Birthday Wishes
A/N: This is kind of a sequel to New Traditions, but it can be read as a standalone. Square being filled for @jacklesversebingo : "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." will be in bold
Warnings: 18+ONLY, Threesome, Shower sex, PinV, Voyeurism(I think), Oral(m recieving), Cum swallowing, language, fluff and bantering and aftercare
Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader x Sam (NO WINCHEST)
All mistakes are mine! All kind feedback is appreciated and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for this special occasion we have today! 🤍
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Happy Birthday to Dean!🥂😍
“Be quiet! You're going to wake him up!” You whisper yelled to Sam behind Dean's bedroom door.
“You be quiet! Isn't that kind of our plan?”
You shot daggers at him. You balanced a lavishly decorated pie on your hands. You knew that Dean cherished the taste more than how it looked, but since it was his birthday, you took your sweet time in the morning at baking and decorating it. Everything had to be perfect.
“Oh, shut up.” You grumbled. “Open the door.” You ordered Sam. With a roll of his eyes, he quietly opened the door, letting you enter first. Both of you stopped in front of his bed, where Dean was still sound asleep, slightly snoring. You looked at Sam, quietly mouthing to him. “On three.” He nodded in agreement and you started to count silently.
On three, both of you shouted from the top of your lungs. “Happy Birthday, Dean!” Which was a very, very bad decision on your part, because you had forgotten who Dean is - a hunter, who’s ready to attack at any given moment, but he gladly reminded you that. “AAAAHHHH!” Dean woke up with a scream and now there was his gun pointed at you, accompanied by his tired, grumpy gaze. You and Sam both quickly ducked down to the floor, away from the line of fire. “It’s us, babe! Please… please put away your gun!” You tried to control yourself not to laugh at his reaction.
“What were you two thinking that would happen when you’d wake me up like that?” Dean uncocked his gun and put it back under his pillow. Staying still on the floor, you raised your hand, holding the pie high up in the air. “Sorry! We come bearing gifts!” Slowly both of your heads rose up from behind the bed. Seeing Dean sit up with a wide grin on his still sleepy face, both Sam and you repeated yourselves with smiles. “Happy Birthday, Dean!”
You climbed onto Dean’s lap, pulling him into a slow kiss. “You really didn’t have to do this, but thank you, baby..” He whispered against your lips, intertwining his fingers through your hair. With a low hum, you pulled away reluctantly. Carefully placing the pie between you two, you pulled 3 small candles and a lighter out of your apron pocket. “I didn’t find any of those number candles and I figured that 45 of those small ones would be difficult to fit on here. So..” You put the candles in the middle of the pie together. “...I settled on three!” you said with a smile and lighted them up. Sam had sat down on the other side of the bed. “Make a wish, brother.” You both stared at him excitedly. Dean looked at you with an raised eyebrow and a cocky half-smile, before blowing out the candles.
He put the pie to the bedside table and pulled you closer. “Want to know what I wished for?” Dean whispered softly into your ear, and followed it with gentle pecks down your neck, completely ignoring that Sam was also sitting there. You couldn’t help but hum when his lips left a hot trail of kisses on your clavicle. “What if you tell me that and it wouldn’t come true?” You whimpered quietly when you felt his fingers dig into your hips. Dean pulled away and looked at both you and Sam in turns. “I hope that won't be a problem today.” He grinned. You adjusted yourself on his lap so you were now straddling him. “In that case, we're all ears.”
Dean pulled you closer to kiss you again. “It's related to something we started in November. Remember?”
You smiled against his lips. “Mmm…Vaguely. You might have to refresh my memory. Or just tell me what you were thinking for today.”
After your birthday, the three of you came to an agreement. A celebratory threesome on each of your birthdays. Only on birthdays. And of course, all of you had to be okay with that on the day of.
“We had a lot of fun on your birthday, Y/N, didn't we? But today, I just want to watch.” He grabbed your hips and shifted on the bed, so you were pinned under him. It was so sudden, you couldn't even make a sound. “Watch? Really?” Sam asked through a smile. Dean turned his predatory gaze away from your face to his brother. “Yes..in the shower.”
From past experiences you and Dean had had when having the occasional threesomes to keep everything excited and new in your sex life, you knew that Dean had gotten voyeuristic, so to speak. He loved taking care of you himself, but he also enjoyed seeing you getting pleasured by another man or woman, whoever had joined you for the night. And he knew you liked it when he watched you from the sidelines. It was a win-win-win situation to all of you.
You looked at Sam to see his reaction. “Don't look at me, whatever you want, Y/N.”
You wiggled yourself out from Dean's arms and looked at the boys, grinning from ear to ear, barely able to contain your excitement. “When?”
To your dismay, it was not immediately after he woke up. I need coffee, babe, after that wake up call you two gave me, Dean had said. You were completely bored out of your mind after breakfast. Now, Sam and Dean were reading in the library, or doing research or something like that. You tried that too. Having chosen an interesting looking book about some famous exorcisms(not that you were actually going to read it), you sat down in the arm chair in the corner of the library. That spot was actually strategically planned by you. You could've sat at the table with them, but then you wouldn't have the view you had now. Both of them sat at the table on either side of it, facing each other, an array of books between them. Sam was sitting with his back towards you, giving you an excellent chance to admire his muscular shoulders and back, that tensed up from time to time when he found something interesting that he had to share with you. So you had only Sam's backside to admire, but Dean? Dean was in a much better position for you to stare at. The concentration was clear on his face. His eyes were focused on whatever he was reading in the moment, strong brows furrowing and his nose was scrunched just a little tiny bit, in the most adorable way that only he was able to.
He leaned onto his forearms, biceps bulging in his gray hoodie. Those arms…He could throw you around like a ragdoll, if only given a chance to do so. Occasionally, you didn't mind a little manhandling in the bedroom. You loved the fact that this 6’1 handsome as hell hunter was able to easily overpower you.
“I can feel you staring.” You were caught. You sank into the chair, pulling the book up to hide your face.
“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm reading a very interesting book here. Definitely don't have time to stare at you two.” You heard a chair scraping against the floorboards, followed by heavy steps. Dark shadow was cast over you, but you refused to look up at him.
“And here I thought you just liked the view. I guess I was wrong.” You bit your bottom lip and finally turned your gaze up at him. “Somebody better call the news station; the Great Dean Winchester admits he is wrong.”
Dean stared down at you with a devilish smirk. “Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling. You have a three second head start, then you know what's going to happen.” You knew you were now in trouble. But it didn't stop you from turning it into your advantage.
You quickly got up from the chair, throwing the book down and bolted away from him. “One!” You peeled off your shirt, leaving yourself only in your bra. “Two! What are you doing?” He couldn't hold back his laughter. “Catch me and you'll see!”
You unbuttoned your jean shorts, but removing them on the move turned out to be too acrobatic for you, so you face-planted, not so gracefully, onto the hallway floor and bursted out laughing. “Oww!”
“Three! I'm coming!” You heard him closing in on you.
“No, Dean! I slipped!” You were laughing so hard it started to hurt your stomach and you couldn't breathe properly. You tried your best to crawl away from him, but he caught up quickly. Suddenly, Dean pulled you up from the floor and threw you over his shoulder. “No! Dean..pleasee. Put me down!” Your shrikes were echoing through the Bunker.
“What are you doing?” Sam had joined you in the hallway. You were hitting Dean's ass with all your might, but it had no effect on him. Instead, he started to lightly pinch your inner thighs, making you wiggle from the ticklish feeling.
“Dean, you are mean! Sam, help!” You whined out.
“Y/N, baby, you started it.” He threw a look over his shoulder at Sam who was now following you curiously.
“Sam will have his part soon.”
Dean held you tightly in his grip and brought you to the Bunker’s communal shower. He finally put you down and gave you a long look. “You’re still up for it?” You ran your fingers through his hair down to the zipper of his hoodie, slowly pulling it open. “I've been ready since morning. Almost thought I'd have to start solo.” You smirked at him, pushing his hoodie off his shoulders. Dean's hands slid lower to your shorts, finishing what you'd started and pushed them over round ass down.
He kissed you slowly, and you instinctively parted your lips to let him in. Dean's hands cupped your ass cheeks, his blunt fingernails digging into your skin. You just couldn't help but moan.
“Uhh, I can let you two just be, you know?” Sam said a little awkwardly. “No, stay.” You and Dean said at the same time. “I mean, if you want to of course.” Dean added, and turned you to face Sam, while he stayed behind you. Sam pulled off his flannel and turned on one of the showers.
“Guess we know his answer.” Dean whispered against your neck, making goosebumps travel all over your body.
“As I said, today I want to just watch. Are you okay with that?” Dean made sure you hadn't changed your mind about this. You were shuddering when you felt his hot breath on your skin and you locked your eyes with Sam's. “I want this, I'm sure, Dean.”
He slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders and unclasped it, letting it fall off completely. “Well, we better get you ready for him then.” He slipped his fingers into your panties, straight over your sensitive bud, making you gasp loudly in his arms. The other hand started to massage your breast. “Ohh, fuuckk..” You had already drenched your panties, so there was no question whether you were ready for Sam or not.
Sam had undressed himself too, leaving only Dean in his clothes. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and threw it to Sam. “Wrap it up.” He grinned widely.
When you and Dean ever started thinking about having a threesome, both of you agreed that one, non-negotiable term for both of you was no unprotected penetration with another person. Not for you, not for him. You were on the pill anyways, but the only person you still truly trusted with your body was Dean and vice versa. It didn't even matter if they had proof that they were clean. If they had a problem with that? Well, their loss of an awesome night.
Dean nudged you towards Sam and the shower, and began to remove his own clothing too. Excitement was building in your lower stomach and your heart had started pounding. Sam stood under the shower, water running in streams down his chiseled body. You stopped in front of him and pulled him down to a searing kiss. Slowly, not breaking the kiss, Sam turned you around so you were now under the hot stream of water. You quickly pulled away from him to wet your hair completely.
Sam's hands started exploring your body, making you feel like he knew it better than yourself. His fingers dug into your skin while his lips moved along your jaw down to your neck, leaving a hot trail in their wake. You were absolutely amazed by both men, how considerate they were with you. And they were blessed. “Fuck, Sammy..please. I need it. Just…please..ahhh..fuck me.” You weren't holding back on noises and moans. Today you didn't have to.
“How do you want me?” Sam whispered against your neck. You moved out of the water again and stepped in front of Sam, turning your back at him again.
In the meantime, Dean had sat down on a chair across the shower against the wall. He sat there in his glorious nakedness, absentmindedly stroking his cock. His eyes were closed for now, but it was almost as if he felt your gaze on him; they opened in a flash.
You heard the foil packet open behind you and a second later Sam gently pushed himself into you. You let your head hang forward and were bracing yourself on the wall by one hand.
You hummed quietly at Sam's slow thrusts, without even realizing it. You were completely consumed by pleasure from him moving inside you as he softly continued to caress your back.
Dean’s low chuckle brought you back to reality. “You really like that, don't you, sweetheart?” Dean's lust blown eyes locked with yours. “I certainly like the view I have from here.”
You were already so pent up from the morning, you couldn't make any louder noise than just sigh. “Oh.. he's.. he's good, Dean..so..fucking good..” your hands started to slip on the wall, when Sam’s moves quickened up, but he swiftly placed one arm around you to hold you steady.
Dean was staring at you under his lashes and you refused to look away. “Y/N, touch yourself.” He asked quietly and you moved your arm between your legs, sliding your fingers over your bud in circles. You could immediately feel yourself closing in to the edge of the sweet release.
“Dean, you know I can't go on long like this.” You cried out, and shut your eyes, but still continued moving your hand. Sam was groaning quietly into your ear when your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you're killing me, Y/N.”
“Who said I wanted you to?” Dean slowly got up from the chair and walked towards you, still jerking himself off. You reached out to him to pull him closer, but he took a step back teasingly. “Dean!” You whined loudly. “Come here..”
He finally stood in front of you and you pulled him into a sloppy kiss and pushed his hand away from his cock, claiming it for your own. “I'm com…fuckk!” you pulled away from your kiss and your head fell onto Dean's chest. Your legs started trembling from the pleasure and you felt almost lightheaded, but you didn't stop moving your hand. With few last hard thrusts, Sam stopped inside you with a groan. He pulled slowly out and you immediately sank onto your knees down to the floor in front of Dean. With the intention of sucking him off, you took his dick deep into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out. His fingers intertwined in your hair as started to buck his hips forward into you. “Oh, sweetheart, you're so perfect. So..good.” Dean softly moaned looking down on you. You took care of Dean, slowly and deliberately moaning every now and then, while Sam showered. “I'll let you two lovebirds be.” He grinned after finishing and left you and Dean to enjoy yourselves in the bathroom.
“Shit, Y/N, I'm close. Are you gonna swallow?” Dean asked out of breath and you nodded enthusiastically. Keeping the constant eye contact, he started to drive deeper into your throat. You held your breath until you saw that he was on his last moves before you pulled away and let his cock sit on the tip of your tongue, hot seed spurting onto your tongue and lips. “Fuck!” Dean grunted hard and slowly slid back into your mouth, letting you lick him clean. You swallowed every drop you caught and took a deep breath before getting up.
You looked into Dean's eyes before leaning in to kiss him. His taste was still lingering on your tongue when you licked his lips gently to get access to his mouth to share it with him. You cupped his cheek with one hand, the other one raked through his damp hair trying to pull him even closer to you than he already was, but Dean held you tenderly close to his body, keeping his kisses soft and sweet.
“I'm cold.” You smiled against his lips. He pulled you tighter into his warm embrace and placed a kiss onto your temple. “Let's get you into the shower then.” He turned the water on again and let it run over your body to warm you up. He then reached to your left to grab your shampoo to wash your hair. You immediately protested when you saw how much he squirted out of the bottle. “Babe! Not so much! You're wasting it!” You tried to hold back your laugh when you scolded him, but seeing his green eyes widen up when it started overflowing his palm was just too funny. You managed to catch half of it and rubbed it into his hair before he could maneuver out of your way.
“Hey! It's a girly shampoo!”
“Well, it's your own fault. I can't put it back into the bottle, can I?” You reached up again and started to massage his scalp with your fingers, making him relax and close his eyes in delight. “Feels so good, darling.” He said quietly before opening his eyes again and massaging the shampoo through your hair in return.
You felt like you were almost melting in his arms from the satisfaction and relaxation. You closed your arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly, whispering against them: “Happy birthday, Dean! I love you.” He smiled and sighed into the kiss. “Thank you, baby. I love you more..” You exhaled contently and rested your head against his chest, feeling happy to have found Dean, to be by your side now and for the better years to come.
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