descendants characters switching color schemes with their canon significant others 'cause i was bored minus doug and carlos 'cause they're literally impossible to color manipulate
Summary: Dean loves all pies. He loves apple pie on festive holidays like thanksgiving, and cherry pie in the summer. But Deans all time favorite pie... is cream pie ;)
A/N: Have you guys watched 'The boys'? I think it's so weird watching Jensen play Soldier boy after watching him play Dean for so long. Also, I have no idea if somebody came up with this idea before me. If there has been a post like this before, let me know. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 This could also be summarized as "a collection of times Dean has nutted in you" but I think my wordplay is much more fun.
The first of many times is when you and Dean are at the bunker alone. Neither of you felt like going out into town to shop for groceries, so you both volunteered Sam to go out.
After seeing Sam out, you and Dean ventured into the 'dean cave' to watch some stupid hospital drama show about sexy doctors. "What's your deal, huh? What did Dr. Sexy ever do to you?" Dean asked you, accusatively. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, the both of you walking to the two-seater lazy boy couches. This show was Deans ride-or-die, and Chuck forbid anybody had anything negative to say about it.
You sat down in the seat next to him with your blanket and curled your legs into your body while Dean pulled the lever to recline his seat back. "Nothing, I shouldn't have said anything." You knew Dean would die defending the honor of this show, and you really didn't want to go back and forth with him. "Mhm yeah." He's being smug now. Smug because he knows you'll stay and watch his doctor show, even though you think its stupid.
Not even ten minutes into the show you're bored out of your mind. If you were to make a list of 100 things you could do with Dean to occupy your time, this show would be at the bottom of the list. After a while of daydreaming of all your could-be activities, you come up with a devious plan.
"I'm cold." You whine to Dean, scootching and snuggling up close to him. He coos at you as he slings his arm around your back, his hand resting just above your ass. "Well, I'll warm you right up, sweetheart."
He was completely oblivious to your plans.
A few minutes later and you start resting your hand on his upper-thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He doesn't say anything about it though, thinking maybe that's just where you hand coincidentally landed. Towards the halfway mark of the episode, you move your hand from his thigh to directly on his groin. He looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes. "Watcha doing there, Y/N." You smirk and don't respond, instead, you gently squeeze his cock through his jeans.
Dean is now completely ignoring the show playing on the TV. He's got you on his lap. your legs straddling his thighs. Both of your pants long discarded. He's kissing you so fast and forcefully you think your lips might bruise.
You slide your hand up and down his bare chest a few times before you finally reach down to his ignored cock. You wrap your hand around the head of his cock. Softly dragging your thumb to collect the precum you start to pump his shaft.
Dean has always been vocal when it comes to having sex with you. Anytime you fuck or you suck his sock he's always moaning like a whore. Hell, even when he eats you out its like its just as enjoyable for him as it is for you.
This time is no exception, he's moaning into your mouth through kisses. "I want- I want to be inside of you." He says in-between kisses.
You smile against his lips and nod your head. Dean pushes your panties to the side as you hoist yourself up with the help of his shoulders. After positioning his cock into the enterance of your pussy you sink down, letting out a high-pitched mewl into his open mouth.
"Thats it.. that's it, pretty" Dean encourages you as you're getting adjusted to the stretch of his large cock. You take him balls deep, the burn from the stretch is familiar and welcomed.
One of Deans hands rests on your hip, the other makes its way to your clit to rub fast tight circles. You moan into his mouth as the heat creeps its way into your belly. "You're drenching my cock, sweetheart." He mumbles into your ear, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.
You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. "You close, Y/N? I'm close." Dean moans. You known neither of you are going to last much longer. You lay your head onto his shoulder, no longer holding in your moans. "I'm gonna cum- can I cum in you, sweetheart, please?" He begs as he erratically kisses your jaw and neck.
You nod your head and squeak out a few 'yes's. Deans movements quicken as he hums sweet praises into your ear. The tight coil in your belly abruptly snaps, you cum hard around Deans cock. He isn't long after you. He releases into you, the both of you now panting from your orgasm.
*
The next time is at one of the dingy motels during a hunt. It was definitely more risky than before. You Sam and Dean all decided to share one motel room. The three of you drawing straws to see who would have to sleep on the crusty couch.
In the middle of the night, while Sam is fast asleep, Dean comes to your bed. "Bathroom quicky?" He asks you in a hushed tone. Dean smirks when you nod your head and follow him to the bathroom.
He shuts the door and you hop up on the sink. Dean stands in-between your legs. "We cant be loud, Dean," you tell him. "What? I'm never loud." He lies to you. You shake your head and lightly laugh at him, "Mhm, yeah." You say to him just before he kisses you.
You've been hunting with the boys for maybe two and a half years, sleeping with Dean for a year. Never once have you guys had sex in the same "room" as Sam, you always thought it was too risky. Dean was definitely getting more needy for you. He even lets you sit up front in Baby with him.
You dont have the chance to think too much more about the nature of your relationship with him because soon enough Deans hands roughly grab at your boobs over your shirt. The kiss is messy, also. Tongues meeting together in a slobbery mess. The hand not occupied by groping you is wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body. You can feel his hard-on through his pajama pants, staining against the fabric.
Dean abruptly stops kissing you for only a moment to pull both your pants and panties from your body, letting them fall to the floor. "You're so wet already." Dean praises to you as he feels you with his middle finger. "Do I make you like this?" He teases, his middle finger slowly circling over your clit. You eagerly nod your head.
"Just fuck me already, Dean." You're sick of his teasing and want to feel him already. He smirks and drops his pants. He sets one of his hands on your thigh and the other grips the base of his cock to pump it a few times. He lines himself up with the entrance of your pussy and teasingly slowly bottoms out. Dean grabs your jaw and brings your face to his to kiss you again.
Its an awkward position to be fucking in but you don't really care, with his cock inside of you and his thumb circling your clit you don't focus on the face that your ass is going slightly numb from sitting on the resin top. Trying to be as quiet and as quick as possible Dean starts pounding into you.
The only sound coming from the small bathroom was both of your held-in moans and exasperated breathing along with the wet sloppy sounds of skin meeting skin. You were sure that is Sam woke up he would her you, you hoped he was still passed out on the bed. Because that would be very awkward for all three of you.
Soon enough you feel the familiar tightness in your belly. You're sure Dean feels it too, with his stuttering hips and his jumpy breathing. "You wanna cum with me?" He asks in your ear. You nod and pull him back into a kiss. He rubs circles on your clit faster, bringing you closer to cumming.
It all suddenly snaps, the coil in your belly shatters and your legs shake around Deans waist. Dean cums not even a second after you, the squeeze from your orgasm brought him to his. He cums inside of you and he stays inside for a few moments. Collecting himself.
He kisses you on the mouth as he pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up. "I think I'm gonna shower." You say softly, breaking the silence. Dean smirks. "Without me?"
* Yet another time is in the back seat of Baby. You were honestly shocked when he brought it up to you. You never thought he'd ask you to get back seat freaky in Baby, that's his- well- baby.
He was on top of you, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he pumped into you in a slow speed. His mouth is on your tits, his tongue flicking over your nipples. The sensation was fueling the fire in your belly. The car windows actually started to fog from the released breaths of you too.
This time was much more drawn out. You guessed he was making up for the quicky that took place just a few days prior. He moves his head to your other breast to lick that one and massage the one he just had his mouth using his free hand.
Your moans are much louder than before, there isn't anything around where Dean parked the car. He kisses his way up to your lips from your chest, paying special attention to your collarbone to suck a light hickey onto your skin. Your nails scrape against the skin of his back.
Once he gets to your lips he speeds his pace up. Both of your mouths melting together. You whine into his mouth.
"There you go, sweetheart." he says as you grind your hips up to meet him mid thrust.
His hand reaches down in-between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. You feel the fire in your belly once again. Dean kisses you like he's a dying man, licking and nipping at your bottom lip.
The both of your bodies are slowly moving in sync. Your hand traces up his bicep to hold onto him. You squeeze his right bicep and he flexes his muscle against your hand. His scruffy cheeks tickle your face. All of these sensations are like a drug to you, you cannot get enough of Dean Winchester.
You cum first this time. It takes Dean a little while longer, desperate to make you finish first. He moans into your mouth when he finishes. Singing you quiet praises. He pulls out of you and he takes a moment to look as his cum seeps out of your pussy.
Dean pinches your cheek after he helps you clean up the mess between your legs. "You ready to head back?"
summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.
warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation
“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”
“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“
“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.
It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.
You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.
Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”
“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.
“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.
“…yes.”
the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..
“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.
He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”
Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.
This is pure filth really, but at least there's a little bit of plot as well (not much tho lol). Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Dean and the reader have been friends till childhood, the reason why neither of them ever addressed their crush on the other. When a hunt gone wrong forces her confession out of the reader, Dean finds himself drawing back. But there was no escaping, all thanks to some strange, powdery substance.
Warnings: 18+, unprotected piv, sex pollen, choking, sloppy oral (m), slight breeding kink, friends to lovers, a small rejection though happy end, typical SPN setting
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.7k words)
A gasp rippled through (y/n) as she opened her eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness that surrounded her, wondering where she was. She tried to move around, though without any luck, bound to the chair as if she was a sacrifice that would find its end in Death’s cold arms any moment now.
“Fuck, Dean? Sammy?” She whispered the names of her hunting partners, hoping that they were close. But she was met with nothing but silence, a silence so thick, (y/n) feared she may never speak another word again. Her eyes fluttered close as she tried to remember what had happened, it took her a few seconds till the memories found their way back to her like the tide rolling back in.
She had stayed behind in the motel, needing to catch up on some sleep as the brothers went out to speak to a few neighhours, hoping that somebody had seen or heard something. It had taken them hours to figure out new details, convinced that this was the sloppy work of a werewolf, but yet (y/n) had been stupid, leaving the motel after a few minutes of trying to fall asleep though miserably failing. She should have waited for them, should have trusted the funny feeling in her gut, but it had been too late the second darkness had swallowed her whole, trapping her.
Once again (y/n) tried to shuffle around, trying to reach the pocketknife she always carried around with her. Heavy breaths left her, eyes squeezed shut to try and collect all her strength, freezing as she heard the sound of heavy steps echoing through the air. Fuck, she’d have to be quick, she’d have to collect all her strength, trying to fight her way out of this mess.
Her heart longed for Dean, knowing that he’d fight side by side with her, sticking to the woman that had been around for years. They were one, one team, one heart, one soul, though without ever addressing the palpable tension between them.
“(Y/n)? Sweetheart?” The sound of an all too familiar voice ripped her out of the wave of sadness threatening to pull her under. “Fuck, of course she’s not here. I’ll kill that motherfucker with my own two hands.”
“Dean! I’m here! Sammy!” Her vocal chords ached from the strength she used to call out to the two brothers, hoping that they’d hear her. (Y/n) kept calling, listening to the sound of their steps, seemingly moving closer with every passing second.
“(Y/n)?” Sam’s voice rang in her ears, forcing a relieved gasp out of her. A cry left her, luring the two closer till they finally reached her. Dean cupped her cheek as he crouched in front of her, holding her close, letting Sam cut her free. She tumbled into Dean’s arms, inhaling the comforting scent she’d always felt recognise no matter how long they’d be apart. “Shh, we’ve got you, my brave girl, you’re okay.”
……
“Don’t look away, I’m not done yet.” Dean’s soft words filled the small motel bathroom, hands cupping her cheeks as he cleaned her scratches. She had her legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him close, not yet ready to part from him.
Her heart raced at the mere thought of ever missing a moment like this with Dean. Her life had no meaning without Dean in it, needing him to guide her, the one her heart needed to survive.
“Dean?” A hum left him, allowing her to keep on talking. Dean was oblivious to the racing of her heart, not picking up on the sounds the strong muscle created as it skipped beats. Her nervousness flushed through her veins, body forcing her to keep on moving, searching his closeness like she should have done years ago already. “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Her gaze flickered between his eyes and his plush lips, momentarily distracted by the freckles she kept counting like sand collected in a glass, trying to keep memories bottled in to never forget them. His breaths got quicker, accelerating with every passing moments.
“I can’t, sweetheart.” His words made her breath hitch in her chest, staring at him with wide eyes for a few seconds before she slowly nodded her head, murmuring a soft “Of course.” (Y/n) gave Dean a small push, needing to get some distance between him and herself before he could notice the tears welling up in her eyes.
His hand found her wrist, stopping (y/n) from stumbling out of the bathroom. The sight of Dean was slightly blurred by her tears, making her feel even more pathetic as his sad smile grew clearer. Dean studied her for a few seconds, slowly letting go of her. “I wish I could, but I can’t risk our friendship, not when it’s the only good thing I can have all too myself.”
“It’s alright, Dean. I uhm, I’ll try to get some sleep in.” He watched her leave the bathroom with trembling fingers, wrapping her arms around herself. She didn’t pick up on the tears welling up in his forest green eyes, didn’t hear the silent curses leaving him nor the sound of his hands angrily meeting the cold surface of the counter she had been sitting on.
(Y/n) didn’t pick up on anything, but the quiet sobs clawing through her, making her heart clench in her chest.
……
“Careful!” Dean’s arms found it’s way around her waist before (y/n) could stumble over the step, eyes meeting his to communicate a quiet “Thank you”. The tension between the two had something uncomfortable to it, not yet over the conversation they’ve shared in the small bathroom days ago. Dean couldn’t help but wonder if he should have given in, ending up in a situation by far more pleasing than whatever this was, while (y/n) still cursed her exhausted self for acting like she had never done before and probably never will again.
“I’ll check out the rooms upstairs.” She had moved up the stairs before Dean could say another thing, moving through the unfamiliar house. Another case was keeping them on their toes, wondering who they were dealing with, but the things they now stumbled upon in their very house screamed “witch”, making them more uncomfortable than they’d ever admit.
(Y/n) combed through the empty rooms, opening boxes, shelves, whatever she could find. Before she could leave the upstairs area, moving back down to the man she tried to avoid like the plague, her eyes caught on a golden, small box. She moved closer, not hearing the sound of Dean’s heavy boots meeting the wooden steps, luring him closer.
“What’s that?” His voice made her jump, box crashing to the ground before she could catch it. A powdery substance now littered the ground, forcing curses out of (y/n) as she crouched down to push the substance back into the box. Dean wordlessly started helping her, eyes not daring to meet her angry ones. “I didn’t find anything, maybe we should try and see if we can find something online about the weird drawings we saw.”
“Alright, let’s go.” (Y/n) followed Dean outside, ignoring the heat simmering inside of her, threatening to take over her system. No words were spoken between the two as Dean started driving back, wiping away the drops of sweat pooling on his forehead, making him wonder why he was suddenly feeling all this hot.
“Dean?” His name left her, a sound torn between a cry and a moan, leaving his eyes to snap towards her. She was struggling just as much as he was, forcing him to tighten his grip on the steering wheel. “Fuck, I’m so hot. Open the windows, please.”
“It’s fucking freezing outside, sweetheart.” Both pondered over his words a few seconds, clinging to the quietness filling the Impala. “It was that fucking powder, shit, Sammy told me about this a while ago.”
“What is it? Will it kill us?” Her voice trembled, hands snapping into action to undo the first buttons of the jacket she was wearing, close to ripping her shirt open. Dean’s hand found her thigh, fingers dipping into her skin, forcing her to stop moving.
“They’re called sex pollen, you have to fuck them out of your system, otherwise they’ll kill you.” A groan left Dean, mind creating vivid pictures of (y/n)'s naked frame pressed against his, how she’d mewl his name, begging him to fuck her harder. Dean had imagined this for countless times, fucking his hand to the thought of her naked frame, imagines he clung to, very well knowing that he’d never touch her, not daring to ruin his oldest and closest friendship. Lies, nothing but lies.
“What? You’re joking! That can’t be true, what should we do?” A whimper left (y/n) as Dean’s hand started moving up her thigh, slowly, since his mind was trying to fight his body’s urges. Baby came to a halt in front of the motel, forcing the two into the room they shared. Dean couldn’t help but thank whoever was listening that Sam hadn’t joined them on this hunt, staying in the bunker for the time being.
“I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I’ve got something to take care of.” She looked at him with big eyes for a few seconds, well aware of the way his hardening cock pressed against the tight fabric of his trousers, forming an uncomfortable bulge. No words left her as (y/n) leaped at him, lips finding his as her mind was silenced by the pollen taking over the last bits of her system, guiding her every movement.
Dean welcomed the kiss with a moan clawing through him, hands finding their way to her jeans, undoing the button with quick movements, set on undressing her. Both parted from one another to rip their clothes off their bodies, only left in their underwear, a sight that left them both breathless, fingers aching to feel one another.
“I need your cock, anything, please Dean, it burns so much.” Her body was aching for his touch, wanting to feel him buried inside of her, desires fuelled by the pollen that worked like a drug on her system. Dean pushed her down on the bed, ripping her panties down her legs as she worked on her bra, a sight Dean didn’t allow himself to get lost in, needing to work quickly. His cock was twitching, leaking precum, laced with a desire so strong, he feared he’d pass out any moment now.
With his hand wrapped around his cock, Dean pushed the tip through her slit, coating himself with her arousal before he pushed into her. Both moaned in unison, eyes rolling back to give room to the darkness swapping through their systems. Dean fucked her without any mercy holding him back, hand finding its way to her throat, pinning her down as his other hand clung to the bedframe.
It felt as if both had been needing to feel this for months, perhaps even years, a longing that had been nothing more than a daydream they’d try to escape from, at least till this very moment. Their bodies fit together perfectly, moving in sync as they tried to stop the heat that kept on flushing through them.
Both were too far gone to speak, unable to produce anything but moans and groans, sinful words that rippled through them. Her orgasm moved closer quickly, flushing through her before she could stop her body from giving in, but Dean didn’t stop moving, not nearly as done as she was.
Her body kept calling out to his, the heat still thumped through her veins, almost as strong as it had been before her first orgasm of the night. Their eyes met, hers hazy and confused, Dean’s twinkling with joy, excitement, and the pride he wasn’t able to swallow down. Even though he couldn’t guide his body, having to trust his instincts, he couldn’t deny that he loved seeing her like this, moaning for him, fucked out within a few moments.
“I need to fill you up, want to fuck you full with my cum.” His words forced another moan out of her, body not satisfied just yet. Their hearts kept jumping, her arm found its way around his neck, pulling Dean in for another kiss. They were a mess of tangled limbs, tongues, and digits, a mess so perfect, they never wanted to free themselves from it.
Dean kept staring down on her as his hand disappeared between their bodies, rubbing her already overstimulated pulsing bundle of nerves with a smirk tugging on his lips. Her moans were everything but quiet, loud enough to ring in his ears like a cry of help in the quiet night would.
“Cum inside of me Dean, please, I want it, want it so badly.” Her words were slurred, giving Dean the last push he needed to tumble over the edge, cum painting her walls white as a heavy groan left him. Slow thrusts kept pushing his cock into her heat, cock still hard and twitching, needing to chase another high before they’d feel somewhat satisfied.
Without another warning Dean pulled out of her, flipping them around so that (y/n) had her face buried in the pillows, heavily groaning as he pushed back into her from behind. Their moans grew louder once again, dripping with pleasure and lust, an insatiable hunger they couldn’t still, all thanks to the pollen drugging their system.
“I should have fucked you sooner, fuck, I won’t ever let you go again, sweetheart, you belong to me, just like your body does.” Dean spoke his words with his jaw clenched and his teeth pressed together, still rushing along the waves of pleasure that made them tremble. (Y/n) could only groan, sobbing his name with squeezed together eyes, fingers digging into the fabric of the pillow.
Her walls kept fluttering around his cock, ready to give in again, shaking fingers finding their way to her aching clit. Within seconds she was pushed over the edge again, finally letting go of the heat that had forced her to keep on going, allowing her body to somewhat relax.
Dean stared down on her for a few seconds, hips still snapping against her behind before he pulled out of her, groaning a throaty “I need your mouth, sweetheart”. With tired though excited eyes staring up at Dean, (y/n) shuffled around, allowing him to abuse her mouth, forcing his cock deep down her throat.
She gagged for him, instantly making a mess with saliva dripping from her lips and chin. (Y/n) clung to him, corners of her mouth burning within moments, and yet she couldn’t help but moan for more, eyes rolling back into her head with every rough thrust. Her moans vibrated on his skin, forcing Dean to keep on going, adding to the speed of his thrusts to push himself over the edge again.
He came with a heavy groan, curses rolling off his tongue as he filled her cheeks. His hand found her hair, tilting her head back, watching tears run down her cheeks.
“Fuck, are you okay, sweetheart?” A tired hum left (y/n), finding comfort against his chest, pulled closer with his hands holding onto her waist. His hand ran up and down her spine, forcing goosebumps to rise on her skin, not wanting to break out of this state just yet. “Listen, sweetheart, about what I’ve said-"
“It’s okay, Dean, you don’t have to explain yourself.” She slowly pulled back, at least she tried to, though without any luck. Dean kept holding her close, lips finding hers before she could speak another word.
“I was stupid, just scared to ruin our friendship. But I can’t let you again, if you still want me.”
— warnings: smut, porn with little plot, p in v, cock warming, orgasm denial, dom dean sub reader, unprotected sex, i’m like 99.999% sure doing what’s described in this fic will give you a serious std so do not do this!
— want smut without plot? scroll down to —xxx—
— author’s note: my first time writing smut and publishing it, feedback is always welcome and appreciated! (seriously please let me know what you think! i can’t answer comments but i will read and appreciate each one! if you want to stay anonymous please don’t hesitate to send an ask! <3)
You shifted uncomfortably on your desk chair, unable to focus on the work in front of you. It was just general research, not really important.
“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself, slamming the book closed. You stood up, left your room, walked down the hall, and knocked on Dean’s door.
“Hey, Y/n,” he smiled when he opened the door. “Everything okay?”
“Really need your cock,” you blurted, eyes widening a bit when you realized you really said the exact words running through your head. “I mean- Uh-”
“Come on in, sweetheart,” he replied. He stepped aside so you walked into his room, he shut the door behind you. “Really need my cock, huh?” He smirked.
“Um…yeah.” You nodded a little. He backed you up into the wall, still smirking. He cupped you through your leggings.
“Fuck!” he groaned. “You’re fuckin’ soaked!” He squeezed your pussy, making you moan. “All for me?”
“All for you, just you Dean!” you exclaimed.
He pulled his hand away suddenly, you whined a little.
“Take off your clothes, wait for me in my bed,” he told you. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“Yes, sir,” You replied, he smirked again. He slapped your ass as you walked over to the bed.
***
He’d been in the shower nearly thirty minutes. He’d never taken that long, you were getting inpatient. You knew he was teasing you. Truthfully he’d been out of the shower nearly twenty minutes already, he’d just been sitting in the bathroom thinking of you. Thinking about how you looked right now - naked, waiting for him, needy. You were so fucking desperate and he knew it.
When he finally came back into his room, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
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“You naked under there?” Dean asked, seeing you sitting in his bed with the blankets covering you. You nodded vigorously. “Good.”
He dropped the towel and you let out a gasp, squeezing your thighs together at the sight of his hard dick already leaking with pre-cum. He must’ve been needy too. His smirk just grew as he walked over to his bed before he tore back the covers and revealed your naked body.
“Mhm, gorgeous as ever, sweetheart,” he muttered, biting his lip and eyeing you up and down.
“Right back at you,” you replied. You went to grab his cock but he gripped your wrist and shook his head.
“No, no, you don’t touch me, I touch you.”
“Dean-” you groaned but he cut you off with a rough kiss to your lips. He climbed into bed, not breaking the kiss, and manhandled you until you were on top of him.
“Ready?” he asked, you nodded. “Words, sweetheart.”
“So ready Dean, fuck!”
He lifted your hips and slid you down onto him. Your velvet walls fluttered around him as you struggled to accept his size. Your breath had caught in your throat but when you bottomed out a loud groan erupted from your lips.
You waited a moment before starting to bouce up and down; your hands on his abdomen and keeping you balanced on his cock. He gripped your hips and slammed you down after you lifted.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, you furrowed your brows a little. He let go of your hips but you didn’t dare move.
“Dean?” you whimpered. He didn’t say anything, just watched as you got more and more revved up. “Can- Can I move now?”
He shook his head. “I never actually said I’d fuck you, did I?”
“Wh-What?” you asked, brows furrowing with worry as your core continued to ache with want.
He faked a huge yawn. “I’m actually pretty tired, let’s go to sleep.” He reached to the side and turned off the light.
“Dean!” You lightly smacked his chest.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart! You can keep me warm all night,” he mocked, smirking. “Now, c’mon,” he pulled you down onto his chest, keeping himself nestled in you, “let’s get to sleep.”
“Dean, please!” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes.
“I promise I’ll fuck you raw in the morning, okay?” He stroked your back.
“O-Okay,” you whispered.
A few minutes passed and Dean was getting more and more frustrated. You were soaked and feeling your wetness drip onto his pelvis was driving him nuts. He suddenly lifted you off on him and tossed you to his side.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled when you let out a whine. “Just putting you on your side.” He slipped back in from behind you and you groaned.
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You woke up before Dean; sore and starved for sex. You sat up and checked the clock to be sure it was in fact morning. You flipped the light on but that didn’t wake Dean up. You looked down at him; he was still hard, he was starved for sex too.
You positioned yourself above his hips, lined yourself up, and slid down his length with a loud moan.
Dean’s eyes flew open.
“Good morning!” he exclaimed. He pulled you down into a kiss before flipping you both over so he was on top. “Gonna make good on my promise,” he groaned, you let out a sound. “Words!”
“God fucking damnit Dean!” you exclaimed. “Fuck me!”
“Whatever you say.” He smirked. He watched your facial expressions as he thrust himself into you repeatedly.
You chanted his name like a prayer; as if he was your god and you were a mere witness to his glory.
He watched as your tits moved with each thrust, as your face contorted with pleasure, as your mouth hung open. You reached down to touch yourself but he slapped your hand away.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. He replaced your hand with his own, took your clit between his thumb and index finger, and tugged at it.
“Oh god, Dean!” You moaned as your eyes flung open to see his smirking face. “Fuck! You feel so good!”
“So fuckin’ beautiful when your like this,” he groaned. “All fucked out, taking me like a pro, moaning like a goddamn porn star!” His praises only made you moan louder. “That’s my girl!”
“I-I’m c-close! So close Dean,” you whined.
“Me too, baby, me too.” He nodded, rubbing your clit forcefully. Your eyes started rolling back, indicating you really were about to gush all over him. “Come with me.”
As if on cue, a wave of pleasure washed over you as a powerful orgasm ripped through your body. Dean let himself go, shooting ropes of cum into your tight cunt.
After a few moments, he rolled to the side as his limp cock slipped out of you.
“Best damn wake up call ever,” he breathed, causing you to smile. “If you ever feel like waking me up like that again, don’t you fuckin’ hesitate.”
When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn
Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things
One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.
You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.
You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.
You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"
He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.
"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.
You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"
You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.
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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"
You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.
He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.
"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"
You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"
He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"
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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"
You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"
He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.
However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"
You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.
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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.
The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"
Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.
When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.
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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"
You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.
You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."
"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.
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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"
"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"
"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.
He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"
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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.
"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.
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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.
He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.
"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"
He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.
"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.
The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"
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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"
"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"
You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"
He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.
He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"
"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.
Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.
He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.
He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"
After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"
He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.
"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.
"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"
He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"
Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.
summary: you and dean take a shower together while he has the bunker to himself (otherwise sam would kill him if he knew about you)
warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight dom!dean, pussy eating, minor spanking
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“Don’t drop me.” You forced out, legs twitching as they draped around his muscular shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling Dean’s tongue run over your clit. The warm water ran over your body perfectly, but drenching Dean, who’s face was buried between your sweet spot. His tongue lapped at your folds, a deep groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. “Dean…” you breathe deeply. You could feel your eyes rolling slightly, you didn’t want to open them. You were in good hands.
“Mm..” he murmurs, tongue slipping deeper into your sex. You could barely hold onto the railing on the wall, one you were gripping onto so hard. You felt yourself slipping with everything brush of his nose against your clit. “Shit-“ you gasp, your orgasm nearing, your stomach warming. Dean placed his hand on your tummy, moving it up to your nipples. You whimper softly, whispering his name as your hole squeezed around his tongue.
Suddenly the water pouring over the both of you ceased to exist. Your world felt like the angels themselves were calling you. “Dean-“ You moaned out, back arching- your hands losing their grip on the rail and your upper body up as your orgasm rushed over you. You don’t know when it happened, but soon you were in his arms while he stared down at you, hands wrapped around your waist. His perfect pink lips kissing your own.
“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He groans into your mouth, pushing you against the tiled wall. He was hard and waiting, but man did you love when he kissed you…how his tongue that just devoured you was now exploring your mouth. “Fuck me.” you breathe. He pulls back, turning your body around. You arch your back, reaching up to hold the rail once more, Dean’s cock slipping into you with ease (though you still hissed at being filled with his length).
“Did you feel that?” you could hear the smirk on his face. You groan. He slipped his cock out of your hole, his tip rubbing against your sensitive bud. “Hm?” He smacks your ass, earning another groan from you. “Yes..I felt it.” Just how much he filled you…how thick his cock was, how badly you craved his release inside of you. His cock fills you once more, your eyes rolling while he fucked you just the way you liked it.
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“So..how long has this been going on?” Cas looks over at Sam from the kitchen entrance- Sam drinking a beer while he read a book. Your moans could be heard from where they stood. Cas awkwardly stood there, looking at Sam with a slight concerned look. “ ‘Bout two months in the bunker. Before that it was..the backseat.”
Request: This is my first time requesting so sorry if im doing it wrong 😭 could you do a dean fic of him figuring out the reader has a choking kink
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Note: this is 18+ due to quite explicit smut and, as per the request, involves a choking kink
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Story
[Y/N] and Dean had arrived back in the bunker from a hunt in the late afternoon. It went well, just an average ghost, and there had been no casualties or major injuries. They had decided to hold off on the post-successful-hunt celebrations until the following night when Sam and Cas should be back from their hunt. Dean and [Y/N] planned to order pizza, kick back in the Dean Cave, and have a movie marathon. Although Dean and [Y/N] were close friends and had been living in the bunker together for a few years now, there was one issue with their plans; they clashed when it came to movie choices. They had gone their separate ways when they got back, planning to relax a bit before their inevitable argument over movies later.
[Y/N] decided to enjoy a bath, washing off all of the dirt and sweat from the hunt. The bunker had a large bath which she had grown very fond of. Neither of the boys tended to use it, and Cas didn't wash at all, so she was thankful to have it all to herself. She kept various body washes, shampoos, and conditioners on the side of the bath which the boys weren't allowed to touch. She lit some candles, breathing in her favourite scent, and relaxed with the tingling sensation of the bubbles popping on her skin. She hadn't allowed herself to properly relax in over a month; she'd been on back to back hunts with the boys for weeks, and this was the first night she was spending back in the bunker.
When the water cooled, she got herself out and towelled dry. She dried her hair and slipped into her most comfortable pyjamas, which were just a tank top and a pair of light shorts. She then walked down to Dean's door to see if he was ready for the movie night, but his room was empty. She continued along the corridor until she found the Dean Cave. Apart from her bedroom, this was the room in the bunker where she spent most of her free time, when she wasn't working on a case. Stepping inside, she found Dean looking through a stack of DVDs, and the table in front of them full of snacks.
"DVDs? I thought we were going to find something on Netflix that we hadn't watched yet". She said as she sat down on the couch beside him.
"We're watching Tombstone, it's not an option". Dean said as he finally found the one he was looking for. She rolled her eyes at him.
"We're not watching Tombstone again, we've watched it like a million times".
"I wanna watch it again". He shrugged and stood up to pop the DVD into the player, and [Y/N] took the opportunity to grab the remote from the table and stick on Netflix. Looking at the Netflix logo popping up on the screen, Dean chuckled and looked back to her. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Give me the remote".
"No".
"[Y/N]..." He warned, frowning at her.
"No, why do you always get to pick?"
"'Cause I'm the oldest".
"I think Cas has you beat there". She laughed.
"Nah he's just a baby in a trenchcoat, he wouldn't know a good movie if it hit him in the face".
"How do you even know what a good movie is if you won't watch anything new? Come on, just this once". She said as she started browsing through the latest additions.
"Give me the remote [Y/N], come on". He stood up and made his way towards her, stretching his hand out, but she crossed her arms, tucking the remote safely between her side and the arm rest on the couch.
"I said no".
"Okay, well then you're really not giving me any choice". He said as he looked down at her.
"What do you me-". She didn't finish her question as Dean tackled her, trying to reach behind her and grab the remote. Not letting the surprise make her lose, she quickly pulled her arm out and lay down on the couch, trying to get it out of Dean's reach. "Dean!" She gasped as he lay on top of her, reaching out for the remote in her hand. "Dean get off, you're heavy".
"Give me the remote".
"Let's try to compromise". She managed to get out between trying to wriggle out from underneath him. She wasn't opposed to being this close to him, she had actually been very attracted to him from the day they met, but he really was too heavy to be lying on top of her completely.
"No compromises Sweetheart, that remote is mine". He pushed himself farther up her body to reach her hand, but in the process ended up leaning his other hand directly on her throat, immediately cutting off her airway. She tried to slap his hand with her free hand, unable to speak, but he was too focused on the remote. She tried kicking him but her legs were pinned under his. She quickly gave in and brought the remote down to him, which he happily grabbed and looked down at her with a smug look, only for it to be wiped off his face immediately when he realised where he was putting pressure. "Shit, shit [Y/N] I'm sorry". He quickly got off her. Once she could breathe again her breath came out like a moan, and she froze. She could feel her cheeks heating up. She had just moaned in front of Dean. Sure, she had felt butterflies before when he'd winked at her, or brushed his fingers against hers, or when she'd seen him without a shirt on after a hunt. This was more than butterflies. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her heart was racing, she was definitely turned on.
Luckily, he didn't seem to hear the moan, or if he had he ignored it, and helped her to sit back up and knelt in front of her. He pushed her hair behind her shoulders as she tried steady her breathing and examined her neck. His gentle touch on her neck and collar bone was definitely not helping her situation, each brush giving her goosebumps. "It's fine Dean, it was only a couple of seconds". She was extremely embarrassed and just wanted to go to her room, but Dean was focused on her neck, his fingers continuing to trace gently around it looking for any marks.
"I promise you it was an accident, I didn't know my hand was on your neck. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose, right?" His eyes finally looked up from her neck to meet hers. His face was flooded with concern, but all she could focus on was the fact that his hand was still resting on her neck, his thumb lightly gliding up and down. She supposed it would be comforting if it wasn't turning her on so much, she was trying not to squirm in her seat, desperate for some friction but trying not to let Dean see the effect he was having on her. They had flirted, teased each other, but they'd never acted on anything. He was her friend, and she was his, and she wasn't willing to take any chances and ruin their relationship. She cleared her throat and stood up, and Dean's hand fell to his side as he stood back up to give her space.
"Yeah, I know it was an accident, don't worry about it". She smiled at him. "I'm uh, I'm actually pretty tired, it's been a long few weeks. I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow? I'm looking forward to all of us celebrating".
"Oh, yeah, sure. I'll see you tomorrow then". He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and she avoided eye contact as she made her way out of the room. She lay down on her bed and groaned, she was sure Dean had heard her, had probably seen her blush too, and now things were most likely going to be awkward between them for awhile. Why on earth did she react like that? She'd never even considered choking as being something that would turn her on. She'd never fantasised about it, she always associated it with being choked by monsters on hunts. But there was something about Dean, Dean's hands, his fingers. They were warm, capable, experienced. They were rough, and strong, but soft and gentle at the same time.
She brought her hand up to her neck and lightly stroked it, feeling the traces of his fingers. She imagined how it would feel if she was anticipating it, if she knew it was going to happen, if she could let her mind enjoy it just as much as her body wanted it. She wrapped her fingers around her neck, not applying any pressure, just holding it, and her other hand crept under the waistband of her shorts, resting on top of her panties. She was just about to apply a bit of pressure with both hands when there was a knock on her door, and she ripped her hand out from under her shorts and away from her neck. She cleared her throat and sat up in her bed, and there was another knock. She panicked a little bit, why was he knocking? Was he aware that she'd been turned on by him and now wanted to talk about it? Was their friendship over? Did he think she should move out?
She slowly made her way over to her door and opened it to find Dean looking down at her. "Hey?" She asked cautiously.
"Hey".
"Uh, what's up?"
"Did you like it?"
"Did I... did I like w-what?" She stuttered.
"The choking. Your moan, were you turned on?"
"Dean... I am so sorry, I'm so embarrassed. We really don't need to talk about it".
"Do you want me to do it properly?"
"W-what?" She felt her cheeks heat up yet again at his question.
"By all means tell me no, and I'll go back to my room, we never have to bring it up again, tomorrow it will be like we never had this conversation". He gave her a reassuring smile. "But, if you want me to do it properly, I know how".
"You know how to do... what?"
"Choke you, in a pleasurable way. A safe way". He shrugged, and took a step towards her. He towered over her, and he was now wearing a smirk. "If you wanna give up control to someone, you can give it to me. I'll take care of you [Y/N]". He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her face up. "Tell me that this is okay". He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. She nodded and he chuckled. "I need you to use your words here Sweetheart, I need you to say stop if you want to stop, I need you tell me it's okay if it's okay".
"It's okay". She whispered. Dean didn't waste any more time, he stepped into the room, pushing her backwards, and closed the door behind him. She had never felt butterflies so intense as she watched him close his eyes and lean down. The moment his lips touched hers, her eyes fluttered closed too. Despite her earlier embarrassment, she couldn't help but let out a moan as Dean's hand grabbed her ass, the other slipping under her tank top and gripping her waist. Dean groaned when he heard the moan, and he licked her lower lip, silently asking for access. She gave in immediately, deepening the kiss as Dean's tongue invaded her mouth. Her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged it, pulling another groan from him. He walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she fell back onto it, finally breaking the kiss.
Dean pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his chest to her and she stared at him with her mouth open. She had seen him shirtless before, but this angle, lying in front of him with him now crawling on top of her, was different. He leant down and nipped at her neck, then began to kiss her jaw and made his way back to her lips. Her hands roamed his chest and his broad shoulders. He brought his body down to grind against her, making a space between her legs for himself. His fingers gripped the hem of her tank top and he pulled it up, only breaking the kiss when he needed to pull it off over her head. As soon as it was off he reached around and unhooked her bra with ease, pulling it away from her and throwing it onto the floor beside them. He moaned when he saw her, and he leaned down to lick around her nipple, while his fingers lightly pinched the other. She bucked up towards him but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down onto the bed. "Patience, [Y/N]". He winked at her.
"I need more Dean, please". He instantly sucked her nipple into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it as his thumb hooked into the waistband of her shorts and he pulled them off her, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pressed his thumb onto her clit, only the thin cloth of her panties acting as a barrier. "Oh my god, Dean, please, touch me properly". She was wriggling beneath him trying to create some friction under his thumb, but he just smiled and kissed his way back up her neck and quickly pecked her lips. He pulled her panties down and stood back up off the bed, looking down at her with a hunger in his eyes as he undid his belt. She felt a bit self conscious, completely naked on the bed while he watched her as he pushed his jeans and boxers down.
"You're fucking breathtaking [Y/N]. Do you know how long I've wanted you? To get my hands on you? To make you feel good?" He crawled back on top of her and stroked her cheek, before slowly tracing his fingers down the side of her neck, over her collar bone, over her nipple, down her stomach and eventually running over her clit and lightly dipping in between her legs. He moaned into her neck as he felt her. "You're already so wet for me". He licked her neck as he slowly pushed one finger inside. She gasped, she wasn't a virgin by any means but it had definitely been awhile since she'd been intimate with anyone, and Dean's fingers were not slender. His thumb circled around her clit and he continued to kiss, lick, and suck at her neck as he slowly eased a second finger in. He reacted to her movements, pulling his fingers out and pushing them in as she grabbed at his shoulders. He hooked his fingers, brushing against just the right spot inside her and she moaned loudly, moving her hand up to grab his hair. "Fucking love that sound, the things it does to me. On that couch earlier when you moaned I couldn't get it out of my mind, you make such pretty sounds Sweetheart". He mumbled into her neck as he pushed a third finger inside.
"Dean, I'm ready, I need you". She managed to get out between deep breaths.
"[Y/N]... with the choking, you tap twice and I stop, okay?"
"Yes, yes okay, please Dean". She knew she'd probably feel embarrassed tomorrow at her own begging and pleading, but there was no room for embarrassment in this moment; only need and desire.
"You have a condom?" He asked and she shook her head.
"I'm on the pill, and I trust you, I want to feel you Dean, please". He smiled against her neck and slid his fingers out of her. He sat up, between her legs as he lined himself up and stroked himself a few times, his other hand splayed out on her lower stomach. He looked up into her eyes and he pushed the tip inside. Her eyes closed and she tried to push her hips up to take him in further, but his hand on her stomach was stopping her.
"Open your eyes Sweetheart, I want to see them". She opened her eyes and looked into his, and he started to push further inside. He let go of himself as he pushed as far as he could go, and with his newly free hand he went back to paying attention to her clit. Dean was big, but he felt perfect. He leaned over her as he began to thrust in and out slowly. She held on to his shoulders as they rocked the bed, the headboard lightly banging into the wall behind them. She would have taken a moment to appreciate the fact that they were alone in the bunker if she wasn't completely consumed by Dean. His breath was warm against her lips as he began to kiss her, his familiar smell surrounded her, and he filled her completely.
She felt the familiar sensation of heat and tingling build up below her stomach as Dean's thrusts became harder, and as he kept his thumb rubbing her clit steadily. The hand he had kept on her stomach made its way up her body, stopping to play with her nipples again before continuing up to her neck. His hand was large, and he wrapped it around her neck, not yet applying any pressure, just stroking it on one side as he kissed the other. "Dean, I'm close".
"I know, I've got you". He whispered, and began to apply pressure. This was a completely new feeling for [Y/N]. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand on her neck, he had so much control and power over her right now, she was completely vulnerable yet felt entirely safe in Dean's hands. He tightened his grip and she felt herself getting closer and closer, she was no longer breathing. The only thing she could feel was an almost unbearable pleasure as she came. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and she clenched around Dean, feeling as he came with her. When he let go of her neck and and she gasped, breathing in, it only prolonged her orgasm, giving her a second wave.
He collapsed on top of her and pulled himself out, causing her to moan one last time as she no longer felt full. He rolled off her onto his side and began to pepper kisses along her neck and collar bone. "Are you okay?" He asked and she nodded slowly. "Words, Sweetheart". He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek.
"More than okay". She felt him smile against her lips as he gently kissed her.
"Does your neck hurt?" He asked as he looked at it, noting the marks he'd left from sucking.
"No, no, I feel amazing". He chuckled at her blissed out expression and leaned up to kiss her forehead before pushing himself off the bed. "Where are you going?" She asked, suddenly feeling exposed and disappointed, was this just an experiment for Dean? Was he just helping her scratch that itch? Did he enjoy it as much as she had?
"I'm just going to get a cloth [Y/N], I'll be right back, promise". He smiled at her as he pulled his boxers back on and left the room. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, feeling like she'd just run a marathon, Dean Winchester knew what he was doing when it came to sex. That was for sure. He came back in only a few minutes later with a damp cloth and and a glass of water. He wiped her down, gently, and she realised she was feeling a bit tender as she whimpered under his touch. "I've got you, you're okay". He whispered as he finished up and helped her into her tank top and a clean pair of panties from her drawer. "Here, take a drink". He said as he passed the glass of water to her. She eagerly drank and smiled at him as he took the glass back from her. He lay back on the bed beside her and opened his arms, inviting her in. She lay her head on his chest and he pulled the covers up around them. He pressed his lips into her hair and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, lightly dragging his fingers up and down her arm.
"Was that like... was that a one time thing?" She asked hesitantly.
"Do you want it to be a one time thing?" He asked and she shook her head and snuggled in closer to him.
After watching SPN with @writethelifeyouwant this weekend, I needed to write a fic about Dean's "sex has always felt really good" monologue. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader tells Dean that she doesn't get the hype around sex, Dean is set on showing her that it's something truly special
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), friends to lovers, just pure smut basically
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)
header and plot idea by @deathofpeaceofmind
No longer was (y/n) used to the calm beat of her heart, not urged on by the adrenaline thumping through her veins because she was chased by someone, or rather something. No longer was (y/n) used to sitting back with a smile tugging on her lips, allowed to take a few deep breaths without following either Dean or Sam to wherever they were called to. But tonight – for the first time in weeks – (y/n) found herself sitting next to Dean, head placed on his shoulder, hand holding onto a cold bottle of beer. The sounds of the movie the two were watching filled her room, but neither Dean or (y/n) found themselves concentrating on the plot, sharing jokes, thoughts, and questions as the minutes kept blurring by.
“You know,” (y/n) took another sip of her beer, eyes focused on the scene flickering on. The two main characters were about to tumble onto the mattress of their now shared bed, momentarily leaving (y/n) wondering how it must feel to be touched like this by Dean. “I never got the whole excitement about sex. I mean, yes, I guess it can feel good, but it’s nothing special.”
“What?” Dean’s raspy chuckles bubbled out of him, hand reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Nothing special? It’s the most special thing out there, sweetheart.”
(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, drowning another sip before she placed the bottle down, fully turning towards Dean. His forest green eyes studied her as if he was trying to figure out if she was possessed, no longer able to guide herself. “Then please, enlighten me. What’s so special about it?”
“Fuck, the guys you’ve been with before must have sucked in bed, huh?” No longer were Dean’s eyes filled with the almost childish glee (y/n) found herself admiring whenever he didn’t notice her staring, no, by now they were filled with something rather serious, something that forced the hairs on her arms to rise. (Y/n) shuffled around, breaking eye contact for a second before she let go of a deep sigh.
“I don’t know, I mean, I never got close to an orgasm with them.” Dean’s warm hand found her chin, forcing (y/n) to look at him. For a few moments neither one of them dared to speak up, trying to communicate without sharing any words, listening to the silent whispers of their hearts like blind wanderers forced to rely on the whispers of the breeze, guiding them along uneasy paths.
“Will you let me? You deserve to experience how good it can actually feel.” It was just a whisper, a sound so quiet (y/n) wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, and yet her curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she nodded her head, gasping in surprise as Dean’s plush lips found hers, kissing her without another warning. She was pulled into his lap, finding comfort close to his racing heart, to his strong thighs, and the hands that wandered up her spine to explore unfamiliar territory.
Dean tugged her shirt over her head, dilated pupils flickering down to her chest, to the skin he kissed moments later. Every now and then their eyes met, just for a few seconds, and yet the seconds felt more sincere than any moments (y/n) had once shared with the men she had dated. But there had always been something special about Dean Winchester, the man that owned her heart without even knowing so.
“You see, sex has always felt really, really good. But, sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know?” Dean’s lips found their way back up to her throat while his hands worked on her bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground, taken from her before she could even try to cover herself up. “You’re drunk. You shack up. Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.” But, you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” The green colour of his eyes seemed to grow even greener as he sucked on her hardening nipples, set on leaving marks that would remind (y/n) of this very moment for days to come.
“Dean,” she mewled his name, begging him to move down further. Another gasp ripped through her as Dean ground her core against his bulge, letting her feel how hard he was, just for her. Her clit was pulsing, secretly wondering if she’d be able to cum just like that, just from searching his closeness with most of their clothes still on. “More, please.”
“I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling all of each other. My hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds. I want you to feel that, all of it.” He chuckled at the desperate gaze swimming in her pupils, letting go of a soft “So impatient”.
Dean clicked his tongue, flipping them around so that he could tower over her, hands tugging his own shirt over his head. Fuck, this wasn’t the first time (y/n) got to admire a shirtless Dean, and yet she had never dared to admire him for long, just a few seconds where he found himself distracted by something. But now Dean wasn’t distracted, no, he was awfully focused on (y/n), on the woman that would choke on his name in a few minutes. “I think I want you to cum on my tongue first, and then on my cock.”
“Oh fuck, do something, please.” His chuckles reverberated through the bedroom as he helped her out of her jeans, panties following shortly after. She was completely bare, naked for his eyes only, a sight so beautiful Dean found himself frozen. Both their hearts were racing, calling out to one another, very well knowing that this wasn’t just a quick hookup, not something they’d ever be able to forget.
(Y/n)’s eyes followed Dean’s every move, watching him kiss his way down to her heat, eyes flickering up to meet hers as he brushed his tongue along her folds, moaning at her taste. She could already tell that this wouldn’t end like it had with the guys she had been with before, Dean would be able to make her cum in no time, pushing her over the edge before her mind could catch up with her body.
Dean’s skilled fingers took care of her pulsing bundle of nerves, smirking against her skin as he dipped his tongue into her tightness. Her moans kept clawing through her, hands grasping her sheets in a desperate try to ground herself, unable to keep on breathing. Her body grew tense as she felt her orgasm creeping closer, forcing her to breathe faster, scared that she’d pass out from the tension now clinging to her.
This very sensation had something so unfamiliar to it, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever get to experience this again, already addicted to the feeling of Dean’s tongue taking care of her every need. Her moans urged him on to add more pressure to his movements, tongue fucking her faster, in sync with the movements of his fingers.
“Oh god, Dean, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” Her sobs left his heart roaring in pride, tugging on his muscles as he watched her come undone. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, teeth buried in her lower lip as she let the sensation wash through her, allowing her vocal cords to produce the sweetest sounds Dean has ever heard before. He found himself marvelling at her, wishing that he’d be able to grasp his phone, to take a picture of the pleasure drunken expression tugging on her features.
Dean had always known that he was in love with her, and yet he had never dared to act on his feelings, preferring to secretly harbour a crush that was stronger than any emotion he was used to by now, instead of ending up with a broken heart and a broken friendship. But in this very moment, Dean found himself growing more confident, finally understanding that she was tied to him in the same way he was tied to her.
“Dean,” a deep sigh left her as he pulled away, smirking down on (y/n) before he kissed her. “Fuck me, please.”
“Such a good girl, I knew you’d love this, you deserve to be touched by someone who actually wants you to enjoy this.” Dean rose from the bed to tug his trousers down his legs, allowing (y/n) to take in the sight of his clothed cock, of the way his cock was pressed against the fabric of his dark boxers. Fuck, she had dreamt about this very moment for way too many times, wondering how he’d fuck her, how he’d push her closer and closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her.
Dean rolled a condom down his cock before he aligned himself with her heat, fingers interlaced with hers before he slowly sank into her. Both needed a few moments to adjust, exhaling the tension tugging on their muscles, urged on by the emotions that made this very night more special than all others they got to live through before.
(Y/n)’s trembling hand tugged Dean down to her, sharing a passionate kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved slowly at first, building up a rhythm that shot sparks down their spines, leaving them drowning in the heat thumping through their veins.
“Shit, you feel so good.” Dean’s praises left her heart skipping beats, racing in her chest as if she was on another hunt, guided by the adrenaline rushing through her system. But this very moment wasn’t filled with the same kind of adrenaline she was all too used to, no, it had a new touch to it, allowing her to silence her racing thoughts.
Her walls fluttered around his cock as his hand found its way back to her sensitive clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, very well knowing that they’d both cum any moment now. Heavy breaths left them, mixed with moans and groans that echoed through her bedroom, a sound that would forever cling to them, reminiscent like the emotions filling their bodies.
“There we go, can feel you clenching my cock. Let go for me, sweetheart.” Dean’s raspy words pushed her over the edge, hands finding his shoulders to claw her fingernails into his skin. He fucked her through her high, staring down on her with a proud smirk before he followed her, releasing himself into the condom.
Dean slowly pulled out of her, tossing away the condom before he searched her closeness again. For a few minutes neither of them dared to speak up, trying to catch their breaths with closed eyes and wandering fingers that stroked one another’s warm skin. With a kiss pressed to her forehead, Dean pulled (y/n) into his chest, tightening his grip on her.
“You’re right, this is truly the most special thing ever.”
A/N : song title by green day. I believe in subby dean and I love him! so, here’s the first dean fic I wanna share. I really appreciate y’all :’) Xx
Dean grunted softly as he moved his hand up and down his cock. He smirked beside him at his sleeping girlfriend, and then looked ahead at the silhouette of his hand beneath the sheets moving up and down, outlined by the street light shining through the thin curtains. The sound of the sheets ruffling was loud in the nighttime, almost muffling the sound of his cock, and he carefully shoved the sheets off himself while keeping Y/N blanketed.
He closed his eyes, bit his lip and started to picture Y/N sucking his dick. He pictured her awake comfortably naked between his legs with her hot mouth wrapped around him. It was more exciting knowing that she was sleeping next to him, that he was imagining her pleasuring him the way he knew she could if she were awake. He was so turned on, but he was mostly teasing himself, being quiet enough that Sam wouldn’t wake up, but loud enough so that Y/N would.
Sam had gotten drunk with Dean, but unlike Dean, he blacked out as soon as his overgrown body hit the bed. That meant nothing was waking Sam up anytime soon, not a monster, not an apocalypse, not even the way Dean panted trying to get himself off. He didn’t mind edging himself a bit longer, he was willing to wait as long as he had to before she woke up and gave him what he needed. And he needed her real bad, so he wasn’t gonna stop, but he wasn’t gonna let himself finish either.
After the hunt, a successful case of killing a pack of werewolves in the woods, Dean decided to take Y/N and Sam out for drinks. The thing was, when Dean got drunk, he became more clingy than usual and he would start acting cute. He remembered bits and pieces of what he did when he was drunk. From getting her into his lap while he talked to Sam and some random hunter in a green, leathery booth. To the way he clung to her the whole time, when he’d drunkenly gone and played pool with a bunch of idiot college students trying and successfully hustling them.
He remembered constantly kissing her cheek, holding her soft face in his hands to make out with her when he dragged her around the bar finding different things to do with himself. And he remembered flirting with her. He remembered that cute little smile on her face and the even more adorable blush that painted her cheeks when he gave her his famous smoulder.
He remembered that she’d stopped drinking after just one drink. She was taking care of him and Sam. She’d driven them back to the motel and she babied him into bed despite the fact that he was trying to seduce her. He blushed at the memory, the way he kissed her neck and groped her beautiful body, making it hard for her to take his clothes off so he could sleep comfortably.
He moaned softly at a particular twist around his cock, and he changed his fantasy, preferring to imagine all the dirty things Y/N would say to him as she fucked him. He could faintly remember how her walls felt around him, her sweaty body pressed against his, setting his skin on fire with her touch. Her name fell from his lips, spilled into the quiet room, and she shifted beside him at last. He whispered her name again and again, praying that she would wake up and make him cum herself.
He slowed the pace in which he jerked himself off when she nuzzled into his bicep, her soft lips still against his tense muscle. She mumbled something against his skin, but could only hear the sleep in her voice and was unable to decipher a word she said. He gazed down at her and squinted his eyes to make out her face, but he couldn’t see much as she was shadowed by his body. He only felt her hand move down his chest, warm and soft against his body. He gasped, squirmed when she brushed her fingertips against his tummy, and squeezed his eyes shut when she wrapped her small hand over his.
“You’re so loud,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
“Y/N,” he moaned, letting her fingers replace his. She stroked him lazily, felt her little smirk against his arm when he moved his hips up in search of more friction. “Please,” he whined quietly. He turned his whole body to face her so she changed her hand’s position, squeezing his cock torturously and rubbing her thumb over the leaking slit of his cockhead. “I can’t,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers.
She let go of his cock and pressed her lips firmly against his, “I’ve got you, baby,” she murmured against his mouth. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him. “What do you want? Tell me, Dean,” she teased, moving her lips along his jaw and neck, thrilled to hear his heavy breaths.
“You,” he whispered, “I need you, need to be inside you right now,” he moaned. He pawed at her hips and started to tug her underwear down impatiently. She giggled, helped him get them off her, and laughed when he hung them over the lamp. He smiled softly at the sound and moved on top of her, settling between her opened legs before he leaned down to kiss her.
He slid his cock through her wet folds, felt her wiggle her hips, and gasp against his mouth when he pressed the head of his cock against her clit. “I thought you were too needy,” she whined playfully. He felt her pout against his lips and pulled away slightly attempting to make her face out in the darkness, only the yellow glow from outside illuminated her. He chuckled at her and grasped her hip, pinning her down to the mattress as he panted against her parted lips.
“You’re such a little tease,” he laughed softly, smirking at her when he sat back on his legs, lifting her legs onto his thighs.
He used the streetlight to guide his cock to her slick entrance, his plump lips parting with satisfaction at the sight of her glistening cunt stretching around his cockhead. He slid into her smoothly and he stared—utterly enchanted, as she took every inch of him until he was buried fully in her warmth.
“Like that?” He asked smugly and she rolled her eyes, her hands flexing on her thighs, squirming from how big he was. Dean smirked down at her when he noticed, swivelling his hips tortuously just to feel the clench of her walls around him. He collected saliva in his mouth and watched it drip down to her pussy, right on her folds.
He licked his lips to clear the lingering spit on his swollen lips and brought his thumb to her clit to smear his saliva over the sensitive nerve. He gently moved his hips against her, turned on at the sight of the black shirt she wore haphazardly scrunched around her waist from the angle he had her positioned in.
He leaned over her, placed his arm by her head, and dropped loving kisses along her jaw. Her heavy breaths mingled with his, the only sound bouncing off the cheap walls besides the gentle sound of the bedsprings. He used various methods to massage her clit until she was squirming beneath him again. Her walls continued to pulse around him, wet, warm, and driving him crazy. “I’m not gonna last,” he whispered shyly against her shoulder.
She pushed up against him gently with her hips, her hands held onto his triceps, so he moved back a little to check on her. “Everything okay?” He asked softly, distractedly slowing down the circles on her clit to study her flushed face.
When she nodded, he kissed her forehead, and started to pull out slightly to thrust back into her again, but he didn’t expect her to shove him back slightly, forcing his cock to slip out of her all the way.
He looked at her with confusion, “wha-“
He caught himself with his arms behind him, stared at her as his shirt she wore slipped down and covered her naked body again. She climbed onto his lap again, “you’re so pretty,” she murmured. Holding his chin with her fingers, she swiped her thumb across his bottom lip and his breath hitched. His cheeks started to warm up at the tingling that followed her finger along his lip and he whined again. “Shh, stop being so loud,” she told him quietly, and leaned forward to silence him with a heated kiss.
He slid his hands between her legs, shoving two fingers into her without a care, pumping them in and out, moaning into her mouth at the squelch his fingers and her cunt made around him. She sucked on his bottom lip and he groaned, grinding his palm against her clit and adding a third finger, feeling like he could cum just from the wetness that started to cover his knuckles and wrist.
“I love it when you get needy,” she panted, moving his hand away by grabbing his wrist. She lifted his wet fingers to her lips and licked her arousal off them, keeping her eyes on his as his lips parted in surprise. “Are you gonna cum?” She teased, placing his hands on her hips under the shirt she wore.
“Stop teasing me,” he whispered, swallowing some saliva to moisten his dry throat. She laughed quietly and he bit his lip, becoming flustered with her confidence. “Please,” he begged softly, lowering her hips to press against his so her wet pussy could brush against his throbbing cock.
She let out a faint hum, letting him fuck himself with both amusement and fascination. He closed his eyes despite wanting to feel demeaned by the look on her face and got lost in the tiny fragments of pleasure he was feeling. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, focusing on teasing her soaked entrance with the soft head of his cock until she gave in and shifted to let him slip inside her.
“Fuck… yes,” he moaned, gripping her hips tightly as her warmth and her slick coated his cock. She ground her hips against his, squeezing his cock until he whined and bucked his hips up into her. “Fuck, don’t do that,” he hissed.
She chuckled mischievously, then shushed him as she slowly rolled her hips against his, his mouth parting. A broken moan left his lips, but it was immediately muffled by him when he bit her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. He thrusted his hips upwards, slowly moving in and out of her until she was pushing him onto his back and riding him.
He screwed his eyes shut, biting his lip so hard he thought he’d taste his blood soon. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, bruising her soft skin with his desperate touch. His eyes fluttered open to watch her lift herself up and down with her lips parted and swollen. He felt like cumming just at the sight of her and she must have expected a loud moan to fall from his now open mouth because she put her hand over it just as a groan rumbled in his chest, deep and hot.
Her walls spasmed around him, a quiet curse falling from her lips. She looked over at Sam cautiously, picking up the pace and keeping her hand over his mouth. He felt even more turned on, noting the way she shifted her hips to add friction to her clit. He whined against her hand, desperately meeting her thrusts as the bed springs started to squeak louder.
He didn’t even care if Sam woke up anymore, he tugged her hips forward, wanting her full attention on him. He felt his cock swell and twitch inside her, so close to spilling hot inside her. She was driving him crazy, especially with the way her walls squeezed his cock so tight as if it would shut her up.
It drove him over the edge and he came inside her almost involuntarily. Another moan from him heated her palm. She gasped from the unexpectedness of it, leaning over him, her soft hair tickling his skin. She moaned loudly into the bed, pressed her face into the sheets by his head as she trembled and came on his cock. Her warm walls quivered and dripped around him, her hips moving on his cock slower as she rode out her orgasm, his sweaty skin sticking to hers.
She turned her face slightly, her warm breath tickling his ear. He lifted his hand up to move her hair behind her ear and she removed her hand from his mouth, resting it over his thumping heart. They both laid there for a few moments, unmoving, panting in an attempt to catch their breaths and clear their hazy minds. He lovingly pressed kisses along her cheek, temple, and the tip of her ear, rubbing his hand up and down her sides under her shirt.
“That was so hot,” he said after a while, sounding breathless and hoarse. She laughed tiredly and she started to lift the top of her body off him, only to lean forward and kiss him deeply. He was smiling, his mouth readily open for her. His tongue slipped into her minty mouth, soft tongues rolling over each other languidly.
Both of them smiled into the kiss and he wrapped his arm around her waist, moving her onto her back and slipping out of her, careless about the mess he was making between their bodies. She hummed softly against his mouth, a little laugh making her part from his lips. He continued to admire her, fixing her sex hair as best as he could before he dropped a kiss on her forehead, trailing his lips down to her warm cheeks and neck.
“We have a long drive tomorrow, D,” she murmured, her nails gently scratching his scalp, “you should sleep now, I’ll take care of the mess.” He moaned quietly, agreeing with her, pressing his face into her neck and kissed the spot his lips were closest to.
“Mkay,” he mumbled, moving up off her. He looked around for his boxers and felt the bed shift as she made her way to the restroom to clean herself up. He grabbed her underwear off the lamp and grabbed his phone, using the lowest light level to check if they’d stained the sheets.
Despite having told him she’d take care of it, he didn’t listen. He shoved the clean sheets away, feeling both shy and prideful at the mess, and pulled the dirty covers off to hide them as best as he could and replaced them as quickly as he could with clean ones he always made sure to ask for beforehand when they got a room.
He moved out of bed when he was done, waddling to the bathroom with her underwear in his hand. He smiled fondly when he found her washing her hands with the water hardly turned on so it wouldn’t be loud and wake Sam up.
“Your underthings,” he said with a grin, holding them up for her. She turned to look at him and chuckled, drying her hands with a towel to take her underwear from him. “Allow me, my love,” he said dramatically, stopping her from taking them. She gave him a look but played along.
He squatted down in front of her and lifted her leg with his hand around her ankle. She held onto his shoulder for balance, allowing him to help her into her underwear with an amused and affectionate smile on her face that glowed in her eyes.
“Thanks, Dean,” she murmured. She pecked his lips when he stood back up to her face, after having pulled the soft cotton up her legs and comfortably in place around her hips. He squeezed her ass playfully, drawing a laugh from her.
She followed him with her eyes when he moved towards the sink to wash his hands with soap and warm water. She waited for him patiently, leaning against the doorway and playing with the hem of the black t-shirt. She admired him this time, took in the messy and soft spikes of his hair, his teeth pulling at his plump lip. He was gorgeous and he looked over at her, his eyes warm and loving as he took her in too.
“Let’s go to bed, my little flower.” Dean dried his hands with the same towel she used and reached out for her hand, seeing her roll her eyes and snort at the new pet-name he was trying out for her. “You know you like all the names I give you,” he smirked down at her, turning the lights off after her to make their way back to bed.
“I do,” she admitted after a while, biting her lip to stop her happy smile. He could see her thanks to the bright lights outside and the drawn curtains. A delightful feeling filled his stomach and made him feel warm all over. He took her face in his hands, giving her the type of kiss people would give each other if they were saying hello after missing each other their whole lives.
Summary: While on a witch hunt, you and Dean get some sort of dust thrown on you. After Dean ganks her, you two high-tail it to the bunker thinking the worst. Turns out that witch got her dusts mixed up and hit you guys with an aphrodisiac.
A/N: I heart Dean Winchester. The relationship between the two of you is unspecified and its implied that this is the first time you guys are having sex. I love the sex pollen au :P
Warnings: NSFW(18+) car sex, rough sex, unprotected sex
Your heart was beating so fast. You could figure out if it was from the fear of what was to come from that dust, or if it was from the dust. Looking up at Dean, he seems to be taking this a lot better than you, or he was at least pretending to.
The two of you were fast-paced walking to the Impala, not even caring to clean up the mess that was made. "Your heart beating fast, too?" You asked, voice laced with worry.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. We'll be fine." Dean said as he fished his car keys out of his pockets. You couldn't tell if he actually believed that, though, or if he was just trying to make you feel better. The hunt was going fine right up until she blew pink, sweet smelling dust into your faces. "What the fuck was that?" Dean had yelled at her. She only gave him a dry laugh in response with a suspenseful "You'll see"
Dean had no hesitation when he shot her in the chest, only checking to make sure she was actually dead before grabbing you and high- tailing to the car.
Once the two of you got in the car Dean wasted no time putting the key in the ignition. You barely had time to buckle your seat belt before he sped off, causing the dirt on the road to fly into the air. Even with Dean going thirty over the speed limit, the car ride is at least half an hour long. You have no idea how your going to survive that, especially with the growing ache between your legs.
The only thing you can think about is your doomed fate. There was no time-limit on how long this would take before it ends the both of you. For all you know it would take only a minute.
Dean notices the anxiousness spread all across your face. He reaches his hand over the comfortingly pats your knee. You realize hes trying to make you feel less scared but you suddenly become hyper-aware of your body and how hot you feel.
Its just his hand on my knee. You think to yourself. There's no reason to get all excited from that.
He leaves his hand on your knee, and all you can think about now is where else he could put his hands. On your thighs? On your chest? In your mouth? Inside of you- You shudder and close your eyes tightly at that thought.
Its not that you haven't thought about Dean like that, you were sure just about everyone who met him has. You just never had it take such a big effect on you especially when you're right next to him.
Dean takes your shudder as a shudder of anxiety, so he trails his hand up ever so slightly and presses his fingers into the skin of your thigh.
The only sound in the car is the humming from the engine, none of Deans usual songs playing. At a time like this, you wish the radio was on to distract you.
You stick out your tongue to wet your dry lips. Deans hand that isn't on your thigh is gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are turning white. His movements are stiff and his eyes are locked on the road, not sparing you a glance. You wonder if he has the same problem as you, if he also has an ache between his legs. You quickly glance down to his pants and see that, yes, he does have the same problem, the large tent in his pants being painfully obvious.
Dean turns his head immediately to you when you let out a little whimper at the sight of his bulge. You avoid eye contact, desperately staring out of the car window.
"You okay?" he asks you, his gruff voice adding to the fire in your belly.
"Yup," you squeak out. What is this man doing to you? You can hardly think straight.
Dean doesn't believe you, not in the slightest. It takes a minute for the gears in his head to turn before he realizes; you feel the same way he does. He originally chocked it up to you being scared, but he knows that is not the case. Dean slides his hand up higher on your thigh, you suck in a quick breath at the feeling.
"You sure?" He asks you with an underlying tone of arousal. You look back to him as you angle your leg to lean towards his body. "Mhm." You mumble out.
The fingers on your upper thigh slowly creep to the junction of your hip and thigh, there Dean rubs small circles into your flesh. His touch is lighting you on fire. Your breathing picks up and the ache between your legs rapidly intensifies.
On the old dirt roads Dean pulls off to the side, stopping close to the trees that line the road. He puts the car in park and turns off the vehicle. There was no cars on the road this late at night, It was just you two.
"You feel it too?" He asks you, just incase this is actually just one big coincidence and he read into it too much.
You nod your head yes and unbuckle your seat belt, Dean does the same. There is a pregnant pause where the both of you just look at each other, unsure of what to do. You cannot take this feeling anymore, though. You almost pounce on Dean. You crash your lips against his as his hand come up to hold your jaw in place. The kiss is messy, unsynchronized with teeth bumping against teeth and tongues sloppily licking at each other's mouth.
Dean uses his free hand to push you back onto the flat seat of the car. It's a good thing that the car has the big bench seats or else this would be a lot more uncomfortable. You're now laying down under Dean, his hand roughly grabbing at your boobs. You moan into the kiss.
Dean roughly pulls down your pants, leaving you in just your panties. All embarrassment you might have had has been overshadowed by your need to be fucked by Dean. You bring your hand down to grip Deans hard cock through his pants, he lets out a hoarse moan at the friction. You make work on unbuttoning his pants and also pulling them down.
Skipping all foreplay it seems you both feel like you'll explode if you aren't fucking as soon as possible, hell, you actually might. You pull down Deans boxers just low enough for you to free his cock. You jerk him a few times before he breaks the kiss. "Can I fuck you?" He says, you're literally jerking him off but he just wants to make sure. Ever the gentleman.
You enthusiastically nod your head up and down, giving him the go-ahead.
He takes his cock in his own hand and uses his other hand to push your panties to the side, allowing him access to your wet pussy. He pushed into you, both of you releasing pent up moans. His cock is big, and you barely have anytime to adjust to his size before he roughly grabs your hips with both of his hands and starts thrusting into you.
Dean leans down to your neck to kiss and suck on your pulse point as you're moaning sweet praises to him, urging him to keep going. The windows start to fog up from both of your heavy breaths being released. Its an erotic scene, thats for sure. The both of you in the front seat fucking like you're depraved.
There's definitely going to be bruises on your hips, you think to yourself. You lock your legs around Deans torso. Deans moans are like music to your ears, going straight to your impending orgasm. Your nails scratch at his back.
"Fuck- I'm close." You moan out into Deans ear.
"Yeah me too, sweetheart." His pace never relents, though, even with his orgasm quickly approaching. If anything it speeds up.
You can feel the coil in your belly tighten like no other time before. Your hands are grasping and clawing at Deans shoulders as your back arches, pushing your chest to his.
The coil in your belly snaps hard. Harder than any time before. You screw your eyes shut and loudly cry out as you cum around Deans cock.
It takes Dean no time to be cumming, as well. He cums inside of you, not that you care you're too fucked out to be thinking about anything other than your orgasm.
You slowly release your legs' hold on Deans waist. The both of you trying to catch your breath from your climax. He slowly pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. Dean sits back up-right on the seat and you follow suit. You fix your panties and pull your pants up.
The both of you just sit in silence for a moment, collecting your thoughts. You notice that you no longer feel anxious or ill, like the sex completly cured you... Oh. You think you figured it out. You open your mouth to say someting to the man next to you but he beats you to it.
Summary: After getting hit with some kind of powder from the witch hunt, you and Dean have to deal with the affects.
The hunt was brutal. It was supposed to be one witch who were making people somehow die from unnatural reasons. It was a lot more complex and more difficult to track her down.
By the time that we found something, she pressed a button on the wall before disappearing. The only thing left was a deep red smoke that filled every sense you and Dean owned. You both coughed, wheezing from the inhalition of the foriegn to your lungs.
"You alright?" Dean asked, looking for you in the smoke.
Everything was red and you could barely see.
"I'm fine."
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The drive was uncomfortable. It was too hot, too cold. It was like your body couldn't decide which it was. Dean was the same way. He was panting and sweating. The tension between the two of you were so thick.
"Dean, it's too hot."
"I know but we are almost to the hotel."
You felt a rush of arousal flood your panties at his voice. For some reason, his voice was deeper. More raspy, less controlled.
See, the thing with you and Dean was simple. You both found each other extremely attractive but neither of you wanted to admit it. But whatever the smoke was, was clouding up your mind with lust.
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Throwing yourself in the shower, you quickly take a very long time. You needed to calm down. You were so turned on that you could barely touch your body without moaning at the sensitivity. You were still burning with desire when you got out of the shower, only to see that you forgot your clothes in the room.
You wrapped the small towel around yourself before moving to the door. When you cracked it open, Dean could be seen cleaning his guns. You watched from the steamy room and you admired his beauty. His arms flexed as he looked down at the gun currently in his hands. Oh god those hands. You wondered what they would feel like touching your--
"Hey, you good?" Dean called out.
You looked at him, gripping onto the towel as he moves to place the gun down. You let out a whimper when his fingers rubbed the barrel.
"Do you need something?"
"Yeah, I forgot my clothes. Can you bring them here?" You asked shyly.
"Here you go, sweetheart."
He grabbed your clothes from the bed. When he brushed your fingertips as he handed them to you, he looked like he was in pain. His pupils dilated and looked like he wanted to devour you right there.
"Dean, there is something wrong. I don't know why but I need to fuck someone," You said without any second thought. You blinked in surprise, so did Dean.
"Son of a bitch, Bobby had ran into something like this years ago. He called it "Sex Pollen" and the only cure is to fuck it out of your system."
"What happens if you don't?"
"Then you die from pain and fever."
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And that is how you found yourself dropping the towel, slammed against the wall beside the bathroom. Dean's hands were gripping at your body as if it was his life line. He nipped at your throat as you grabbed at his hair. He groaned against you before pulling your leg over his hip, allowing himself closer to your warmth. You threw your head back against the wall as he mouthed at your chest.
Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. You needed him so badly. Your core was getting more soaked with every brush of his tongue against your collarbones.
"Dean," You moan out as he bites your breast.
"Fuck, I love you saying that."
He picked you up before moving you to a table. After throwing everything to the floor, he slams you down, and gets on his knees. Your breathing was getting caught in your throat as you watched him spread your thighs, before licking a bold strip up your pussy. Your hand shoots to his hair. You were a panting, moaning mess as he ate you like a starved man. He slipped his tongue in your puckered hole before replacing it with his thick digts.
"Shit, sweetheart, you are soaked. Did I do this to you?"
"Yes, Dean. Only you."
"Fuck, you're squeezing me and I only got one in."
"Dean!"
"I know, sweetheart, I know."
He pumps his finger more before he adds another. The stretch felt heavenly as you fell back on the table. He had to place his hand over your hips to keep you from moving. He drank up everything that your sweet cunt had to offer. He wanted it to never stop leaking and now that he had a taste, he never wanted to let go of his forbidden sweet.
White hot pleasure blinded you as you orgasmed. All of your muscles tensed as you felt like you were floating. You had became boneless as Dean stood over you, pulling his pants down as he kisses your neck. He pulled himself out of his confindments and he was BIG. You gulped at the thought of his dick being in your throat but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed the tip to your warmth.
He looks at you, even though he was in pain, he still wanted permission. You nodded but he shook his head.
"Words, darling."
"Dean please fuck me plea-" you were cut off as he thrusted in deep.
You felt him in your throat, you were so full. You felt like you had died for a second before you felt the ridges of his cock move against your tight walls.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Dean hissed as he pushed in.
"Baby, I have to go faster." He said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table before he rammed into you.
Everything felt so good. You felt another climax coming but you didn't want this to end. Dean could tell you were getting close so he picked you up off the table, not stopping his thusts, and layed you on the bed. He moved against you as the two of you touched each other's body for the first time. His hand moved to your clit and started rubbing little circles on it.
"Oh fuck, Dean.''
"Say it again," He pants against you.
You chant his name as though it is the only word you knew. As of right now, it was the only one you could think of. Your orgasm crashes on you but when you thought it was over, you were drowning in pleasure again. Dean continued to move against you, kissing your lips and neck. He wanted to remember everything that he could about your body. As if this was the last time he would be able to do so.
Dean was thrusting to his end point but before he could pull out, you pressed on the bottom of his back with your heels so he was locked with you.
"Wha-What are you doing? I gotta pull out."
"Please cum in me, Dean." You begged. He looked at you with a moan and spilled inside of you.
The two of you laid there, kissing and touching each other. Your hands roamed his back while his cock and body was ready to move again. He pulled out slowly but not without a hiss. You went to get up but he told you to stay put so he can get a bath running. He went to the bathroom to do so and came back to pick you up. The side effects from the sex pollen had gone away completely and the soreness started to set in. But you loved it.
"Come on, sweetheart." He helped you into the tub and climbed in behind you.
The two of you just laid against each other in the warm water, in complete silence. Your friendship was over now and you didn't have a clue as to what to do. Dean was the first to break the silence.
"I love you, darling."
You blinked. Did you hear him right?
"What?"
"I said I love you. I have loved you for a long time now," He confessed. His arms wrapped around you.
"I love you too, Dean." You smile against his shoulder.
"Good cause I was terrified to say that," He laughed, slightly shaking the water.
"So was I but I am happy I did."
He pulled you closer to give you a kiss before letting the two of you relax in the bubbles and warm water.
Summary: Sam and Dean meet a girl up in a bar. She is hot, with the hottest tits and ass, the softest body and curves, and wants the two of them.
Good thing they know how to share.
Pairing: Sam x Lily (OC) x Dean
WC: 1.7k words
Warnings: Sexual tension. Flirting. Older men/younger woman. Dirty talking. Seduction. Degrading kink.
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Dean sipped his beer, crossing gazes with the pretty curvy thing in the corner, sipping a glass of dark liquid on her own after her friend had gone and abandoned her.
She looked like she had just walked out of a porno: tight skirt with a shirt that cut deep, although she acted shy as if she didn't know the effect she had.
And those tits... those huge tits...
Fuck.
When was the last time he had gotten laid? Felt too long.
It wasn't like he could just pick up some hot twenty-something like the used to, he was over 40 now.
And it wasn't that he couldn't get up - well, there was this one night but it didn't matter! - just girls now didn't like the idea of more experienced men.
They always went to the young guys, the green ones.
Her brown eyes met with his again, and Dean just knew that if she let him take her to bed he would work all of that frustrations out of her and spoil her of any other man, just because he could.
Dean glanced at Sam, expecting to be on his phone or staring off into the distance, but no. His brother's gaze was laser-focused on her tight little skirt, and he was just as hungry as Dean.
Dammit.
He slapped Sam's arm with a hand as he put his glass down.
"She's been eyeing you for a while," he told him. "You should give it a shot."
His brother nearly gasped, eyes widening.
"Dean! She looks, like... 18!"
Dean scoffed at his deflection.
If only.
"At least 22," he corrected him. "You can ask for an ID if you want to, I bet she'd give you one."
She looked too nervous to try to have a fake ID.
Sam moved hesitantly.
"I don't know, Dean," he mumbled. "I think she was looking at you."
He shook his head.
"Give it a shot," he insisted. "And, hey, maybe she will want us both."
Dean chuckled at his own joke, but his brain quickly caught up with it.
"Like that little redhead back in Wyoming," he licked his lip.
That was a memorable night.
Sam chuckled, flustering.
"God, that had to be... what?" he looked at him. "Twelve years ago."
Dean just nodded.
"Fun night, wasn't it?" he asked.
His brother just chuckled, and Dean slapped his arm again.
"Do it," he insisted. "Before she finds someone else."
That was enough to make him move, at last.
Dean sat back, watching as his little brother walked up to the girl, looking a little awkward as he did.
How he had managed to get women, Dean never understood.
The girl turned to him with a large smile, puffing out her chest to show off to Sam, and he had to hold back a shake of his head.
She was fucking eager, wasn't she?
He couldn't hear them for a moment, but he knew two things - Sam was being awkward, and she was giggling very much, tossing her hair out to show him her tits, cocking her hip to show off her curves.
She pointed behind herself, to where Dean had seen her friend leave her and grinned largely, shaking her head, saying something that made Sam smirk too.
He couldn't help himself, walking a little closer while she looked away, and it was enough that he could pick up on what they were saying.
"That's not good," Sam hummed a little.
"I mean, you're here now," she giggled.
"Well..." his brother purred. "You could come to sit with me and my brother. And maybe we can talk a little?"
Her eyes darted up, and the moment she saw Dean, her flushed cheeks got even redder.
"Talk?" she asked, innocently.
Sam chuckled and Dean smirked.
"Maybe more, if you want to."
She looked at Sam again and then at Dean.
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.
His brother slapped his arm as if telling him to play it cool.
"We just find you very interesting," his brother shrugged.
"And very beautiful," Dean added.
She looked at Dean again.
"We will talk, then?" she asked him.
He simply nodded, humming, amused.
It was a little game for her, he could see. She was already looking like she wanted to follow them anywhere they called her.
Little prey.
"Yeah," he confirmed softly.
They walked down to their table again, and she sat on the chair closest to the wall.
"So," Dean looked at her. "How old are you?"
The girl looked at him, seeming surprised by the question.
"24," she told him.
He hummed a little. Good, good.
"Is that important?" she leaned a little closer to him, smirking, almost serving her tits on the table. "I thought we were talking."
He didn't phase.
"You look a little young," he noted. "Had to make sure you weren't being a little tease."
She just shook her head, looking amused, and Sam got her attention back to him.
"What is your name?" he asked, tapping his beer. "I don't think I remembered to ask."
She sipped her drink - wine, Dean supposed.
"Helen," she told them, at least. "But you can call me Lily. Or Hela."
Sam chuckled.
"Why would anyone call you the goddess of hell?" he asked her.
The girl shrugged, amused.
"Cheat on me and you'll see."
Dean shook his head. Feisty.
"Lilies are my favourite flower," he noted. "They smell wonderful."
Lily raised her chin.
"What do you think," she cockled her head. "Do I smell wonderful?"
Dean leaned onto her, taking the invitation, inhaling the sweet perfume on her neck, and kissed her skin, making her breath in deep.
"You do," he agreed with a purr, lingering before moving away.
She moved, and he could see her cheeks flushing right when Sam moved by her side, his arm out of his view.
"So," she cleared her throat, all red on her face. "Do you two just casually talk to young girls all along at a bar?"
He chuckled.
"Well, you're not wrong," he looked at his brother, who was watching her face. "You see, little flower, Sammy and I... we don't mind sharing."
She licked her lips, relaxing some more on her chair.
"Sharing?" she asked, sultry voice soft.
Dean hummed positively.
"We are used to sharing stuff," he shrugged. "We're brothers, you know? Especially when we see a girl we both really like."
Sam leaned a little closer to her, speaking near her ear.
"Can I smell you too, little flower?" he asked.
Lily swallowed down, and nodded.
"Yeah," she spoke softly.
His brother leaned in and ran his nose over her neck, sniffing her.
"Why don't you tell her what you first saw, Sammy?" he told him. "For me, it was those tits."
Sam bit her neck, his arm moving discreetly.
What was he doing under there?
"That tiny skirt," he bit her earlobe. "Showing off those meaty thighs, made me want to bury myself between them."
"Is that why you got your hand there?" he asked.
Sam chuckled, and she blushed.
"Push that tablecloth away," he commanded her. "Show Dean where you put my hand."
The little minx complied, sheepish, and Sam's fingers were already rubbing her over her panties under her mini skirt.
"She tugged on my hand herself," his brother told him. "I can feel her panties getting wet already."
Fuck. She had come looking for someone to fuck her, she had to.
Dean leaned over, nipping at her neck and climbing slowly, until he was kissing her lips, and she moaned into his mouth.
Lily gasped and pushed her fingers into his hair, pulling her closer.
Oh, he loved a girl who knew what she wanted.
"Please," she whined in a little whisper when he pulled away a bit.
Dean looked down, finding his brother’s hands making circles and circles over the fabric.
Sam pressed his lips to his ear, though his eyes were focused on the bar, looking for people, making sure no one was watching them.
"Do you want more?" he offered darkly.
"Yes," she moaned softly. "Please."
Dean moved a hand to her face, raising her chin.
"You'll have to be quiet," he told her. "Or we'll be kicked out before we can even start having fun."
She stiffened up, as if trying to keep herself from moving.
Dean looked down, her white - fucking white - panties now with a big wet patch, and he watched as Sam moved his hand a bit to pull her lips apart, so he could focus on her stiff clit.
She squeezed the table, breathing very, very slow.
"I think she is close to cumming, Sammy," he tilted his head.
His brother's lips curled in a smirk.
"Oh, is she now?"
He nodded slowly.
"Look at her cunt," he pointed with his chin. "She has soaked through her panties. The seat will be all messy."
Her face turned very red.
"Such a dirty little minx," Dean purred. "Are you going to cum for us in the middle of this bar?" Public masturbation.
Sam continued to rub her, though a little more focused.
"I think our sweet little flower is going to blossom for us," he hummed.
Dean watched her legs flexing closed and Lily's dazed eyes fluttered shut.
"Cum for us, pretty flower," Dean coached her. "I promise, it'll be just the beginning of what we can give you."
She did, moaning very softly, and he would see Sam practically drooling.
Fuck, Dean wanted to get between her legs and make her cum again right there.
They needed to get somewhere private.
"Come on," he stood up. "Have you paid for your drinks?"
Lily opened her eyes, looking a little soft and lost.
"I... have," she spoke slowly.
Sam took his hand from between her legs and placed a finger on her lips before tilting her chin up, giving her lips a little peck.
"Come with us, sweet flower," he whispered.
Dean adjusted himself, feeling his cock so hard it was practically bursting out of his pants.
She followed him holding her bag close, and he wasn't surprised to see his brother holding her hand as they walked out, guiding her.
"Where are we going?" she asked softly.
Oh, he was too hard to drive to the motel.
"Our car."
…
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Summary: After a really long mission, Y/N decided to surprise her boys with a treat.
WARNING: ❗️SMUT; oral ( m and f receiving), anal, bondage, ETC.
IT HAD BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE Y/N had been touched. It was aggravating and sexually frustrating as she would spend countless nights in bed alone.
She understood that her boyfriends had their missions, they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier, she knew what they had to do. She also knew that there would be times that they would be gone.
But recently it was mission, after mission, after mission, and she could tell the boys were so tired. They way they walked in and barely could keep their eyes open until they landed on the bed with a thud and sleep. she didn’t want them to feel bad and she decided to take it into her own hands.
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