#Don’t fear your kinks (26) - Pimp my car

[holylulusworld]

Don’t fear your kinks (26) - Pimp my car

Summary: Dean and the reader continue their kink party. This time: Mechanic Dean and Customer!Reader.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: role-play, smut, unprotected sex, language, sex over a car/on a car, doggy style, broke reader, voyeurism (implied), consensual dub-con (just to be safe)

A/N: It's been a while, huh...but we are back in action now...

Don’t fear your kinks Masterlist

Catch up here: Part 25

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” The cockiest and, at the same time, most handsome man you ever met asks as you enter his auto repair shop. He dips his head, giving you a once-over while licking his sinfully plump lips.

He’s not the kind of guy you expect to meet at a place like this. If you meet him for the first time, you’d think he’s a male model or something.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teases while his piercing green eyes are glued to your face. “You have to answer me, lady. I cannot help you if you remain silent.”

“Uhm… My car is making an odd noise. It’s a classic car, and no one could repair it. I heard you’re an expert and can repair every car.” You splutter.

“A classic car?” he asks and steps closer to look at your car. He slides his fingertips over the hood, humming as you follow his every move with your eyes. “A 1967 Chevy Impala. What a beauty.” He says, but looks at you. “How’d you find her?”

“Wrong guy, but the right car,” you coo and step toward the mechanic. “I stole his car after he called me a needy bitch.”

“A needy bitch.” He nods. “What kind of douche calls his lovely girlfriend a bitch?” The mechanic smirks darkly, something else in mind than repairing your car. “Let me look at her and take good care of your girl.”

You step aside, giving the mechanic the chance to open the door to the driver’s seat. “The name’s Dean, sweetheart,” he says while claiming the driver’s seat. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you reply, watching Dean start the engine. It roars to life, but the engine dies seconds later. “See, that’s the problem.” You sigh deeply. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She needs someone to take good care of her…engine.” He gives you a lopsided grin. “Let me handle this beauty. I know how to take good care of a girl.” His voice drops lower with every word, making you shudder. “Come back in two hours. I should be done with her then.”

“Five hundred bucks?” You gape at Dean. What you believed was a simple problem turned out to be a very expensive one. He repaired your car, and now he wants you to pay him five hundred bucks. “I don’t have so much money!”

“Well then, you shouldn’t have brought your car here,” he huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge, and you get distracted for a second as he says, “Maybe we can find a better way for you to pay me back.”

His eyes roam your body, undressing you with clear intentions.

“What do you mean?” You gasp as he stalks toward you. He grabs you by your hips, yanking you closer until your bodies are pressed flush against each other. “HEY!”

“You know what I mean,” he purrs your name and thrusts his hips forward, letting you feel his arousal.

“That’s…no…that’s…” You babble mindlessly as he cups your face with his greasy hand. “Dean… I can pay you in a week or less…promised.”

“I don’t give a fuck about money,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “How about you let me give you the same service I gave your car? You won’t regret it. I’m an expert in satisfying my customers.”

He spins you around, manhandling you, bending you over the hood of your car. You don’t fight him when he shoves your skirt up to your waist. He groans because you’re not wearing panties today.

“I knew you were a little slut. Coming here, no money in your pocket but a pussy to tempt me,” he curses your name because he won’t make any money today. “This is mine.”

Dean slaps one hand between your legs, touching your heated flesh with his skilled fingers. “There she goes. Already so wet that I can just slip inside your hungry cunt and fuck you.”

You whimper, unsure if you’re scared or excited, as you hear him unzip his pants. “I can pay you.” He laughs and pumps himself a few times. “Soon. I swear.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” he leans over your trembling body, guiding his throbbing into your slit, “too late. I’ll take a huge tip today, and you’ll take mine.”

Dean slams home, conquering your cunt as if he owns it. And for today, he does. You owe him five hundred bucks, after all.

He bucks his hips, groaning when your wet velvet walls take every inch of his cock. Dean leans over you, his greasy shirt ruining your new shirt. His hands grip your waist, holding you still as he starts moving his hips.

Your breath catches in your throat, hearing the squelching sound of your cunt sucking his thick length in. You choke out a moan, feeling yourself get lost in the way Dean fucks you.

Each hard thrust draws the sweetest noises from your lips. He laughs but doesn’t stop moving. Dean is all too eager to fill you, again and again.

You try to find leverage, clutching at the car, whining as you cannot fight the approaching high Dean forces on your body. “That’s a good whore,” he growls in your ear, hips moving faster. “Come on, cream my cock. Pay me back for my hard work!”

“Yes…I…” Your body trembles as the force of your climax hits you unexpectedly. “Fuck…”

“Yeah, fuck,” he groans when his movement grows erratic. Dean spills into you but doesn’t pull out. You both pant heavily, still lying on top of the hood of the car, when someone clears his throat behind you.

“If you are done now, we should head out. The owner will be back soon, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see your naked ass,” Sam chastises.

Your legs are shaking when Dean pulls out of you. He helps you stand before tugging himself away.

“Well, it looks like at least one person enjoyed the show,” Dean grins when turning around to face his brother. He’s used to Sam watching you and him have sex. “Next time, give us some more time.”

“Like hell,” Sam laughs and turns to leave you and his brother alone. He tugs at his pants because he cannot stop thinking about taking his brother’s place, or at least joining you in your role-plays…

[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

Don’t fear your kinks (26) - Pimp my car

Summary: Dean and the reader continue their kink party. This time: Mechanic Dean and Customer!Reader.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: role-play, smut, unprotected sex, language, sex over a car/on a car, doggy style, broke reader, voyeurism (implied), consensual dub-con (just to be safe)

A/N: It's been a while, huh...but we are back in action now...

Don’t fear your kinks Masterlist

Catch up here: Part 25

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” The cockiest and, at the same time, most handsome man you ever met asks as you enter his auto repair shop. He dips his head, giving you a once-over while licking his sinfully plump lips.

He’s not the kind of guy you expect to meet at a place like this. If you meet him for the first time, you’d think he’s a male model or something.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teases while his piercing green eyes are glued to your face. “You have to answer me, lady. I cannot help you if you remain silent.”

“Uhm… My car is making an odd noise. It’s a classic car, and no one could repair it. I heard you’re an expert and can repair every car.” You splutter.

“A classic car?” he asks and steps closer to look at your car. He slides his fingertips over the hood, humming as you follow his every move with your eyes. “A 1967 Chevy Impala. What a beauty.” He says, but looks at you. “How’d you find her?”

“Wrong guy, but the right car,” you coo and step toward the mechanic. “I stole his car after he called me a needy bitch.”

“A needy bitch.” He nods. “What kind of douche calls his lovely girlfriend a bitch?” The mechanic smirks darkly, something else in mind than repairing your car. “Let me look at her and take good care of your girl.”

You step aside, giving the mechanic the chance to open the door to the driver’s seat. “The name’s Dean, sweetheart,” he says while claiming the driver’s seat. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you reply, watching Dean start the engine. It roars to life, but the engine dies seconds later. “See, that’s the problem.” You sigh deeply. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She needs someone to take good care of her…engine.” He gives you a lopsided grin. “Let me handle this beauty. I know how to take good care of a girl.” His voice drops lower with every word, making you shudder. “Come back in two hours. I should be done with her then.”

“Five hundred bucks?” You gape at Dean. What you believed was a simple problem turned out to be a very expensive one. He repaired your car, and now he wants you to pay him five hundred bucks. “I don’t have so much money!”

“Well then, you shouldn’t have brought your car here,” he huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge, and you get distracted for a second as he says, “Maybe we can find a better way for you to pay me back.”

His eyes roam your body, undressing you with clear intentions.

“What do you mean?” You gasp as he stalks toward you. He grabs you by your hips, yanking you closer until your bodies are pressed flush against each other. “HEY!”

“You know what I mean,” he purrs your name and thrusts his hips forward, letting you feel his arousal.

“That’s…no…that’s…” You babble mindlessly as he cups your face with his greasy hand. “Dean… I can pay you in a week or less…promised.”

“I don’t give a fuck about money,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “How about you let me give you the same service I gave your car? You won’t regret it. I’m an expert in satisfying my customers.”

He spins you around, manhandling you, bending you over the hood of your car. You don’t fight him when he shoves your skirt up to your waist. He groans because you’re not wearing panties today.

“I knew you were a little slut. Coming here, no money in your pocket but a pussy to tempt me,” he curses your name because he won’t make any money today. “This is mine.”

Dean slaps one hand between your legs, touching your heated flesh with his skilled fingers. “There she goes. Already so wet that I can just slip inside your hungry cunt and fuck you.”

You whimper, unsure if you’re scared or excited, as you hear him unzip his pants. “I can pay you.” He laughs and pumps himself a few times. “Soon. I swear.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” he leans over your trembling body, guiding his throbbing into your slit, “too late. I’ll take a huge tip today, and you’ll take mine.”

Dean slams home, conquering your cunt as if he owns it. And for today, he does. You owe him five hundred bucks, after all.

He bucks his hips, groaning when your wet velvet walls take every inch of his cock. Dean leans over you, his greasy shirt ruining your new shirt. His hands grip your waist, holding you still as he starts moving his hips.

Your breath catches in your throat, hearing the squelching sound of your cunt sucking his thick length in. You choke out a moan, feeling yourself get lost in the way Dean fucks you.

Each hard thrust draws the sweetest noises from your lips. He laughs but doesn’t stop moving. Dean is all too eager to fill you, again and again.

You try to find leverage, clutching at the car, whining as you cannot fight the approaching high Dean forces on your body. “That’s a good whore,” he growls in your ear, hips moving faster. “Come on, cream my cock. Pay me back for my hard work!”

“Yes…I…” Your body trembles as the force of your climax hits you unexpectedly. “Fuck…”

“Yeah, fuck,” he groans when his movement grows erratic. Dean spills into you but doesn’t pull out. You both pant heavily, still lying on top of the hood of the car, when someone clears his throat behind you.

“If you are done now, we should head out. The owner will be back soon, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see your naked ass,” Sam chastises.

Your legs are shaking when Dean pulls out of you. He helps you stand before tugging himself away.

“Well, it looks like at least one person enjoyed the show,” Dean grins when turning around to face his brother. He’s used to Sam watching you and him have sex. “Next time, give us some more time.”

“Like hell,” Sam laughs and turns to leave you and his brother alone. He tugs at his pants because he cannot stop thinking about taking his brother’s place, or at least joining you in your role-plays…