’ve thought about it then?” he chuckles kissing his way closer and closer to where you want him the most.
You can’t help but smile at the look on his face, your fingers pushing into his hair when he moves lower, pulling your legs over his shoulders and his breath ghosts over your hot, wet pussy.
“Of course I have, you dork. You’re seriously annoying but you’re still my best friend. There’s always been that what if there, I’ve seen you looking,” you giggle when he wiggles his eyebrows at you and presses a kiss to your hip bone. His tongue sliding slowly across your skin until he reaches the other hip and he nips at the skin lightly.
“Mmm, you have, have you? Well sweetheart, you can hardly blame me for lookin’.”
The words are barely out of his mouth before his tongue moves through your slick, your back arches trying to press yourself closer to his mouth. He looks up at you from between your legs, slowly swirling the tip of his tongue around your extremely sensitive clit. Your whimper turns into a loud moan, feeling your pussy stretch around two of his thick fingers.
“Dean, please.”
The heels of your feet dig into the top of his back harder. The deeper his fingers push the more of him you want.
“Fuck, that looks good,” Dean groans before sucking your clit between his lips.
You watch his eyes fall closed and his fingers start moving faster inside of you, his free hand presses against your stomach keeping you in place as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them in a come hither motion. You can feel the band inside your stomach ready to snap but it’s like your body can’t let it go, you can feel the bliss climbing higher and higher with every swirl of his tongue and every curl of his fingers.
The wet sound of his fingers moving inside you starts to fill the car and Dean pulls his face up to watch you fall apart.
“God Dean, please! I need it,” you beg him desperately, rolling your hips down into his hand.
“You’ll get it sweetheart, relax. I’ve got you,” he assures you with that deep husky voice, that sends chills down your spine. You do as he says, taking a deep breath, allowing yourself to really feel everything.
“Fuck, there you go baby girl. Let it go.”
You gasp loudly, feeling your orgasm hit you as if from nowhere. Your fingers grip tight in his ridiculously soft hair as your other hand clings to the back of the bench seat. The orgasm rolls through your body like fire licking at your skin. His fingers continue to work you through it, prolonging your orgasm that much further until you're panting for breath and gently pushing on his head. The sensitivity is a little too much, even more so when the vibrations of his chuckle moves through you.
He pulls back with a smug grin on his face when your body slumps against the seat.
“Jesus Christ, if you’re that good with your hands and your mouth-”
He cuts you off pressing his lips to yours, “stop it, you’re gonna give me an even bigger head.” Dean smirks wiggling his eyebrows at you, making you laugh all over again.
“Have I mentioned that you’re a massive dork, Dean Winchester?” you smile up at him as he moves between your legs.
“Oh baby, when you stop lovin’ it, you just go ahead and let me know.”
“So fucking cocky,” you groan as he presses his lips to your jaw and the head of his cock nudges against your soaked pussy.
You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips press against your ear, “you’ll see. I’ve got every right to be, sweetheart.” His teeth drag along your earlobe as he starts to slowly push the head of his cock inside you. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him.
“Gotta go slow, don’t wanna split this tight little pussy in two. Want you to feel it, every fuckin’ inch.”
“Such a dirty mouth on you, Dean!” You gasp when he lifts your leg and rests it over the back of the front bench seat. So that you're spread open for him, his fingers move over your clit slowly as he continues to push inside your wet heat. “So fucking deep, shit you’re so big!” You cry out, once his hips are flush with your own.
The clunk of your head falling back against the door is the only noise that isn’t one of you breathing heavily.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, pressing kisses to your neck.
One of his hands cups the back of your head and he pulls you into another searing kiss, that momentarily distracts you from the sting of his thick cock stretching out your pussy. When he pulls back from your lips,you know you need more, “move Dean, please.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Dean grunts, slowly pulling out until only the head of his cock is pressing into you. The moonlight shines through the window as he pushes back into you slowly, both of you moaning loudly, sounding like a pair of porn stars but it feels so fucking good you can’t help it. He kisses you when he pulls almost all of the way out again and instead this time he snaps his hips forward. You can’t help but whimper into his mouth, pleasure mixing with pain so perfectly as your calf tightens on the front bench seat to keep you anchored, you feel Dean’s fingers move to grip your thigh on the same leg.
Your free leg pushes over his hip, your foot pressing into his ass harder as every thrust of his hips gets faster. The heat in your stomach has disappeared and all you can feel is the returning warmth of another orgasm building inside you.
“Dean, talk to me please,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips, every thrust of his hips is hitting spots inside you that you didn’t realise existed before tonight.
“Shit, sorry darlin’, you just feel so fuckin’ good.” He half laughs, which quickly turns into a moan when he sits up on his knees and pulls you closer, propping your other leg up on the top of the back seat. Somehow he’s even deeper like this, with you spread open wide for him.
“Wanna come all over your big cock baby,” you pant biting into your lip as he grips your hips and lifts you a little and with every thrust he pulls you onto his cock. The slap of your ass against his thighs echoes around the car, along with your mixed moans and groans of pleasure.
“Yeah? Come on then. Wanna see how much better it feels when that tight little cunt grips my cock,” Dean grunts, every harsh thrust punching a gasp of air from your chest.
“Oh! Oh fuck!..... Dean!” You all but scream, feeling your pussy starting to clamp down around his length and your thighs starting to shake.
“Give it to me Y/N! Come on baby!” Dean encourages you breathlessly, moaning praises until you finally fall over the edge with a scream of his name. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as your muscles clench and tighten painfully.
When you finally start to come down you feel Dean wrap his arms around your back and pull you up so you’re sitting in his lap, with your legs wrapped around his back. His eyes meet yours when you lick your lips and quickly press them against his, feeling his groan before you hear it when you roll your hips over him.
“You’re somethin’ else,” Dean tells you, pressing his forehead against yours. His hands move to grip your ass as you start to rise and fall on his cock. “Fuck, yeah that’s it baby, just like that. Gonna fill you up.” Dean growls, helping you move, your open mouths pressed against one another. Neither of you are able to kiss, everything feels so damn good.
“Do it Dean, want your come,” you moan out into his mouth, feeling his hips stutter beneath you. You know he’s close, “can’t wait to get you back to the bunker, just imagine all the fun we’re gonna have.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Dean groans through gritted teeth.
Your voice is just a breathy whisper at this point but you know he can hear you.
“Imagine how many tables you can bend me over, or how many beds we can mess up together. Maybe when we get in the motel you can fuck me in the shower, make me take it like a good little girl. Nobody's made me come like you do Dean, maybe I can show you just how good my mouth can be, take you so deep let you fuck my mouth….” The rest of your words die on your tongue when Dean slams his hips up into you roughly, before groaning your name and coming inside you hot and thick.
His mouth quickly covers yours as he twists you rolling onto his back so you’re on top as his chest rises and falls fast. You pull away from his lips with a satisfied smirk on your lips.
“Fuck Y/N, I thought I had a damn good dirty talkin’ game. And yes, all of that is happening.”
You giggle and shake your head at him falling against his chest, letting his racing heart press against your ear.
However, before either of you can get too comfortable there’s a knock on the window. Dean dives for his gun but you catch his hand with a shake of your head.
“Dean calm down, since when do monsters knock?” you reason quietly.
Dean seems to accept your answer, letting the hand that’s now holding the gun relax. You don’t move to answer the door, you simply lean forward in the seat and pull on his black t-shirt just in case.
“Yeah, that looks so much better on you.”
“Stop it!” You laugh gently slapping his hands away, rolling your eyes when they settle on your ass again.
“Y/N? Where’s Dean?” Comes the sound of Sam’s voice through the fogged up window.
Biting your lip you look down at the man trapped beneath you, big green eyes staring up at you as he smiles.
“Right here, Sammy!” Dean calls out, making you laugh when you hear Sam’s overreacted gagging noises from the other side of the glass.
“Do you want something? Or have you taken up dogging or some weird shit!”
“Oh ha ha, very funny. No, we want something, turns out the two of you were cursed by that Ash girl back at the bar. But don’t worry, Molly and I took care of it while you two were working it out.” Sam deadpans.
“Huh, who knew?” You giggle as Dean pulls you back down on top of him.
“Best damn curse I’ve ever been hit with,” Dean winks.
“Thank you, Sam!” You call out hearing a mumbled you’re welcome as Dean pulls you into another incredible mind scrambling kiss.
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