Summary: Someone’s a little jealous after a night out at the bar...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Square: Free Space
Word Count: 512
Warnings: language, m/f smut
A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo
“What was that tonight?” asked Dean, a dangerous simmer in his voice as he slammed the motel door shut behind him.
“Oh, come on,” you said, popping out your hip. “I was not flirting with the guy. I was being nice.”
“You’re mine,” said Dean, crossing the room in two steps, pressing his body against yours. “All of this? This belongs to me, no one else.”
“It’s not my fault if you got jealous,” you said, smirking and crossing your arms. Dean’s hands shot up to them and pinned them to your sides.
“You want to go home with that guy?” asked Dean, low and gravely, his lips brushing against your ear.
“Never, Dean, you know I’m...” you said, stopping before you said it, said what he wanted to hear. “I’m not giving in that easy this time.”
Dean had you whining and whimpering beneath him as he thrust into you half an hour later, hard and deep, his hips never faltering. Each time you got close to orgasm, backing off before you could fall over that edge.
“Say it,” said Dean. “Tell me.” Your resolve was breaking, the need to come too much and you knew you’d helped Dean get it out of his system, that the words meant more now if he pulled them from you.
“Yours,” you whimpered. “Always yours, Dean.”
He rewarded you by thrusting inside you roughly, pumping inside a few times before he leaned down and kissed you, rolling his hips so his cock brushed your g-spot. He did it over and over again, winding you up higher and higher, your legs wrapped around his slim waist in a death grip. He groaned as he came first and you followed shortly after with his silent permission, both of you panting as Dean rolled to the side and took your hand in his.
“Y/N, I need to admit something,” said Dean a tired, lazy smirk on his face. You raised an eyebrow “I was never even jealous, not really. I know who we each belong to. But I know how much you love the sex when you think I am, trying to prove me wrong.” He tickled the inside of your thigh, lightly moving the tips of his fingers over the delicate skin.
Oh if he wanted to play it like that, you were more than welcome to join in.
“Dean,” you said, sitting upright, getting you second wind. “Tell me,” you said, smiling as you looked down at him. “Who do you belong to?”
Oh yeah, it was one of those nights.
Now it was his turn.
“You know I break easier than you,” said Dean, letting you manhandle his hands above his head, telling him to leave them there.
“Want to give in yet?” you asked, trailing a finger down his cheek and neck, his chest inhaling sharply as you moved your way down his body.
“Not a chance,” he said, biting back a smile as he shut his eyes, more than happy to let you do whatever you wanted to him.
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Square 3 filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Mate-Inducted Rut
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: language, a/b/o, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, marking kink, marking with cum/and scent, mating bites, knotting, scenting, true mates, there is some fluff too, a little angst, implied smut, implied oral, possessive Dean
Words: 1,5+ k
A/N: Here we go. Kinktober is here.
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That scent.
That irresistible scent makes him crawl up the walls. He can’t fight it. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t resist.
You are luring the alpha in. Even though, he promised himself to never give in to his alpha. You are his brother’s best friend. The little sister they never had. His friend. His confident.
But you are so much more…
You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless.
“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”
Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone.
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”
“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”
You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.
“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”
“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”
“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”
“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago.
The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.
He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”
Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.
“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh.
Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.
“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”
Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.
“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.
He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.
“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control.
He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.
“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”
“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”
“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”
“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.
“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”
“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”
It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”
Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”
“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.
The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy.
You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.
Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.
“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”
Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.
It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak.
He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.
“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”
“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum.
After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.
“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”
“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”
“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”
“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”
“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”
He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”
“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”
He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.
“Fuck, Dean…”
Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but it got away from me lol. Can also be read as a part two to Perfect Performance, but can a standalone as well. Hope you all enjoy! :)
Dean sighed softly against Y/N’s lips as she pressed them to his in a slow, sensual kiss. He couldn’t see her, the blindfold she secured over his eyes blocking his vision. He couldn’t touch her either, his hands tied to the sides of the wooden frame in her bedroom. Being restrained in both ways allowed his other senses to take over, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the wine from dinner on her tongue before she pulled away. He bit into his lip as she drifted down his body, lightly kissing and nipping at his skin along the way.
“Oh god,” he groaned, as he felt her mouth over his nipple, her teeth scraping over his skin.
“You like that, baby?” she asked, her voice just barely above a whisper as she looked up at him. She smiled as she saw his head pressed back into the pillow, the veins in his neck straining. “You look so good, all spread out for me…”
A ragged breath left him as her hand moved down, her fingers lightly running over his painfully hard cock, her thumb flicking over the head and swiping the pre-cum away. She had been teasing him for some time, alternating between taunting him with her hands and her mouth. If she wasn’t pumping her hand back and forth over his shaft, it was her mouth wrapped around him, bringing him closer and closer to his release but never letting him get there. She wanted him on the edge, driven insane with need for her as she kneeled between his spread legs, moaning at the feel of him in her mouth. A smirk pulled at her lips when he shifted against the sheets, causing her to draw back and release him with a lewd pop. Her hand wrapped around his length once more, stroking slowly, her fingers forming a ring under the head as she twisted her wrist.
“P-Please,” he pleaded, his normally husky voice now rough with desire to feel more. “I-I need-”
“Need what, Dean? You know that’s not how you speak to me,” she scolded lightly, a wicked glint in her eye as she looked up at him, continuing to pleasure him.
“I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N,” he breathed, throwing his head back against the pillow.
“It’s okay, Dean,” she comforted him, reaching up to cup his jaw with her slender fingers. “I know what you need, what you’ve been craving. You’ve been so good at work, such a good boy for me, doing everything I ask. And for that, you’re going to get a reward…”
Y/N laid down, letting her tongue drag down his length to roam over his sac, sucking softly before her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. She brought two of her fingers to her lips, sucking them into her mouth and getting them wet with her saliva. She continued to tease his cock with her tongue as she brought her fingers to his ass, rubbing circles over the rim with her saliva. A low grunt left Dean at the unexpected sensation, but it was definitely welcomed as he tried to get closer to her touch.
He had never felt this way before she came into his life. So comfortable, so free. Like he could give up any control he was holding onto, now that she had taken charge. His hands may have been tied, unable to move them, but it didn’t change the way he felt.
She glanced up at him as she continued her ministrations, licking over his thick girth. She pulled away briefly, softly kissing his inner thigh and giggling at the way he flinched. He was so sensitive and responsive to her, and she loved that she was the one who got to see him this way. In a quick motion, she spread his legs, a small smile crossing her face as she saw the way his eyebrows furrowed under the edge of the blindfold. She moved down his length and lower, alternating between soft kisses and licks as she made her way to new territory for him.
Slowly, she dropped more of her saliva over the rim, holding the globes of his ass as she leaned in, licking over the puckered hole.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice rasping as it cracked.
“Watch your language,” she chastised him, her face hovering close to him. “You don’t want this to be over before it starts, do you?”
He grunted as he threw his head back in frustration, panting harshly as he nodded. “No, Miss Y/L/N.”
“I didn’t think so.” She kept going, her eyes glancing up at him between each of his pleasured noises, figuring out what he liked best. She sucked softly at the hole, her tongue lightly breaching the ring of muscle, causing him to jerk against her as a deep groan ripped from his throat. She chuckled softly, briefly pulling back to nip at the flesh of his ass. “You like the way I play with your ass, Dean? So fucking good, could take you apart just like this all fucking night…”
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N,” he moaned, loudly, tugging at the ropes around each of his wrists.
“Fuck, I wanna see you cum,” she whispered, lightly running a finger over his length. The tip of his cock was red as it leaked, twitching. He was going to fall over the edge at any moment. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah,” he husked, his jaw clenching.
She hummed, sucking softly at his balls as she moved down once more. She lapped at his rim, gripping the globes of his ass tight in one hand as she moaned, working her tongue in faster circles. Her other hand wrapped around his cock, pumping back and forth in time with the way she worked her tongue over him. Dean’s hands moved around the restraints, his fingers no doubt having rope burn as well as his wrists, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed the sting against his flesh just as much as what she was doing to him. She let her tongue explore deeper, sucking harder than before, her eyes catching the way his cock throbbed.
“I-I, fuck, I’m gonna-” he rasped, his jaw tight as his neck strained back, veins and tendons pulling under the skin.
WIth a few more flicks of her talented muscle and her hand pumping his shaft, a roaring moan left him as he reached his peak. His cock twitched, ropes of his cum covering his lower stomach as he came down from his high. She traveled up his body slowly, licking up the spendings before she leaned over him, taking off his blindfold. His eyes opened as he breathed deeply, catching his breath as green orbs met hers, making her smile wide.
As she straddled him, she gently reached up and affectionately cupped his jaw, stroking it with her thumb. She bit her lip as he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished the way she made him feel. Free.
She continued to sooth him as his breath returned to normal, whispering the words he had come to love hearing from her.
“Good boy.”
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A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum
This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors
The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell.
The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.
“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.
The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers.
“What did I say about no noise!”
The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.
The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing.
The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.
The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.
“I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face.
The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.
“All right, meetings over..everybody out!”
Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking.
They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.
“We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”
“No.”
The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling.
Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.
“What was that you said?”
“You heard me..”
“..come back later.”
“No.”
Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.
“Fine, state your business.”
“That’s the problem.”
“What problem?”
“Family Business.”
The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?
“Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”
The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”
“Dean.”
“Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”
“..Dean.”
“Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!”
Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.
The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.
“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.”
“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.
“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.
The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways.
Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming.
“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”
Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.
“And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.”
“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”
“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?”
“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”
Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.
“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”
Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.
“One day, I might have to.”
That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”
Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.
Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times.
Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks.
It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.
“Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.
“I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”
“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”
“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”
“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”
“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”
“A sign of what?”
“God wants her restored upon all the thrones.”
“You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!” Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out.
“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.
“Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”
“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...”
“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees.
“You never learn.”
Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.
Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity.
“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”
The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him.
Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”
Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt.
“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.”
Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.
“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.”
Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...
“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”
The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”
“It’s the only way to get you to join us.”
The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion.
“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”
“THE WHAT IN ME?!”
”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”
“Plan B?”
“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”
“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”
“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.”
The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..
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A/N: this is just gonna be the conversation between jensen and the reader and up to your interpretation what goes on behind the words of the conversation!!!!!
title: The call that changed your life
pairing: Jensen x reader
prompt: Phone sex
rating: 18+
tags: Explicit dirty talk, vocal sexual acts, more along those lines if more is needed please pm me
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yn: mmm and what else would you and i be doing if i was there?
jensen: well i would take you in the kitchen, on the chairs, the countertops, the floor, pressing your body against the fridge, my hands would roam every single inch of your body, listening to your voice react to every single feather light touch to your neck, your clit, your breasts
yn: aahhh, baby
jensen: how does your body feel now
yn: mmmm yes baby, im gonna
jensen: not yet you dont i have a very special ending in mind... so dont cum yet. let me instead fuck that pretty sensitive pussy a bit more first
yn: yes baby make my entire body shake and squirm under your touch, baby make me squirt
jensen: yes im so hard as i pound that pussy, my cock is ever growing harder as i fuck you sensless, as i bring you closer to breaking point by fucking that tight wet pussy
yn: mmm yes baby make me burst
jensen: dont burst yet baby, just hold on a bit longer
yn: oh shit jay
jensen: hold on baby, just a bit more
yn: jay jay jay im... gonna... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh
jensen: ugh....
yn: my entire body is shaking with my release
jensen: mmm i wish i was there
yn: im gonna fly out to the next con and we will make arrangements then
jensen: or we skip a few steps cause now i cant see my life without you
