#dean winchester loss of virginity

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Falling Into Me

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Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, Smut (p in v, fingering, oral f receiving), angst, loss of virginity, light fluff, feelings :(, real bad self-image issues

Summary/Warnings: You're a virgin, and it's really not a big deal. Everyone was a virgin once. You're just a virgin longer. Maybe forever, because nobody really seems to be willing to solve that problem for you.

You've never told Sam and Dean, and you don't have any intention to. Ever. But when a hunt goes wrong, Dean finds out. And he might have been keeping something from you as well.

Author's Note: This might be the horniest thing I've ever written. Enjoy <3!

Title from Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

Word Count: 8.9k

You haven’t slept in three days, and it’s starting to be a problem. But you can’t afford to sleep. You can only drink staler and staler coffee, sit at the motel table, and pretend this is a case that, somehow, you’re going to solve. That Dean isn’t grumpier than usual, and Sam doesn’t constantly look like he’s going to kill the next person that dares to have an incorrect idea. It’s why you volunteered for the next round of interviews. You don’t want to be there when one of them snaps and kills the other, and while you wouldn’t love to return to the room and find it covered in blood, at least then you’d have an excuse to call it.

You wouldn’t call it. You’d work the case until it was done, because that’s what you do. And Sam and Dean won’t kill each other, because they’re Sam and Dean. That said, you are expecting a pouting Dean to pacing back and forth outside the room as he waits for you to return, and a grumble about how Sammy said he was being annoying and needed to walk it off. You’re more than prepared to give him a sympathetic smile and ask him if he was being annoying. And he’ll probably protest that he wasn’t, and you’ll raise your brows, and he’ll admit he mighta been drumming really loud while eating the chips.

It’s not an unreasonable expectation. None of you have slept, because this thing is insane. There’s no obvious pattern to the victims, no connections, nothing in line with everything you’ve ever seen. It’s men and woman, a wide age range, no previous coflicts or knowledge of each other in life. There are holes through theirs chests that could be bullet wounds, but obviously aren’t, because Bullets don’t remove the heart from the body. But it’s not werewolves, because werewolves aren’t clean killers like this and every fucking person in this stupid town has passed the silver test. There’s a new kill every night, and a new body every morning, and another reason for you, Sam, and Dean to start screaming every day. Every hour makes you all wired, because it’s closer and closer to another evening where you won’t have caught this asshole and another person will die.

And it’s become really easy to get on each other’s nerves. Sam was mad at Dean because he’d purposefully gotten you all burgers instead of Sam’s rabbit food, you’re mad at Sam because he said you were bad at poker—and you are, but what the fuck—and Dean’s mad at you because-

Dean’s not mad at you. You and Dean don’t really get mad at each other. You understand each other, better than you’ve ever understood anyone else, and it’s the perfect amount of alike that you’ll lend him grace you wouldn’t lend anyone else—including yourself—but you don’t see enough of your own twisting, molding innards to hate him. You mostly see something better. A man that has all the same rotting parts, but has made something out of them while you just waste away in toxins.

And you think Dean sees something similar in you. It’s why you’d been obnoxiously chewing potato chips, right in his ear, and he hadn’t punched you or snatched the bag away from your hands. He’d just rolled his eyes, grabbed one of his own, and started chewing in Sam’s ear.

So you hadn’t really volunteered for interviews so much as been aggressively told by Sam you were doing interviews. And it was only fair Dean met the same fate.

But he hadn’t. And when you opened the door to the room, they both looked happy. 

Dean practically shouts your name when he sees you, wildly gesturing for you to join them at the table. “Sammy found it!” He grins at you almost manically, and it’s a little adorable. “We can finally fucking leave.”

“I might have found it,” Sam corrects, his smile a little more tentative, but still real. “And we can’t leave yet. Not until we actually get the thing-“

“Obviously, dude, but that’ll be soon, instead of in a million years.” Dean looks to you for agreement. “I mean, c’mon. You guys can’t really wanna stay in hicktown Ohio forever?”

You shrug. “I dunno. Good coffee.”

Dean glares at you. “The coffee tastes like ass and you freakin’ know it-“

“Dean.” You give him a flat look. “Do I actually get to know what the monster is?”

Sam sighs. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I already don’t love it, it’s a monster that’s killed like, ten people-“

“Worse than that.” Dean lets out a dry chuckle. “It’s sorta like a dragon.”

You, very suddenly, don’t feel really well. Everything is hotter than it had been a second ago, and the walls seem to be closing in as your skin begins to prickle and ache. “Like a dragon?” You ask, forcing your voice to remain steady. “Or a dragon?”

“Like a dragon. Tell her, Sammy.”

Sam shoots Dean a glare—not happy being thrown under the bus—and mutters, “It’s a unicorn.”

You stare at him for a long minute, then shake your head. “It’s a what.”

“Unicorn.” Sam mumbles. “They’re, uh, looks like they’re real.”

“But not Pinky Pie and Disney.” Dean adds, turning Sam’s laptop for you to read. “Real fucking assholes.”

“They hunt virgins.” Sam explains. “To bond with. And it’ll kill anyone who falsely lures it.”

“Stab the poor son of a bitch right through the heart, then pull that sucker right out.” Dean adds, spreading his legs and propping his elbows on his knees. “And it looks like it’ll go after chicks and dudes, any age, so that’s why there’s no pattern. You’re able to fuck, you’re fair game.”

“Oh, cool.” You mutter, a lump starting to form in your throat. “I’m always looking for equal opportunity murderers in the monsters I hunt.” 

“Yeah, well, it’s gonna make it a little harder to find the thing.” Sam grabs his laptop back, frowning at the screen. “It’ll take a human form, then look for a virgin. And it won’t be able to tell until it gets the person’s heartbeat up, so it might be a guy or a girl, depending on who it’s hunting tonight.”

“But,” you glance at Dean, who’s grinning as you start to put it together. “It is hunting tonight.”

“Hunts every night.” Dean says, rubbing his hands together. “And we don’t know where, but we can take some guesses. Split up and look at all the bars in town ’till one of us finds something, then gank this douchebag and get the hell out of here.”

“Split up?” You whisper, something wired and flailing coiling around your guts. “That’s, um, shouldn’t we stick together? If it’ll go after anyone?”

“Not everyone.” Same shrugs. “Low, uh, body counts. I guess. Low enough that it can’t tell immediately.”

“So we just need a bunch of whores?"

Dean snorts. “Well tonight,” he spreads his arms, shooting you a wink that really isn’t helpful right now. “We’re the whores, Sweetheart. We’re safe, and we’re going to kick some unicorn ass.”

It’s a cheesy, stupid thing to say, and usually you’d laugh and crack a joke back. Something about unicorn ass and whores that you can’t really think of right now, because there’s bile in your throat and something heavy fogging over your brain.

“How do we, uh,” your tongue is numb in your mouth, and every word is dragged out of your throat. “How do we kick a unicorn’s ass.”

“Well, we’re looking for electrical malfunctions, golden eyes when it gets, uh, excited, and a refusal to drink anything but water.” Sam frowns at the screen, looking up at you with a half-shrug. “Anything amoral seems to knock it down, so just, uh, swear? Then shoot it with iron. Iron kills it.”

“And, um,” you swallow, tugging at the fabric of your sleeves. “What’s gonna to the virgin? If the unicorn finds it?”

Sam sighs. “They, uh, they seem to use them.”

Dean frowns, leaning around to try and read the screen. “Use them-“ 

“Their purity. Use their purity.” Sam raises his brows, and you can see the exact moment it clicks in Dean’s head. 

“That’s...” Dean trails off, running a hand over his face. “Shit.” 

Sam mutters an agreement, and your mouth feels like sandpaper, your heart beating like it’s trying to escape your chest.

“And after?” You whisper, a little unsure you want to actually ask the question, or know the answer. “After they’re used?” 

“Well, they’re not ‘pure’ anymore.” Sam puts an air quote around pure, and you feel a little sick. “So, uh, stab.”

“Oh.” You nod slowly. You might need to lie down. “Stab.”

Dean looks over you with a drawn brow, his voice low and cautious as he says your name. “Are feelin’ okay-“

“I’m fine.” You remember how to smile, and hope it looks real. Not like your teeth are starting to feel out of place in your mouth, and you can’t seem to find enough spit to choke on. “Let’s get the unicorn ass.”

Dean doesn’t look convinced. Hell, Sam doesn’t look convinced. But they both let it go for now, and you can breathe just a little easier knowing you’re not barreling towards a fight.

But only a little easier. 

Because you’re fucked.

Virginity is a funny thing. It’s just a social construct, but it’s a social construct some monsters seem to take as scripture, making it a hazardous thing to still have in your line of work. 

And you hadn’t meant to be a hazard. It just kind of happened. Because it started as something that was a given to have, then turned into something that you just were a little too busy to lose, before becoming an awkward conversation you’re not willing to have. Something that hangs, silent and sharp, over your head and around your throat. Something that’s now a question of why? Why is it never you? You’re not ugly. You’re even pretty enough that, if you tell someone, they won’t believe you and it’ll all feel worse. You’re even pretty enough that you’ve seen people size you up at bars, but none of them ever approach you.

So it might just be you. You might just have something on your face that gives away that you’re more trouble than you’re worth, a little too rough to touch and not have it sting, telling people stay away. 

And Sam and Dean will never know. You’re already a little younger, a little worse of a hunter, a small problem when they’re obviously trying to take someone to their bed but the girl sees you and makes quick and inaccurate assumptions. Sam is better at brushing them off—She’s like my little sister—but Dean gets red and awkward and suddenly loses all his well-practiced charm. He sulks back to the table, and won’t look you in the eyes for an hour or walk with you back to the bar. You’re honestly shocked neither of them have thrown you to the curb by now, an you’re not going to give them another reason to. Another reason for Sam to make a sad, puppy-eyed pity face and Dean to stare at you like he’s not sure you’re real. Like there’s no way someone could’ve possibility survived as a hunter like this. 

And a small, well-contained part of you wishes Dean would look at you the way he looks at other women. Like they still have beautiful, horrible secrets that he’d love to uncover with only his hands and mouth. 

You’ve got secrets. Dean can’t have them—because they’re a liability and you’re not looking to lose him forever—but you really wish he’d just look at you. Once, really look at you, and not see you. See something so much better, that you think he’s always a little close to finding, that nobody else ever seems willing to try and look for.

You’re a little grateful they left you alone in this backwater dive bar. It would hurt to watch Dean flirt right now, when everything feels raw and wired in your body, and every time someone drops next to you at the bar you feel more and more sick. There are quick, polite conversations with random strangers who sound like they’d rather be anywhere than here, with you, and by the time you’ve repeated your cover story for the eighth time your lungs are wrapped iron and your nails feel like a burden on your fingers.

It’ll be over by tonight. All three of you know what you’re looking for, so the unicorn will be dead before sunrise, and you won’t have to do any explanations about why you’ve been quiet and tense since Dean said like a dragon. Nobody will look at you with pity or confusion, nobody will get hurt, and you won’t end up with a hole in your heart as the only people that have ever seen you to be worth something realize just how wrong they were. That you’re really just a small, useless burden that even a literal monster wouldn’t be able to stomach the presence of-

“You here all by yourself?”

Something sparks in your gut at the voice, coming from off to the side, because for a second you really think it’s Dean. It’s deep, moves through your whole body, and knocks loose something in your lower gut that always makes you feel hungry, but it’s not Dean. When you turn, the man next to you looks like someone ran Dean through a printer too many times and he came out faded. A little too short, not quite as broad, all the pretty scars that make Dean Dean seemingly vanished, and a gleam in his eyes that Dean’s never had. It’s a little more feral, without any playfulness or glowing shadows. Too much yellow instead of green, the cocky smirk just a little off, none of it right. None of it Dean.

“I’m, um,” you frown, because this man even smells like Dean. “I’m waiting for a friend. He’s running late.”

Not-Dean clicks his tongue. “Shame, leaving a pretty girl like you all alone. You want some company until your boyfriend shows up?”

You shake your head, turning your glass around in your hand. “Not my boyfriend. And I’m actually…” You trail off, your eyes falling on the man’s own glass. The clear liquid inside. “You drinking vodka?”

“Am I- Oh, sure.” The man chuckles, raising his drink for you to click. “Here’s to not-boyfriends-“

“Can I have some?”

You watch the man carefully as he looks between you and the glass. “Nah, sweetie, you don’t want this, it’s some strong stuff-“

Sweetie. Not sweetheart. Not Dean, not right, not safe. And something is starting to crawl over your skin and shoot up your spine, making you sit a little taller as your heart pounds louder and louder. 

As Not-Dean licks his lips, and scans over you with yellow eyes that might be shining. 

Fuck.

“I, um, I’m gonna go call my friend.” You start to shift off your seat, pulling your phone slowly out of your pocket. “He should’ve been here a few minutes ago, and I’m worried-“

“C’mon, you haven’t even told me your name.” Not-Dean wiggles his brows, and it looks wrong on his face. “Bet I can guess, if you give me a hint-“

“No, it’s fine, my name is, uh…” you look down at your phone, the screen completely black. You’d charged it before you left.

“Your name?” Not-Dean prompts, grabbing your arm. Holding you near him, at the bar. “I’d really love to learn it. I could teach you a few things in exchange-“

“I was never given a name!” Your voice is a frantic shout, Not-Dean’s eyes narrow, and you do the only thing you can think of. Punch Not-Dean square in the face, yank your arm from his grip, and run. Fucking sprint out of the bar and not allow yourself to falter as you hear a roar that’s a little hoarse and off pitched. Like a horse keen. Like a wounded animal.

Like a monster.

Splitting up had been a terrible fucking idea. Now you’re alone, you don’t have even an idea where Sam and Dean are, and you can’t afford to stop and jack a car because you can hear it in the distance. Hooves, clapping against the pavement, getting closer and closer as you begin to run out of breath. You can’t hide, it can hear you, and you can’t go faster because you already feel faint and everything is beginning to collapse in your body. Muscles tightening and skin crawling and eyes pushing out of your skull, every breath too shallow and every step too short. 

You fall to your knees behind a truck, wrapping a hand around your own throat and trying to force your heartbeat back down. Slow, even breathes that come out in choked gasps, nails digging into your skin as the hooves slow, and you hear a low sputtering sound from somewhere behind you. 

And it’s too quiet. You can’t hear anything but your blood in your ears, and all you can see in the night is the flickering yellow light of a streetlamp in the distance. You squeeze your eyes shut and swallow every breath, hoping you can force yourself out before the unicorn finds you. You don’t want to be used. You don’t want to be alone. You just want Dean, where’s Dean, why the fuck did you let him leave you alone, why didn’t you tell him the truth, why can’t you think of anything else but Dean, where’s Dean-

There’s something hot on your neck, and a large presence at your side. Something like spit is being splattered on your neck, and you can’t contain the vomit when a too-rough hand trails up your arm-

“Get the fuck back, you son of a bitch!”

A loud bang cuts through the air—making you jump out of your skin as a heavy body slumps onto yours—and it sounds like church bells and music. It sounds like Dean. That’s his voice shouting your name, his arms wrapping around your body and carrying you away from the unicorn, his breath fanning over your face as he sits you on the curb and starts to turn your face in his hands.

“Fuck, never should’ve left you, but I didn’t-“ Dean cuts himself off with a huff, and you think he’s talking to himself more than you. “Did the asshole touch you anywhere I can’t see?”

You shake your head, keeping your eye glued shut as you curl your hands in Dean’s shirt. Maybe Dean’s shirt. Not-Dean had been wearing plaid too, and you don’t have the nerve or will to open your eyes and seen if it’s your Dean, or the cheap unicorn knockoff.

“Shit, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me. Sam’s on his way, but we gotta get you out of here-“

“Didn’t touch me.” You whisper, fighting every urge into your body to curl forwards and start sobbing weak and pointless apologies. “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay? You think, fuck-“ Dean’s arm—bigger, warmer, maybe actual Dean—loops around your waist, his voice a little closer to your ear. “Need you to hold onto me, got it? We’re goin’ back to the car, and you gotta, fuck, can you open your damn eyes?”

They fly open, almost on command, and it’s Dean. The smell of whiskey is stronger, more authentic, and his face is sharp in all the right places, and it’s really Dean. 

And he looks pissed. His touch on your body is careful, and his eyes are attentive and sparked with worry, but his jaw is clenched, and his every word is suddenly pushed through his teeth.

“You’re gonna hold onto me.” He orders, holding your wide-eyed gaze with a glower. “I’ll take a better look at you when we get back to the room-“

“Dean, I’m fine-“

“And,” Dean barrels on, as if he didn’t even hear you. “We’re going to have a chat. You’re, I can’t-” he shakes his head scooping you fully into his arms. “Just hold on.”

He sounds pissed. Dean’s rigid and silent the whole ride back to the hotel, his grip white-knuckled and tight on the wheel, and you feel even worse than before. This is it. He had to save you, and he’s going to learn why he had to save you, and he might not kick you out but he won’t look at you the same again. No more ease or awe or comfort or understanding, because Dean’s rotten in places where the mold can be burned away with every good part of him, but you’re just rotten. Just a hideous thing that roars in your chest, just angry and cowardlyand revolting and wrong. You’re just wrong. 

All the panic and paralyzing adrenaline had left your body, so you push yourself out of the Impala on unsteady feet. Dean mutters something about Sam dealing with all the cleanup as he opens to motel room door, watching you shuffle inside with clenched fists and an unreadable expression. You flop onto the bed with a small whine, your body beginning to drown in exhaustion, your gaze locked on the peeling paint of the ceiling as Dean moves around the room out of your view.

“Why’d you come back?” You ask, your voice hoarse and weak, and Dean lets out a long, low exhale from somewhere off to the side.

“You were actin’ really weird.” He grunts. “Didn’t sound like yourself. Weren’t laughing at my jokes, or making fun of Sam. Looked sick every time one of us said stab.”

“I could’ve just been-“

“Don’t.” He snaps, and you crane your neck to see him at the foot of the bed, arms crossed and looking at you. Dean seems to be really looking at you, all of you, and you suddenly really wish he would stop. You’re complete exposed below him, under his glare, and he’s going to see something he hates. Something you don’t have a name for that you’ve never wanted him to see, never wanted him to find. The thing that makes everyone else look away.

But Dean’s attention is like a drug, and you need him to stop before you lose him, but you also never want him to stop watching you. It’s confusing and raw and makes you feel like a live wire, one word or touch or stare away from snapping and bursting into a million sparks.

And Dean’s still looking at you. 

“I didn’t,” you swallow, his eyes like a magnet on yours. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry-“

“Don’t.” He repeats, his voice lower. Harsher. “You’re not injured.”

You shake your head.

“Good. We need to talk.”

“Dean, I-“

“I’m asking the questions.” Dean leers over you slightly, and you nod again. “Why the fuck did that unicorn seem like it was hunting you.”

He knows the answer. His whole face is already painted in anger, and you know he knows. He just wants to hear you say it.

“Because it was hunting me.”

“Unicorns only hunt virgins.” Dean grunts your name, still not looking away. “You’re not-“

“I am.” You mumble, folding your arms over your own body as you drop back down onto the mattress. “Sorry.”

“Why would you say, fuck- Why in goddamn hell wouldn’t you tell me and Sam-“

“Tell you and Sam what?” You scowl at the ceiling. “That I’m untouched? Pure? Boring-“

“That you’d be in danger!” Dean all but roars, and you don’t flinch, but you do cringe. All the mold in your body feels as if it’s spreading like cancer, because Dean would never hurt you with his hands, but he might be about to curb stomp your heart with only his mouth. “I don’t give a shit about the virgin thing, I care that you were so fucking stupid to go off alone, that you didn’t trust me enough-“

“It’s not about trust, Dean,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut again. “And it’s not like you tell me everything-“

“I do! I’ve told you about all the shit in my past, and my fear of flying, and Rhonda Hurley, and that weird freaking dream I had with the mice in top hats-“

“That’s not the same!” You’re pushing back up on your palms, raising your voice to match Dean’s. You just need him to stop yelling at you, to rip the band-aid off and finally give up on you so you can rest. “This isn’t your business-“

“It’s my business if it’s gonna get you fucking killed, Sweetheart. And I coulda helped you-“

“Helped me?” You scoff. “I don’t need your help with this, Winchester, I’ve come to terms with it-“

There was a brief moment where Dean had looked like you’d kicked him, but it vanishes in a second as he gapes at you in disbelief. “To terms with virginity?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, holding his suddenly slack expression with your own glare. “Nobody wants me, it’s not a big deal-“ 

Dean snorts. “There’s no damn way you’re that stupid-“ 

“I am not stupid-“ 

“Yeah? Cause you’re a fucking idiot if you think nobody wants you.”

It’s your turn to gape at him. Your heart stumbles slightly in your chest, your fingers curling into bedsheets, and the world begins to spin as you try and understand his words. “What?”

“You,” Dean takes a firm step forward, drawing your name. “Are a fucking idiot if you think that there’s not one damn person on the planet who wants you.” 

“But-“

“Nah. No freakin’ buts.” He’s closer now, his knees bumping yours as he glowers down at you. “I’ve watched too many hair-gelled losers at bars size you up like they wanna take a bite for you to have buts. Hell, I’ve-“ Dean shakes his head, running a hand over his face. “Shit, there’s just, there’s no way-“

Your face twists back into a scowl. “Fuck off, Dean. It doesn’t matter if you believe me-“

“Oh, I believe you, Sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes flash, nostrils flaring as a low groan leaves his chest, rolling through the air and settling between your legs in an aching heat. “And I finally fucking get it. You just, you have no idea. I thought you just didn’t want it, but you’re just- Shit-“

“Dean,” your voice is soft, a little breathless, and can’t help but rub your thighs together as his hands start to flex at his sides. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“I know,” he mutters, scanning over your body with an almost predatory expression. “I’m not, I just gotta,” his gaze flies back to yours, his voice suddenly stern. “Sam tell you how the unicorn choses its form?”

You blink. “Wha-“

“It takes the form that will be most appealing to the target. To help the asshole get attention quickly. That unicorn,” his voice drop, deeper than you’ve ever heard it, and it takes all the will you have to not start fall back into in the sheets. “Looked kinda like me.”

“I, um, I don’t-“

“Do you want me?” Dean grunts your name, and you make the mistake of dropping your gaze down, to his pants. To where an impressive outline is straining against his jeans. 

“I’d, I mean, I’m not-“ You swallow, everything a dizzying haze of Dean. “Yeah, I think, but you’re not-“

“I’m not what?” He growls, kneeling down to your eye level, trailing a slow hand up your thigh. “Not interested?”

 “Yeah?”

“Wrong.” Dean’s hand moves higher, trailing closer and closer to your center before running back down to your knee. “So incredibly wrong, Sweetheart. I’ve wanted you since, fuck, since I first saw ya’. But you didn’t seem to want me, so I backed off, but if you just didn’t-“ He pauses, his brilliant green eyes suddenly tearing into your soul, unraveling you before he’s even touched bare skin. “Do you? Want me?”

“I already said-“

“You said yeah.” He mutters, rubbing his hand is a slow pattern on your knee. “Need you to say the full thing, before I do anything else.”

Dean’s face is suddenly softer, with something that aches and tugs on your own heart shining through his eyes, and you couldn’t lie to him if you tried. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to Dean. It feels cruel, and wrong, and as if you’d be denying yourself something so good and rare it will never be replicated if you walk away now. 

“I want you,” you whisper. “I’ve wanted you. But I’m not, it’s not going to be good for you. I mean, I know how to take care of that,” you point to the bulge in his pants, pressed slightly against your calf as he crouches before you, and Dean frowns. “But I’ve never, um, you know-“

“You’re not takin’ care of anything.” He says, scanning over your open face with drawn brows. “We’re doing this, it’s gonna be about you.”

“Oh.” There’s a little drool falling out of your mouth, Dean reaches up to swipe it away with his thumb, and your voice becomes a squeak. “Okay.”

“If you really wanna,” his mouth curves into a smirk, and you need it on yours now. “Next time, I’ll let you go to town on Little Dean.”

You can’t stop the small giggle escaping your lips, and it turns into a full laugh as Dean’s own grin grows, and nothing really feels that bad anymore. “Little Dean?”

“Compared to the rest of me, yeah.” Dean does a loose gesture at his broad, strong body, his grin growing cocky. Hungry. Starved. “But trust me, gorgeous. Ain’t nothing little about him.”

Your eyes widen, your thighs rubbing together as the need for him becomes almost unbearable, and Dean lets out a deep, low chuckle. 

“You want me, babygirl?”

You nod, and Dean’s eyes narrow as he squeezes his hand on your leg. 

“Need you to say it-“

“Yeah.” You whisper. “Yes, please.”

A grin splits over Dean’s handsome face, and his hand drifts to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours as he drawls your name. “I’m gonna need to get you ready, so just,” he pushes you slightly, and you fall flat on your back, moving your own hands to hold his against you. “Stay there, look pretty, and let me work.”

You nod, your vision already a little blurred with desire as you stare at the ceiling. Dean draws back, shuffling around at the edge of the bed, and you look up to see his shirt gone. It’s all warm, slightly golden and freckled skin, strong and soft in all the right places. His muscles flex as he takes a long, deep breath, and big, calloused hands lowering to trace over your midriff, his eyes never leaving yours.

“What’d I say about stayin’ there-“

“I, um,” you gasp a little as his hand slips under your shirt, bunching the material and starting to slowly pull it over your chest. “I’ve done other stuff. Just so you know. And I’ve done things to myself-“

“I bet you have,” Dean mutters, wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you carefully against him as he helps you out of your clothing. “Shit, Sweetheart, you’re so damn beautiful. Can’t wait to taste you, touch you, fucking ruin you-“

You let out a high, needy moan, burying your face in his neck and mumbling against his skin. “Please, Dean, just-“

You cut yourself off with a gasp as his free hand slips into your pants, cupping your pussy over the fabric of your underwear and rubbing back and forth so torturously slow you might fly out of your skin.

“So wet for me already,” he grunts, tugging on your hair until you lean back, meeting his gaze. “Ready?”

You’re not sure what you need to be ready for, but as long as it’s Dean doing it, you’re good. You nod, wrapping your arm around his neck in silent affirmation, and Dean pulls back to pop open the button of your jeans with a single hand, offering himself easier access.

Two broad fingers toy with the hem of your panties, Dean’s eyes almost glittering as his attention falls to where he’s touching you. Watching your body shiver when he glides his thumb over your clothed slit, your hips jerk when he presses down on your clit, your legs stretch as wide as they can when he starts to rub small circles against you.

“Dean,” you whine, your free hand moving to cup his jaw, trying to move his gaze back to yours. “Please, shit-“

“That feel good, babygirl?” Dean starts to quicken his movements, adding small, teasing flicks and pinches that make your eyes roll back in your head. “You like me teasin’ you? Playin’ this pretty fuckin’ pussy until you’re soaked- Fuck-“

You start to grind on Dean’s hand, trying to chase relief while showing him that he didn’t need to play with or tease you. He has you, unraveled on his fingers and desperate for more of him, all of him, whatever he can offer you that will feel like this-

“Shit, you’re dripping.” Dean’s movement on your clit still as he drags his thumb down, resting right over your aching, already sensitive cunt, and pressing into you just enough to make you whimper. “I gotta taste you, Sweetheart, c’mon.”

His gaze shoots back to yours, something a little animalistic in his low, hoarse voice that almost makes you cum on the spot. “Need you hold on, pretty girl, we’re gonna get you out’a these.”

You nod, letting Dean lay you back down on the mattress, lifting your hips as he drags your jeans off your body, taking your underwear with them. Leaving to totally, completely naked on the bed. Vulnerable, entirely at his mercy, with not another place you’d wish to be in the world.

Dean crawls slightly over you, one of his hands tracing up your stomach, palming at your breasts, then rolling your nipple between two, rough, expert fingers. You gasp, arching slightly off the bed, and a low, deep groan rolls from Dean’s chest.

“Holy fuck, Sweetheart. You’re,” Dean cuts himself off, dropping his mouth to your other breast and latching plump, slightly chapped lips around your nipple. Your vision starts to line with light that might be angels coming to take you away, because this has to be heaven. This is better than heaven. Heaven wouldn’t allow such sinful things as Dean groaning against your skin, his boner pressing into your thigh, or his hand kneading at your ass. Someone shouldn’t be allowed to feel this good. This feels like everything, and blissfully nothing, and mostly just Dean.

You must have moaned his name, because he crashes up, fisting a hand in your hair as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. All teeth and spit and burning need. Dean tastes like coffee and whiskey and syrup and fruit when he shoves his tongue down your throat, and he smells like gunpowder and leather as his weight hold you easily down, and his lips are so soft but so demanding as he practically devours you, and you’re high. He’s not even inside you yet and you’ll never have enough. This isn’t more than what you’ve done before, but Dean’s ruined you with just teasing touches and wet, starved kisses, and you’re starting to worry you might ascend when he actually fucks you.

He starts to kiss and suck a line over your jaw, down your neck, and between your breasts. It’s heavy and wanting, but still so carefully coordinated. Every move Dean makes seems to be calculated, because he nips at your collarbone right as he tugs on your hair, and the sound that leaves you is high and undignified and exactly what he wanted. His chuckle rumbles in his chest—now pressed against your stomach—and all you can do is moan as he continues his perfect torture. Licking one nipple as he pinches the other, dragging two fingers through your folds as he kisses down the plane of your stomach, stopping right at the apex of your thighs with glittering eyes and firm hands, slowly guiding your legs open.

“Shit.” He mutters, warm breath right over your pussy, making your hips jerk slightly. “Goddamn, baby, you’re responsive.“ A wide, smug grin overtakes Dean’s face as he pushes one finger into your pussy, and you squeak. “I’ve been waiting for this.” He growls your name, and starts to pump that finger in and out, the pace so slow and almost painfully good. “God, you have fucking idea how long- How bad-“ Dean groans as you squeeze around him, and adds another finger. “You’re making such pretty sounds, babygirl, better than I ever imagined. Shit, you’re sexier than a fucking dream.”

His eyes drift back to yours, and shiver goes up your spine from how Dean’s looking at you. Really looking at you. Watching your writhe in the sheets and plead for him in weak gasps, watching you at your most vulnerable state, and grinning like he loves what he sees. Like he’s never seen anything better.

“Dean,” you gasp as his fingers pick up speed, starting to scissor inside your dripping cunt, bumping against a tender spot inside of you that seems to sing under his touch. “Oh my god, Dean, please-“

“Such pretty sounds,” Dean grins at you, crooking his fingers against that same spot to rub. “Let’s see if we can make some more.”

Without further warning Dean drops back down, latches his lips onto your clit, and sucks it right into his mouth like candy. It’s almost immediate, how he pulls you from warm pleasure to raw, almost feral desperation. You’re right on the edge, grinding on his face as his stubble burns your inner thighs in the best was possible, his tongue flicking over that pulsing bundle of nerves, his fingers reaching a demanding and brutal pace-

“Fuck, I’m-“ You let out a loud moan as Dean growls against you, pulling at his short, soft hair to try and both move him away as you dangle over the drop, and urge him on to let him catch you when you fall. “Close, Dean, I’m close, please-“

He pulls away, and you almost scream from the loss. You even force yourself up to glare at him, but you’ve barely gotten a steady balance when a high, needy breath escapes you at the sight of him. 

Dean’s towering over you, his pants discarded into another corners of the room, stroking his massive, fully-erect cock in one hand as he scans over your sweaty, flushed body. 

“I wanna fuck you dumb, babygirl.” He grunts, and you can’t really hear him your own Dean-addled brain, so you just gape and moan, and he chuckles. “Shit, looks like we’re already halfway there. You got any words for me-“

“Dean, please.” The words start to fall out of your mouth with the slight drool on your chin, almost as if he’d commanded them. “Please, I need you, need you so bad-“

You spread your legs in offering, and Dean groans. “Fuck, Sweetheart, you can’t just-“ He closes his eyes, running a hand over his face, and there’s a moment before he speaks again where you worry you’ve ruined it. That you’d shown too much, or Dean saw too much, but no matter what this is over before you can even get that huge, glorious cock inside of you- 

“I’m sorry-“

Dean frowns, his brow drawn as he looks down at you. “What the hell are you sorry for.”

“I dunno, I’m just not-“ You swallow. “I’m not good at this, I don’t know what to say-“

He grunts your name, prowling over your body under your trapped between his strong body and the bed, unable to escape his intense, searing gaze. Looking at you, examining you, and not flinching or moving away. “You,” he says, tracing one gentle hand over your cheekbones. “Are fuckin’ amazing at this.” 

You can only gape at him, so he keeps going.

“I’m the one that might fuck this up, Sweetheart. You’re so,” he makes a loose gesture to your body, and you really wish he’d use words, but the look of sheer awe in his eyes will be enough for now. “And I get to do this for you, and I’m not trying to blow my load before you even cum once.”

“I almost came.” You offer him a small smile, your fingers tracing over the sharp line of his jaw. “But you stopped me.”

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, I’m plannin’ to make that up to you. If you still-“

“I want it.” You cut him off quickly, rolling your hips up, right against his cock. “Please, Dean, I really want it.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, dropping a little further down. “Are you-“

“I’m sure.” You guide Dean’s lips back to yours in a soft, almost sweet kiss, and say the words you really hope will snap whatever leash he’s put on himself. “I want you.”

It works. Something flashes in Dean’s eyes, and his hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit and rolling it in slow circles as he growls in your ear.

“Wanna feel you, babygirl. Fuck you raw. I’m clean, but if you want me to grab a rubber you’re gonna need to keep yourself going while I-“

“No!” You almost yelp, wrapping your arms around him in a desperate attempt to keep him above you. “I mean, I’m clean too, obviously, and I take birth control just for like, lady stuff-“

Dean raises his brows at you. “Lady stuff?”

“It kinda helps with period cramps and-“ You cut yourself off with a moan as Dean flicks your clit, tossing your head back you start to squirm, trying to catch him into you. “Fuck, Dean, please just fuck me-“

“You mean like this?” Dean guides the head of his cock inside you, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. “Fuck ya’ like this, baby?”

You grind on him, scratching at his back as you plead. “Shit, that’s, Dean that’s good, more-“

“More, baby? You need more already?” His grin is shit-eating, and you’d hit him if the dark look of lust in his eyes, the baritone of his voice being several octaves lower than you’ve ever heard it, and the throbbing ache of him starting to split you open wasn’t rending your limbs only putty in his arms.

“Dean, please-“

You might stop breathing as Dean guides himself fully into you, settling his face in your neck as he bottoms out. There’s a long moment where it’s only Dean’s warmth over and inside you as he gives you time to adjust, groaning against your skin as you squeeze around him.

“Shit, Sweetheart, you’re so tight.” He kisses right behind your ear. “Feel, fuck, feel so good around my cock, so fuckin’ good-“ He emphasizes his words with one, short thrust that pushes him right against that one spot and makes you whine. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to pound this tight little pussy until you cum all over my cock-“

You almost yank him back down into a desperate, borderline feral kiss, because if he kept talking you might have cum from just the sound of his low, rough voice growling in your ear and rumbling in your chest.

Dean takes a long, ragged breath when he pulls away, and you roll your hips only once. Just enough for him to groans and fall back over you, kissing and sucking on your skin like he thinks you’ll vanish if he doesn’t mark you with his touch. 

Then he starts to move, and you were right. This is heaven. Dean’s moving so slow, pulling almost all the way out before driving back inside, until you’re fully impaled on him—his cock pressed fully against that one spot, making your whole body feel warm and alight, and your head feel a little dizzy—then repeating the movement again. And again. Over and over, so fucking slow, still leaving softer, slightly uneven kisses along your collarbone and grunts against your skin but-

“Dean,” you gasp his name, your nails digging into the muscles of his broad back as he continues to move on you. “Fuck, Dean, go faster, please-“

He rises up to meet your eyes, an unreadable expression on his face that’s made entirely hunger and want, but edged with something a little stronger you don’t understand. “You sure-“

“Yes.” You’re practically whining, scratching at Dean’s skin as you squirm under him, desperate him to really, properly fuck you. “Please, Dean, feels so good, need more, need you-“

He shakes his head slightly. “Don’t wanna hurt you-“

“Not gonna-” you let out a breathy moan as Dean pushes back into you, the movement a little harsher than before, and so fucking good. “You won’t hurt me, please, Dean, fuck-“

“I’m-“

“You said,” you force your eyes to stay on Dean’s, even as he sits deep into you, cock throbbing against that soft spot and making you see stars. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Dean.” You raise your chin, grinding up into his torso until his throat bobs. “Fuck me.”

A low, primal noise leaves Dean’s mouth, and he fully snaps. You might have screamed his name when he began to move again—ramming into you at an unforgiving pace, creaking the bed and bruising your hips as he grabbed at your skin, molding you perfectly into his touch and body—but he swallows the noise with a deep kiss that makes your eyes go unfocused, your whole body slack and only for Dean to play with as he drags you higher. Slamming against that spot, balls slapping onto your ass, one free hand squeezing at your tits before dragging down your side and finding your clit-

“So fucking good, babygirl.” Dean groans into your mouth, and you think you might be floating or falling or flying, but it doesn’t matter because Dean grunting in your east and slamming into your dripping cunt, and that’s the whole world. “Look so good, all ruined and whiny, such a good fucking girl, taking this cock so well, made to be fucked so fucking pretty-“ He pinches your clit, and you whimper his name. “Wanna cum, baby? Wanna fucking soak this cock-“

“Yes,” you gasp, scratching at his back, muscles rippling as he drills into you. Something in you hopes it leaves a mark. That Dean feels you on his back a little forever, just like you know you’re going to feel him in your pussy and on your neck for the rest of your life. “Feels so good, Dean, feels so fucking good, wanna cum so bad-“

“Beg-“

Dean barely grunts your name before you bite on his upper lip, almost screaming into his mouth. “Please, Dean, please, need to cum, wanna cum so bad-“

“Shit, baby, you’re-“ Dean groans, his pace becoming uneven and thrusts slightly staggered, cock twitching deep inside you as he ruts into your aching, clenching pussy-

Dean flicks your clit once, sending your hips almost flying off the bed, and starts to rub you at a frantic, savage pace. 

“Cum with me.” He growls your name, lips ghosting over yours and you stare at him under, cockdrunk, lidded eyes. “C’mon, baby, cum-“

Your scream is hoarse as your orgasm slams into you like a freight train—pure, drug-like bliss washing over your whole body, a soft haze of Dean settling behind your eyes and over your skin—and Dean roars as he slams open, warmth coating inside you and dripping between your thighs, down your ass, and onto the bed.

Dean rolls over, taking you with him, and remains carefully sheathed inside you as your cunt grows sensitive and your breathing slows back down. It helps that he keeps your ear pressed to his bare chest, where you can hear his heart beating. Calm and steady and strong, just as certain and constant as the man it’s inside. 

As the man had been.

You’re not sure what he’s going to be now.

“That, ah,” Dean breaks the silence, his voice low and almost soft. “That do it?”

You smile against him. “If you mean take my virginity, then yeah, I think you did it-“

“No, I mean was it,” He groans, his arm shifting slightly around as his voice drops. “Was it good. For you.”

“Oh.” You nod slowly, trying not to hum like a needy fucking when Dean starts to run his fingers through your hair. “Yeah. Really good.” You stifle a moan as he twitches inside you. “It was awesome. Good, uh, good job?”

“Thanks, Sweetheart.” You can hear to smug grin in his voice, his free hand starting to rub soothingly on your back. “You were pretty fucking awesome yourself.”

There it is. You were pretty awesome. And he’s still inside you. And you need to know if you were awesome enough for something, anything to stick.

“You said, um,” you swallow, staring at his tattoo because you can’t bear to look at his face right now. “You said I could give you a blowjob next time. Did-“ 

“Did I mean it?” 

You nod nervously, and Dean’s whole chest rumbles with his low laugh, rolling right through your body. He grunts your name, and—when you still don’t look at him—hooks a finger under your chin to guide your gaze to his. 

“Look.” He sighs, and this is it. He did you a favor, and that’s it. He won’t stay, nobody stays, why would Dean Winchester be the one to stay- 

“I get it,” you mumble, and wish you would find the will to make your body roll away from his. “You don’t need to explain-“ 

Dean’s grip on you remains firm, and his voice is a deep, amused drawl. It feels a little cruel in your gut, because you’d have really liked more. More would have been the best. You didn’t even need all of Dean, you’d just have really like more. 

“You get it.” He raises his brows, and you nod again. “Sweetheart, you might want to actually hear the explainin’ part before you say anything.”

“I, um-“

“See, I’m a firm believer that all ladies should ride more than one dick in life. Too much of a good thing, ya know?” He winks at you, thrusting slightly up into you, and you flush. “But, if you’re taking applicants for long-term dicks, I’d have to be dumb not to apply. I’m never gonna complain if I get you all to myself.”

You stare at him, your voice barely a whisper. “So, um, you mean-“

“If you’ll have me,” he mutters. “I’ll take you up on that blowjob offer soon. And any other offers you’ve got.”

“Offers,” you swallow. “For long-term dicks?”

He shrugs—tracing a finger over your arm and refusing to meet your eyes—and it might be your turn to make the move. 

“Dean.” You whisper, crawling up his chest just enough for his eyes to easily find yours. “I’d really like you being my long-term dick.”

He frowns. “Sounds stupid when you say it like that-“

You drop down to press a soft, tentative kiss against his lips, and he tenses for only a second before overtaking you. Deepening the kiss with his tongue pushing on your lower lip, groaning when you open for him without a moment’s hesitation, pinning you onto his chest with big, strong arms as you fall fully into him.

Dean pulls back for only a second, searching over your open expression—all affection and need for him, swollen lips and shallow breaths—until he finds what he’s looking for, and his face splits into a wide grin. 

“If you’re lettin’ me,” he says, tucking a little bit of hair behind your ears. “I think I’ll stay your long-term dick for while, Sweetheart.”

“I’m letting you.” You whisper, a small smile pulling on your own lips. “But we need to come up with a better name than long-term dick.”

“Boyfriend?”

You stare at him for a second, unsure if this is real, because Dean just said that word like it was obvious. Not something he’s adamantly refused to be for anyone, ever, for the entire time you’ve known him. He said it like he was waiting to say it. And, looking at him—unfamiliar hope haunting the very deepest part of those perfect eyes, his grin so genuine but filled with nerves—you think he might have been. And all the money and glory and pleasure in the world couldn’t make you tell him no.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Boyfriend’s good.” 

Dean’s grin becomes almost boyish, and this last kiss is sweet. It’s a kiss in the rain, or under bleachers, or on a rooftop with nothing but time and peace around you.

And you and Dean have never had either of those things. 

But you’d really like to and find them. And if it’s with Dean, you really think you could.

End Note: Look at Dean. Being Emotional. I'm so proud of him (I made him do that)

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Caught By My Big Brothers

I am Holly Plake; and I am the little half-sister of Dean and Sam Winchester. I am thirty-three. Sam is forty; and Dean is forty-four. Dean befriended a vampire named Benny while he was in purgatory. Benny has been staying with us for a couple of weeks now. I didn't know Benny right after purgatory. Dean and Sam didn't know they had a little sister until a couple of years after Dean got out of purgatory. I have been hunting the supernatural with them for almost nine years now.

Benny is in my room now and we start to kiss. Then that slowly turns into making out. Before I know it, we were both naked and Benny gets on-top of me missionary style. He whispers in his Cajun accent, "Are you sure?" I say, "Fuck me." He starts thrusting into me. I guess I was a little too loud with my moaning because both of my big half-brothers came into my room. I hear them and I yell, "GO AWAY! WE ARE FINE!" Both Dean and Sam back out of the room. A few minutes later, Benny and I hit are climaxes. Benny rolls off of me; and I am blushing. Benny asks, "What is wrong?" I say, "My big brothers walked in on us having sex." Benny chuckles and says, "It was bound to happen at some point. You are loud." I hit Benny with a pillow; and, say, "Only with you, Benny." Benny smiles. We both get dressed.

Benny goes out first and walks by my brothers to go to his shower. I walk out and Dean asks, "Really, Holly?" I say, "So? I lost my virginity to Benny. He doesn't need to know that." I walk on by; and Sam walks up to me and asks, "You were really a virgin before like fifteen minutes ago?" I say, "Yeah, I was. So very embarrassing to have my two older half-brothers walk in on me losing my virginity." Dean says, "Sorry about that. Did Benny know?" I say, "No of course not. I always assumed I was going to save sex for marriage. In this line of work, I don't think of any reason to get married and have a family." Sam asks, "Did it hurt?" I say, "No. Benny wasn't rough." Dean nods. 

Later on, that day, Benny pulls me aside. He asks, "Why did you tell me that you were a virgin?" I say, "Well, you never asked if I was one." Benny laughs and asks, "Are you up for more of that with me?" I say, "Yeah of course, Benny." Dean gives me the thumbs up and Sam smiles. I say, "Plus, my brothers approve." Benny kisses my forehead. 

Benny and I have been dating for several years now; and today Benny says he is going to take me out on a picnic. Benny and I are out in the country in a random field on a picnic blanket. Benny pulls out a little red box from the basket; and proposes to me. Of course, I yell, "YES!"

Today is the day that I am getting married to Benny. Cas is performing the ceremony; and Dean and Sam are walking me down the aisle since Dad is no longer with us. We exchange our vows; and then, Benny and I go on a honeymoon in New Orleans, Louisiana.

About a month after the honeymoon, I wake up very early and I start throwing up. Benny gets up and holds back my short bob-styled brunette hair. He asks, "What is wrong?" I say, "I don't know." Once I stop throwing up, Benny grabs Cas to do his angel scan on me. Cas does it and says, "Holly is pregnant." Benny and I ask in unison, "What?" Cas says, "I didn't think vampires could reproduce either but yeah Holly is definitely pregnant." 

We walk into the kitchen to see Dean, Sam, and Jack (Lucifer's son that Dean and Cas foster together; they are his dads) sitting at the table. I ask, "Dean and Sam, how do you feel about being uncles? Jack, how do you feel about having a cousin?" Dean asks, "What?" I say, "Cas, your husband, did a scan on me. I am pregnant." Sam engulfs me into a hug. Dean hugs Benny. Then, Sam hugs Benny and Dean hugs me. Jack says, "I thought vampires couldn't reproduce." Benny shrugs and says, "I thought the same thing, Jack. But we all know that Holly has only ever had sex with me."

Nine months later, I am in labor. I yell, "BENNY, I AM GOING TO CHOP YOUR NUTS OFF!" Benny says, "Sure you are, Holly. Just worry about getting our little one out." Cas walks over and scans me. He says, "There are two." Dean and Sam both look shocked. Jack says, "Well that is going to be fun." Benny laughs. I keep pushing and the first one is a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Then I start pushing again, and there is another boy with the same dark brown hair and blue eyes. Dean and Sam check both of the babies' teeth. I ask, "Are they vampires?" Dean says, "This one has no fangs." Sam says, "This one doesn't have fangs either." Benny grins from ear to ear. I say, "Never would I have thought this was possible in this life." Benny brings me over one of the babies; and he holds the other one. Jack says, "I am getting the camera." Needless to say, we have a beautiful baby picture of our two boys.

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𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - You're nervous to lose your virginity, Dean shows you everything that you've been missing out on.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!dean, sub!reader, nervous/shy!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, p!v, teasing, loss of virginity, fingering, hickeys (r.recieving), size kink, praise kink, dean is experienced, reader is inexperienced, (1) thigh slap, big dick!dean, boob fondling, boob sucking, reader is smaller than dean, illusions to past masturbation, reader blushes, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

dean liked having you sat in his lap.

this wasn't the first time, your legs stretched around his waist while your hands scrunched idly at the black shirt he'd been wearing, your lips against his own. making out with you had to be possibly the best thing he'd ever done. it was like getting sent to heaven and back, between each breath he damned the gods that disallowed him to press his lips against yours for forever.

but you were new to all this.

he had to be gentle.

dean was the first real relationship you'd ever had. and if he was being honest, you were sort of the first real relationship he'd ever had too.

he used to hop from girl to girl, bed to bed and not think twice about it. you were the absolute opposite. you were the type of girl that didn't speak unless spoken to, you kept your head down and got through everything without so much as letting your imagination wander with what it would feel like to be with a man.

then you met him.

his hands were pinching at the fat of your thighs, he found it hard to keep his hands to himself when you were like this. between kisses, he could hear the shakiness in your breaths, it drove him unbelievably mad.

you felt almost sorry for dean, knowing it'd taken this long to get comfortable enough to even make out with the man. you knew his history and how he wouldn't go longer than a week without someone in his bed. now he'd went more than three months with you like this, aching for more.

and it wasn't like you didn't want more, believe me, you'd been aching just as horribly.

you were just... scared?

deans hands moved harshly against your skin, right hand coming down to gently slap your thigh before gripping it once again. the feeling prompted a low whimper to leave your lips.

dean almost groaned. he could get used to hearing noises like those.

when the man pulled away from your lips, heavy breaths still leaving his own, you swore you could have whimpered again just from the loss of contact.

he looked down at you, eyes all blown wide, lips slick and swollen, it was a sight he hoped was never erased from his memory. he wanted to remember this forever. "y'so needy." he had that cocky grin on his lips, cocking his head to the side as he viewed you as a whole, all his, right in his lap for the taking.

you felt your cheeks get hot at the sentence, eyes immediately darting anywhere other than his face. "don' be mean." was the mumble you let out, eyes adverting and voice lowering. you weren't able to talk to him, not when he got like this, all 'bigger' than you, it made you feel small, it made you feel wet.

"'m not, 'm not." he spoke with a low chuckle, one of his hands raising to meet your face, you felt the padding of his thumb wipe across your hot cheeks, he could tell you were nervous. then again, you were always so nervous. "i think it's cute."

again, your face got increasingly hotter but dean didn't leave you any room for words, dipping his head so his lips could meet your neck.

there was something so surreal about being like this, your hands gripping at his shirt, top lip clamped down on your bottom as he kissed against the skin of your neck.

again, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. makeouts and hickey-leaving was getting more and more natural in your relationship, common, even.

he'd come home from his hunts with sam and all he'd want was you either below or on top of him, his lips against anything they could reach.

you felt his lips part, sucking against your neck as one hand ran up your back, the other cupping the back of your hair. once he sucked, his tongue would smooth over the skin, pleasure to ease the pain. and he'd go again, gradually moving to different places on your neck. marking you.

your own lips were strewn shut, you were hoping and praying on every star that you didn't let a noise slip from you. you were too nervous, too embarrassed but the whole point of this was to feel good, wasn't it? so why did you feel so embarrassed to show him how good it felt?

your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling suddenly overwhelming.

you didn't register the move of your hips until his lips left your neck and his hands clamped down on your waist, low grunt leaving his mouth.

you stared at him with those big eyes and he swore he was gone. "y'can't do that, sweetheart." despite his words, his tone was gentle. "can't start something if you don't want to finish it."

he knew how inexperienced you were, he thought you wanted to hold off on losing your virginity which is why he'd never made such a move but by the way you were looking at him now, he swore you wanted nothing more than for him to take you.

and he'd gladly do so upon your command.

"i do..." you uttered. ".. want to." the words made your insides twinge, made your nose scrunch and your lips purse.

you were too nervous, shaking like a leaf on top of him. even so, with so much anxiety bottled into a human, dean made no movements of caution.

you sort of liked that dean wasn't as awkward or nervous as you were. dean was confident, that much was for sure. but being so confident also gave him this openness, seeping comfort into your veins as his large, warm hands trailed up and down your thighs.

"yeah?" his voice was breathy and his smile had left his features. he didn't need to be so teasing now, he knew you would simply burst of shyness. and he didn't want you in a position of uncertainty. "what d'you want?"

he wasn't trying to tease you, though he knew his fingers that began to dance against your skin were doing nothing to calm your nerves.

he just needed to hear you say it.

you planted your face into his chest with an incoherent mumble, cheeks alight as flames.

dean could have laughed at you but he didn't want you thinking you'd done something wrong. on the contrary, he found it downright adorable how shy you'd been getting. but you couldn't help it, this was such an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in your stomach.

"can't hear you, sweetheart." his head came down to sit atop yours, his voice a gentle whisper. "i need you to tell me what you want, okay?" his free hand tipped your chin upwards to look at him, those pretty green eyes held so much sincerity. "use your words f'me, baby."

words felt stuck in your throat, you couldn't seem to get them out. but dean didn't want to let this get away from him, he steadied your chin between his fingers.

"i want..." your voice was all breathy, all needy. it had dean reeling. "i want you to touch me."

and as the words passed your lips, you swear all the air was knocked from your lungs. listening to yourself talk had made your head feel fuzzy. before dean, you couldn't have even imagined such words leaving your lips.

dean was struggling to compose himself but nonetheless, he did. his lips quirked into this proud yet sly smirk as his fingers ran up and down your thighs. "where, angel? here?" he practically mocked, fingers against your knee.

at this point, dean had never seen an angel, he didn't believe in them. but he was sure that if angels did exist, you had to be one of them.

you could have corrected him verbally, told him to stop teasing or even scolded him for mocking you while you were all worked up like this. but instead, you chose to grasp his bigger hand in your own and trail it towards your core.

as your hand cupped his own, he could feel them shake, he almost cooed at you but he didn't want to make you more nervous than you already were.

but when his hand finally reached your clothed core, he couldn't help but let out a groan.

it didn't take longer than a second for dean to have you flipped over with your back against the mattress of the bed. a noise left your lips as he towered over you, that infamous smirk etched to his lips.

but a type of seriousness washed over him. "are you sure you want this?"

you knew he wasn't asking you to tease you or make you wait, he was being sincere and you couldn't have been more sincere back by bucking your hips with a low whine of the word, "yes." quickly followed by a "please."

"so needy." he mumbled back, lips moving to your neck while his fingers fumbled at the cotton material of your baby blue sleep shorts. he hooked his fingers around the waistband and tore it off skilfully.

he supposed his experience was paying off.

you didn't have any time to counter what he'd said, too focused on the feeling building in your stomach. much of it was worry, anxiety even but the majority of it was this foreign, amazing feeling.

"fuck." his ring clad fingers circled against your panties. you were suddenly hyper aware of how worked up you'd gotten while making out with him, a blush creeping in on your face as you turned away from him.

dean all but tutted, dragging your face back.

"don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. This wet for me, the least you can do is look at me." he had that empowering stare that told you he was in charge here, it had you shrinking further into the mattress.

but dean wasn't demanding, sure he was dominating but he didn't make you uncomfortable. truthfully, you'd been rather scared of getting this far with anybody but you were sure that if there was anybody you wanted it to be with, it was him.

his hands toyed at waistbands of your panties. "this okay?" his eyes were glued to your face, trying to watch every way your face contorted, making sure you were okay.

believe it or not, there was a lot one could tell from just looking at someone.

you nodded your head briskly, darkened and bitten lips parted slightly, covered in the slick left behind from your tongue. your cheeks had turned a darkened colour too, blush spreading across your face.

there was something so surreal about looking at you like this, knowing nobody else ever had. he pulled the panties down your legs, watching you steadily with his own lips parting open. his eyes moved from yours to trail down your body, landing on your sopping core. he couldn't help but breathe in a breath.

"you're so pretty, angel." he moved his hand upwards again, closed fingers gently toying with your clit, which earned a soft gasp from you. his lips quirked as he brought his hand away, using the other to slip off his ring. he took your wrist, holding it up gently. "take care of this for me, yeah?" you nodded as he slipped the ring onto your thumb, seeing as your other fingers wouldn't fit it. "good girl." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

he was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you were a virgin.

now, dean wasn't necessarily put off by the fact that you were a virgin. dean couldn't have cared less what you were. but he needed to make sure he was gentle, more so than any other time.

because he was the first, the one you'd remember forever.

though, he intended to be your very last, too.

his fingers trailed across your pretty tank top, down to your hips and finally edging between your legs. he peppered kisses against your face and down across your jaw, finally landing on your neck, fingers pushing your legs apart with ease.

as shy as you were, you didn't hide from him, you allowed him to part your legs, his hand was against your inner thigh, softly soothing up and down against your skin.

but he had to make sure, before he touched you. "sure this is okay? not having second thoughts?"

of course dean wanted to but he only wanted to if you wanted to. but you nodded anyway, swallowing though your mouth was dry anyway. "'m just nervous." you admitted softly.

it was no secret to dean that you were a nervous creature already. he knew this was all new to you but he didn't want you to feel shy around him. "you don't need to be." he pressed a kiss against the supple of your cheek, hand moving further as you let out a shaky breath. "not with me." as the whisper left his mouth, his hand came up to touch your hot core.

the noise that left your mouth should have embarrassed you but right now, you couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of his hand right where you needed him.

he collected your wetness onto his fingers, spreading it up and down your folds, two fingers parting from the rest as he gently eased them into your hole.

heavy breaths suddenly left you, chest rising and falling while dean's face was practically hidden in your neck, peppering kisses, sucking and licking against the soft skin while his fingers settled inside of you.

he gave you hardly any time to adjust to the feeling, pulling them out and then thrusting them right back into you. "you're so warm, sweetheart." he mumbled in slight awe. suddenly, the image took over his mind, the image of him inside of you. he couldn't seem to wipe it away.

he knew that giving yourself to him even just like this was a lot for you, he didn't want to push you any further than he already had tonight.

however, the image still tainted his memory.

as the speed of his fingers increased, so did the volume of your noises.

a sticky, wet sound bounced from wall to wall, causing your cheeks to warm incredibly further. you flushed, your own hand coming up to cover your mouth, suddenly aware of how loud you'd been.

a coo left his lips, free hand coming to drag your wrist away from your mouth. "wanna hear every noise you can make, angel."

and his words alone made you whimper.

the palm of his hand bounced against your clit with every thrust of his hand, emitting these noises from you that you'd never been able to draw from yourself.

"y'sound so pretty, you know that, baby?" you made a noise to show you were listening, though all it told dean was that you felt good. "look so pretty too. so beautiful. all mine."

dean couldn't keep his hands to himself.

his free hand dragged against your skin, pushing at it as if trying to get closer to you in any way possible.

against his fingers formed a creamy ring. he looked down at his digits sliding in and out of you, wetness surrounding you both, keeping you together by a wet string.

he let his thoughts wander.

as evil as it was, he simply couldn't think of anything else, he imagined it was his dick sliding in and out of your hot, wet hole, the noises you'd make would be so much louder, you'd be so much fuller.

then he was suddenly aware of your experience once again.

you were tight, incredibly tight which only made him scissor his fingers. if you were going to take his dick, he needed to stretch you out first.

"dean!" you spluttered out as he scissored his fingers inside of you. "c-cant."

your hips bucked backwards, as if you were trying to tell yourself to stop, but it felt too good to stop.

and dean knew your body well, more than you knew it apparently for he only tutted, holding your wrist in his free hand. "you can take it baby, there you go." and he must have known what was happening because your insides were turning to mush.

you'd orgasmed by yourself before but this? this was true bliss.

he held your waist down to the mattress as your body squirmed, head falling back into the pillows as his name fell on your lips, moans and whines blissfully leaving your slick lips.

"good girl." he mumbled, pressing kisses anywhere his lips could reach. "you're so good, there you go. atta girl."

his words of praise fell on your lips, only making you squirm impossibly more. but nonetheless, he kept up his pace, fingers moving to help you ride out your high.

dean swore he'd never seen something so beautiful.

he watched in awe, staring at the way your face scrunched up, pretty lips parted and your eyes screwed closed, though he could only imagine you were seeing stars behind your lids, not that he was being cocky or anything.

the sight was pure bliss, angelic, even.

he swore he'd been to heaven and back, just watching your face contort.

and he'd watch it forever, if he could.

he was suddenly aware of how tight his jeans felt.

"i need to fuck you." he was mumbling with a slight neediness in his tone, kissing up and down your throat, his hand only coming to a halt when your own practically pushed it away, the overstimulation becoming too much. "can i?" a beat passed. "please?"

his face rose to meet yours and you stared at him, all blissed out. you swore that his fingers were the most skilled, pleasurable feeling you'd ever felt, much better than to how it felt when you'd done it by yourself. your lips were glossed over, heavy pants leaving your chest. huge eyes and flushed cheeks.

almost a whine of the phrase, "uh-huh." passed your lips.

and it was enough for him.

his lips crashed into your own, kissing you ever so softly, though there was passion hidden somewhere between your heavy breaths.

needy hands pawed at the end of his black shirt, his own hands reached down to cup yours, helping you tear it off of his body. his amulet dangled downwards, just below your face and he was suddenly very aware of the fact that your top was still on. he supposed he'd been too focused on making you feel good to realise.

his hands reached the end of your own top, helping you push it over your head.

no words left his lips but they parted, tongue passing over the bottom one as he stared.

your pink bra was so pretty on you he almost had to think to decide whether or not he wanted to keep it on. but he decided with the latter, hands unhooking your bra skillfully, as if he'd done it a thousand times before.

he hardly got to see your boobs, for his hands cupped them as soon as they were let out of the bra. he cursed out a grunt under his breath, one hand leaving your breast so his mouth could replace it.

against the mattress, your back arched, stomach against his own while you bit back the pretty whimpers which he yearned to hear. his mouth worked against you, rolling his tongue back and forth, practically flicking your nipple in his mouth making you unable to contain the sounds you so desperately tried to keep back.

"d―dean!" you spluttered, eyes fluttering shut. his own eyes looked up at you, watching your face contort once again.

he had to have you.

as his face left your chest, a string of spit connected your boobs to his lips.

he wiped it away, though nothing could wipe away that smut smirk he held. nonetheless, he helped himself to shimmying out of his jeans, taking his boxers off with it.

it wasn't until he took everything off that reality set in. you stared, eyes blown wide, he was, well... big. and it was sort of hard not to get nervous, even with the fact that his fingers had just been stuffed inside of you, you weren't so sure it was going to fit.

"you okay?" he leaned down, towering over you. he realised your eyes hadn't moved from his dick, pulling your chin up with his two fingers. "are you sure you want this?"

you nodded your head, thoughts a mere muddle of clouds. "i just... 'm nervous." you admitted, feeling your stomach fill with this fuzzy feeling that you only got when you talked to dean.

"you don't have to be nervous, sweetheart, not with me, okay?" the palm of his hand rested on your face. "do you want this?"

"yes." you answered without a beat.

"promise?" you could have melted right then and there. dean winchester was of many things but above all, he was gentle.

"promise." you mumbled, finding yourself relaxing just at the mere sound of his voice. his hand trailed up to find your own, fingers interlocking yours. his free hand moved down to his dick, pressing it in his hand.

you watched with curiosity yet also nervousness. you'd never seen this done in real life, so the shyness was creeping in as you watched him move his hand up and down his shaft, dragging it towards your wet hole. instantly, a sound left your lips, blush instantly creeping in as your eyes snapped up to him. he only smiled gently at you, finding your shyness rather adorable.

the head of his dick slowly pushed inside of you and that alone had you feeling awfully stretched. he wasn't just long, he was thick too meaning he stretched you out completely. "okay?" you nodded at the sound of his question, the feeling of his lips on your cheek moments after. "'s gonna hurt a little, alright?"

you nodded your head, eyes shutting closed as you braced yourself.

you weren't an idiot either, you knew first times were supposed to hurt but luckily for you, you had dean right there, holding one of your hands tight in his own, soft whispers and kisses against your skin.

what more could you really ask for.

he slowly eased himself inside of you, worried he was hurting you. then again, there wasn't really any other way to get inside without hurting you. he watched as your face contorted, a gentle whimper leaving your lips but he knew it wasn't one of pleasure, more of pain, actually.

he mumbled gentle apologies and left a trail of them in kisses from your neck to your cheeks.

finally, he was in completely and he couldn't help the string of curses that he mumbled under his breath.

dean stayed as still as he could. worry set in, he didn't want to hurt you, not when you'd been so nervous in the first place. he'd been with many girls but you were a tight fit around him, swallowing his dick whole. he couldn't help but almost coo at the way your hole clenched around him.

he felt your hips shift, and he knew you were ready. "can i―fuck, sweetheart, can i move?"

again, you nodded with a subtle whine that told him in other words, yes, he absolutely could move. and that was exactly what he did.

he slowly pulled his dick out from inside you then suddenly slammed his hips back in, his dick hitting the spot deep inside your walls. instantly, he was met with a mewl.

"shit." he uttered, wanting to draw as many sounds like that out of you as he could. his two hands now rested on yours tightening his grip as he placed them over your head so he could gain better access. "oh, fuck, sweetheart, you're so fucking pretty."

it seemed as though dean had the mouth similar to a sailor when put in a position like this.

but he couldn't help it, you were staring at him with those doe eyes, pretty noises falling from you. his hips moved with ease, slamming in and out of you, it didn't take him long to pick up the pace either.

your legs lifted to surround his waist, moans leaving the two of you as his hips slammed inside of you.

"shit, you're so good for me." he was a mumbling mess, he meant every word of what he said, though he wasn't too sure what was leaving his lips as of now. "oh, my sweet girl, thaaat's it."

he tipped his head forward, connecting his forehead to your own. your whimpers and whines were swallowed by a kiss, gentle yet so full of neediness, it was exactly what you wanted.

"feels..." you mumbled once your lips had parted, though you were sort of dazed, not all the way there. "feels so good."

"good girl, 's it, take it all." you felt his hand suddenly trail down, fingers soft against your clit while his dick still hot between your gummy walls. "'s okay, you're okay."

you shook your head, swallowing thickly as your hips bucked. "'s―'s too much!" you panted out, moans leaving you as if you couldn't keep them inside.

"you can take it, baby, know you can." but he could tell by the way your face twisted again, you were close.

and so was he.

"you gonna let go f'me? huh?"

at this point, your eyes had fluttered shut and you lips were parted as you nodded, brows strewn together. "gonna... 'm gonna cum, dean."

"that's my girl." he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "cum all over my dick f'me, sweetheart."

you supposed you were more obedient than you thought.

dean watched as you squirmed and moaned, eyes screwed shut as you finally let go around him. he could feel your gummy walls squeezing him tighter, a ring of slick had formed at the base of his dick. the mere sight, his dick still stuffed inside your cunt and you, cumming all over him.

well, it was enough to have any man weak.

which was why he'd finished so quickly, too.

after all, he'd been holding on since you were sat on his lap.

and that one feeling, cumming in your wet, hot walls and watching you with that pretty, stricken and worn out face as you came on him too... he swore he had really been to heaven and back.

when you both rode out your highs, he laid himself on the bed next to you, watching as you reached your hand up, playing with his silver ring that sat on your thumb.

he swore he was staring at an angel.

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[deansbeer]

diet pepsi ⎯⎯ DEAN WINCHESTER.

⎯⎯ you and dean finally cross the line from best friends to lovers, giving in to the undeniable passion between you.

YAP SESH! this is dedicated to my girl BREEZY @titsout4nicholas <3 i know i know, it took me 4ever to get it out, but it's here !!! i wanted it to be a soft smut type FIC, so i'm sorry if it isn't the usual filthy smut yall were expecting.

WARNING(S) smut | F!READER | four-year age gap | semi-public sex | best friends-to-lovers trope | loss of virginity | overstimulation | fingering | use of protection (condom) | car sex. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

୨ৎ JENSEN'S LIBRARY.

୨ৎ gif creds @sensitivehandsomeactionman !

YOU WATCH THE RAINDROPS RACE DOWN the impala's window, counting each one that reaches the bottom first. the gentle patter of rain against metal and glass creates a soothing rhythm that matches your heartbeat. dean pulls into an empty rest stop, the headlights cutting through the darkness and reflecting off the wet pavement.

"wait here, i'll be right back," dean says with that signature smile of his before stepping out into the rain.

you pull dean's worn brown leather jacket tighter around your shoulders, breathing in the familiar scent of leather, gunpowder, and his cologne. he'd draped it over you earlier when you'd started shivering. being dean's best friend means knowing all his little gestures of care — the way he shares his jacket, checks the salt lines twice around your motel room, brings you your favorite snacks.

through the foggy window, you watch him jog to the vending machine, his boots splashing in puddles. the blue glow illuminates his face as he feeds quarters into the slot. a few moments later, he's sliding back into the driver's seat, water droplets clinging to his hair and eyelashes.

"here you go, sweetheart," he says softly, pressing the cold diet pepsi can into your hands. "your favorite."

"you remembered," you smile, touched by the simple gesture. dean remembers everything about you — how you like your coffee, your favorite songs, the way you scrunch your nose when you're thinking hard about something.

"'course i did. what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't?" he winks, starting up baby's engine. the familiar rumble surrounds you both.

dean drives down empty backroads, streetlights casting intermittent golden glows across his face. you share comfortable silence broken only by quiet classic rock from the radio and occasional sips of your soda. these are the moments you treasure most — just you and dean and the open road.

"you're special to me, you know that?" dean says suddenly, glancing over at you. "my baby."

your heart flutters at the endearment. coming from anyone else, it might feel patronizing. but from dean, it feels like being wrapped in warmth and safety and belonging.

"you're special to me too," you whisper back.

dean reaches over and squeezes your hand gently. you lace your fingers through his, marveling at how perfectly they fit together. maybe someday you'll be ready to cross that line between friendship and something more. but for now, this is enough — sharing quiet moments in his beloved impala, drinking diet pepsi, and knowing that no matter what supernatural threats you face, you'll face them together.

the rain continues as baby carries you both through the night, towards whatever adventure awaits. but in this moment, you're exactly where you want to be — by DEAN WINCHESTER'S side, his best friend, his baby.

as the downpour continues, creating a steady rhythm against the impala's roof. dean turns onto a secluded side of the road, the trees creating a canopy overhead. he kills the engine and turns to face you, his eyes dark and full of longing. next thing you know. you're both in the backseat of baby.

you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against yours. you part your lips, letting out a soft moan as his tongue explores your mouth. your hands find their way to the short spiky strands of his hair, tugging softly as the kiss deepens.

dean pulls back, his forehead resting against yours. "you sure about this?" he whispers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

you nod, looking him in the eyes. "yeah. i want this. i want you."

he kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. you arch into him, your body on fire with need.

dean breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. "we can stop anytime you want," he says, his voice gruff.

you shake your head, your hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. "i don't want to stop. not now. not ever."

he helps you out of his worn brown leather jacket, your shirt and expertly unclasps your lace bra, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your bare upper body. he leans down, his lips finding your breasts, his tongue teasing your nipples. you gasp, your back arching as pleasure shoots through you.

dean's hand travels down your body, his fingers finding the waistband of your jeans. he looks up at you, waiting for your approval. you nod, biting your lip as anticipation builds.

he slowly removes them, his eyes never leaving yours. he kisses you deeply, his hands exploring your body. you moan into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders as he touches you in ways you've only ever dreamed of.

dean's fingers find their way inside your tight pussy, your body clenching around him as he finds your sweet spot. you gasp his name, your body trembling as pleasure builds.

"oh, de," you moan softly, a little out of breath from the intensity of it all.

he increases his pace, his thumb circling your clit as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. you cry out as you come undone, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

dean waits until you come down from your high before removing his own worn out faded jeans. he quickly rolls on a condom, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to devour you whole. he entered you slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust. you let out a soft gasp, your pussy clenching around him.

you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he starts to move. he moved within you, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. the impala rocked gently beneath you, the rhythm of your bodies matching the rhythm of the car, and the sounds of soft skin slapping fill the air. you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

you cried out his name as you come undone, your pussy convulsing around him. dean follows soon after, his body trembling as he releases deep inside you. he collapsed on top of you, but made sure he wasn't crushing you underneath his body. his breathing was heavy, holding you close, and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

the two of you lay there for a long time, tangled together in the backseat of the impala, the silence broken only by the sound of your breathing. the world outside the car slowly came back into focus, the dark trees blurring in the distance. you looked up at dean, his face softened in the dim light.

he smiled down at you, a gentle, loving smile. "y'okay?" he whispered, pressing gentle kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and eyelids.

you wrap your arms around him, nodding. your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "'m perfect," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.

he kisses you softly and pulls back to admire you again, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "you're amazing, baby," he whispers back, his eyes full of love and adoration.

you snuggled closer to him, his body warm and comforting. in that moment, in the backseat of the impala, surrounded by the quiet still of the night. you both lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain continuing to pour outside. and for the first time in your life, you feel truly content, truly happy. you know that no matter what comes your way, you'll face it with dean by your side.

you're finally his. his baby. his girl.

[thesilmarillionblog]

WASTE ── series masterlist. (COMPLETE.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 61.102

Warnings: +18!, SMUT!, loss of virginity, unrequited love, heavy angst, hurt, drama, jealousy, sexual tension, painful, confessions

Trope: Friends to Lovers Ao3 Link is here.

♱ Waste: Chapter: 1 ♱ Waste: Special Chapter 1

♱ Waste: Chapter: 2 ♱ Waste: Special Chapter 2 (Soon)

♱ Waste: Chapter: 3 ♱ Waste: Special Chapter 3 (Soon)

♱ Waste: Chapter: 4

♱ Waste: Chapter: 5

♱ Waste: Chapter: 6

THE PLAYLIST 🎧

1- Waste by Kxllswxtch

2- It Takes A Lot to Know A Man by Damien Rice

3- Honeythief by Halou

4- Now the One You Once Loved Is Leaving by Lydia

5- Deathbeds by Bring Me the Horizon

[little-diable]

Drunken Minds Sober Hearts - Dean Winchester (smut)

We love a good friends to lovers fic, especially with Dean, don't we? Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Drunk off her face the reader told Dean, her best friend, that she hasn't slept with anybody because she wants him to be her first. But will she admit to that when she's sober too?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, loss of virginity, outdoor, oral (f), friends to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)

The cold breeze teased her arms, leaving (y/n) shuddering with her back pressed to the blanket and her eyes focused up ahead. Even though Dean emanated enough warmth to make her feel his closeness, deep down she knew that she wasn’t trembling like a leaf because of the cold, but because of the awfully intimate touch this moment had to it.

No words were spoken between the two as they kept staring at the night sky, trying to count the stars that were twinkling for them only—or at least that’s what it felt like. She felt Dean’s hand close to hers, about to touch, about to interlace their fingers, and yet neither of them dared to cross the distance between them just yet.

Dean had asked her hours ago if she trusted him and if he could take her somewhere to distract them from past hunts and exhausting weeks. And who was she to say no to Dean Winchester—her best friend, her better half, her one true love—even though he knew nothing of the feelings she harbored for him.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Dean cleared his throat, letting his head roll towards her as he spoke. She didn’t reply, only looked at him as she waited for him to continue.

“I don’t think you remember much of Saturday night. But you said something to me, something I can’t stop thinking of.” Heat rose to her face as Dean’s words began to sink in. Saturday night hadn’t been her proudest moment; with too many shots poured down her throat, she had eventually lost control, blabbering away things she now couldn’t remember.

“Is it true that you haven’t allowed anybody to touch you because you want me to be your first?” She choked on her breath, having to sit up to try and let some air flood through her aching lungs. Her body was burning up in embarrassment while she made a silent promise to never drink again. She felt Dean’s hand on her back, softly rubbing circles on the fabric of her sweater as she tried to calm down.

“Did I really say that?” (Y/n) couldn’t look at her best friend and was trying to figure out how she could get the ground to open up and swallow her whole. But before she could even begin to plan her escape, Dean’s hand had found her chin, tilting it up for her to look at him.

“Hey, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Her words got stuck in her throat as Dean’s thumb found her mouth, carefully pulling her lower lip from the grasp her teeth had on the thin skin. Both looked at one another as if they could read each other’s minds, deciphering every emotion flushing through their systems, emotions that urged their movements as Dean’s lips found hers.

Dean didn’t allow her to break away as he pulled her into his lap, slowly feeling (y/n) relax in his grasp. Her arms found their way around his neck, getting lost in a kiss both had only imagined but never dared to speak of. The kiss was slow, allowing both to adjust to the sensation and yet it was urged on by their longings and fears, by whatever had managed to hold them back for the past years. 

“I need you to be honest with me, sweetheart. Was it the truth?” Dean murmured his words against her slightly swollen lips. His hands kept a tight grasp on her, fingertips running along the seam of her sweatshirt, about to disappear beneath the thick fabric. 

“It is the truth, and I’m sorry for drunkenly dumping that on you.” She tried to look away, tried to focus on anything but Dean, but the hunter’s grasp only grew tighter, not daring to let her go. Another kiss was pressed against her lips, a kiss that drew a soft moan from (y/n), a sound that gave Dean the needed push to flip them around. Their eyes held contact as Dean hovered over her, admiring every part of her frame. 

“We shouldn’t do this out here, you deserve a bed, something comfortable.” The concern dripping from Dean’s words left (y/n) chuckling, she pulled him back down for a kiss, and let her legs wrap around his waist to feel his growing erection against her covered heat. Both moaned in unison from the new friction this movement offered, a sensation so addicting, (y/n) knew there was no way to ever let go of Dean again. 

“I don’t need a bed, Dean. I just want you, and to be honest, something boring isn’t our style anyway, is it?” His chuckles vibrated through her body as Dean kissed his way down her throat, letting his hands pull her sweater up to her chest. The groan that clawed through him was raspier than any sound she had heard before, allowing her eyes to wander over his handsome features while his eyes focused on her naked, braless chest. 

“You’re fucking beautiful, (y/n).” No longer did she feel the cold breeze stroking her, no longer did she pick up on the whispers warning her of the way she’d lose herself tonight. All (y/n) could focus on was Dean, the man who had always owned her heart, the man she’d give her life for. 

(Y/n)’s head rolled back as his lips found her naked chest, sucking on one hardening nub while his free fingers took care of the other. Dean wanted to comment on how perfectly she fit into his hands, how it felt as if she had been created for him only, but his words got stuck in his throat as his middle moved against hers again, creating just enough friction for the both of them. 

“Can I taste you? Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Dean’s whispers left (y/n) choking on her gasps, unable to reply with any words. All she could do was shoot him an eager nod while raising her hips for Dean to pull her jeans down her legs. Once again, a growl managed to break out of Dean, a sound that forced (y/n) to drown in the different sensations she was held hostage by. 

“You’re soaked, baby.” The comment drew a whine from (y/n), she had to grasp the blanket, had to find something to hold onto before she’d grow too eager, needing to feel whatever Dean could offer her. 

His warm fingers pushed her soaked panties aside, he gave himself a few moments to study her, hoping that he could burn this very image into his mind – forever remembering it as if he were a blind man being offered his sight back for only a handful of seconds. And for that, he’d always choose (y/n), studying the woman he felt deeply connected to. 

Dean’s tongue brushed against her pulsing bundle, leaving (y/n) moaning. He ate her out with an unfamiliar kind of urgency, offering her a glimpse into what was awaiting her. Heaven – the pearly gates – or simply the love both couldn’t deny any longer.

Whatever it was, it pushed her closer towards Dean, hearts and souls connected. 

“Dean,” (y/n) sobbed his name as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, letting them curl against the swollen spot he instantly managed to find. With her back arched off the blanket, and her thighs quivering, (y/n) forced her eyes back up to the night sky. She needed to focus on something else, keeping herself from giving in way too quickly. 

She had never allowed another man to touch her like this, deep down she had been too stuck on the possibility of Dean loving her, holding onto the thinnest thread of hope that had been close to snapping – a thread that now got woven into a thick rope, unable to ever snap apart. 

Her shaking fingers found his hair, tugging on the roots to draw a raspy groan from Dean, a sound that forced her gaze back down to him. And as they looked at one another, pupils filled with love, adoration, and longing, (y/n) felt herself being pushed over the edge. She came with a cry, had to squeeze her eyes shut to hold onto this feeling, the blinding sensation that had never felt this strong when she had touched herself to the thought of Dean. 

“Jesus, Dean. What even was that?” The sound of his chuckles echoed through the night. He moved up her body to find her lips for a kiss, letting their tongues tangle as she tasted herself on the strong muscle. Her hands disappeared beneath his shirt, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. 

“Only the beginning, sweetheart.” He let go of her to undo his belt before reaching for his wallet to pull a condom free. She took it from his grasp while he freed his twitching cock from the confines of his trousers, staring down at (y/n) whose eyes had that special twinkle to them. His heart swelled in his chest at the mere sight of her, grateful that he finally got a chance to express his feelings, to leave his anxiety behind – all so he could love her the way she deserved to be loved. 

Their eyes held contact as she rolled the condom down his aching length with shaking fingers, as she laid back down on the blanket, and as Dean positioned himself at her entrance. 

“Tell me if it hurts too much, I’ll be careful.” (Y/n)’s arm found its way around his neck to pull Dean down for a kiss. The second their lips met, he pushed into her, drawing a pained whimper from her. He held still for a moment, allowing her to adjust before he kept on moving, sinking further into her tightness. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good, baby.” Dean’s gritty voice left her walls clenching around him, wordlessly begging him for more. With his weight shifted onto his forearm, Dean started moving quicker, adding more strength to his thrusts to draw the sweetest moans from (y/n). 

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop touching me, Dean.” She sobbed her words as her fingernails began leaving crescent shapes on his neck. (Y/n)’s thighs quivered around his waist, she was torn between all different sensations, unsure what to focus on, while her second orgasm was close to flushing through her all too quickly. 

“Touch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock.” His command left (y/n) gasping, forcing her eyes back up towards Dean’s green ones. The smirk playing on his lips was enough to leave her sweating in need while feeling him buried oh so deep inside of her. She rubbed her pulsing bundle with quick movements, set on pushing herself over the edge while Dean fucked her into the blanket. 

“Dean,” his name left her lips like a prayer, in desperate need of guidance, unsure what to do with the massive wave of emotions which were about to flush through her. And with another whine leaving her, (y/n) came for Dean, allowing him to watch her unfold right in front of his eyes. He kept fucking her, didn’t want to give in before he had managed to push her through the intense sensation, only as she relaxed beneath him did Dean finally give in with her name leaving him. 

“Promise to hold onto me forever, Dean.” (Y/n) panted the words with a smile glued to her lips. Her fingers brushed through his hair, desperate to keep on feeling every part of him. 

“Let the stars be my witnesses, I promise to love you till the day I die, sweetheart.”

[dubina-dawkins]

FORD MUSTANG '66 BACK SEAT

~2k words (i got carried away :p)

pairing: teen! dean winchester x teen!virgin! reader

> your uncle got you a perfect 18th birthday gift - white ford mustang '66, and dean is in awe. not only because of the car, but because of the birthday girl too

warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! f! masturbation mentioned, loss of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected (done by professionals don't try at home), softdom! dean, afab! reader, really fluffy and gentle, lots of kisses i mean how do they still breath, may be kind of continuation (but not a direct one but after some time yk) of my previous work with teen! dean and teen! reader, reader is hunter btw but this is mentioned less, no usage of y/n

REPOSTS WILL BE APPRECIATED

"Are you kidding...he gave you that baby girl? Damn it, your uncle has taste!" Dean laughs, approaching the vintage car from the bumper, palms wide on the cold metal. He stares out the windshield, then walks around the car in a circle before turning back to you, one arm around your shoulders.

Your birthday was literally, like, a week ago? But since your uncle was busy, he didn't get you a present until yesterday. And today Dean was here on your call. Secretly from dad, of course. Sam's at school somewhere, so there's no need to keep an eye on the kid, so, uh...

"Uh-huh. A useful gift for hunters, huh? Especially since uncle let me hunt alone or with you now... Cool stuff. And even though I'm a bit of a machine builder 'cause I'm always helping him, I think I'm gonna need some help, you know..." You start, turning so that your fingers slip into his messy hair, and Dean laughs.

"If you want me to drive this hottie until you get your driver's license-"

"Bingo!"

Dean laughs, his hands finding a place on your ribs as he pulls you into a tender kiss. The touch of his lips on yours was always too gentle, and it was infuriating sometimes. Knowing Dean, he could have done so much more. Just cared, I guess?

You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Knowing Dean freakin' Winchester, it was easy to see that he loved you very much. Well, loved you as much as he could. Sometimes it was a fight, but not a big one - hell, you're only 18, what the hell is there to fight about?

Especially since you now had official permission for alone time - soon you'd be hunting together, which meant lots of adventure, blood, sweat, and lives saved. Sometimes that last point was purely functional, and yet. Just you and him.

You couldn't call yourself an innocent Christian girl. You hated the church, God and angels with all your soul after all you had seen and gone through. They're in, they're out, it doesn't make much difference. So sinning didn't seem like a bad idea. Especially when you're just getting back from a walk with Dean in the night, when he's running away from home in his father's car - let's just say he wasn't promised his own car until he was 21 - and the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, ribs, waist and hips still hangs in space...

Then your fingers traveled south, stroking first the lower abdomen, then the labia, then the wet passage, and finally up to the clit.... you could've sworn your panties hadn't been dry after any encounter with your boyfriend. Dean's wink or a glance at your neck, your waist, and you'd be drowning. God, why's he so pretty all the time?

"Okay, now..." Dean pulls back and walks around the car to open the door and land in the driver's seat. His eyes glisten, and you can tell he's enjoying this immensely. Somewhere along the lines of his favorite movies and listening to Led Zeppelin.

His strong palms grip the steering wheel, and he leans back to keep it at arm's length. And Dean laughs again, stroking the leather of the steering wheel with his thumbs. "Pretty one, that's for sure..."

You land in the backseat, and he turns to you, raising an eyebrow. Without even hearing his question, you smile and fold your hands in your lap.

"I can't get used to the fact that it's all, like, mine. And I'm kind of scared to sit in the front. I guess it'll pass with time." You don't have time to finish the sentence when he gets out of the car, and a few moments later he's standing in front of the open backseat door.

"Then I should join you," he laughs, jumping to you, putting his hand on your lower back. You shriek and laugh, pressing your lips against his. The kiss is long, sensual, and at some point Dean's hands move down to your thighs, spreading them wide, and he pushes you back against the seats, towering over you. When he pulled away from the kiss, you looked up at him wide-eyed, doubt flickering across his face instead of a smirk.

"Uh...I hope you've-...you've already had someone, right...?" he gently takes you by the hips, wrapping your legs around his waist, and you only blush.

"Well...no?"

Dean closes his eyes for a moment and frowns, stroking your thighs with his thumbs, the same tenderness he used to stroke the steering wheel of your Mustang. Yeah, well, considering you were a hunter too, you didn't have much of a chance for a relationship...

"Ah, so...I get to be first? Woah..." he'd be lying if he said it didn't excite him even more, but it scared him too. However, he smiles and bends towards you, not allowing you to give an answer, his lips pressed against yours again. He places one hand on your chin, gently, two fingers opening your mouth for his tongue as his other hand creeps down to your stomach, stroking it.

"God, you're so- aah, fuck..." Dean sinks down between your legs, unzipping the fly of your jeans and pulling them down your legs. When his teeth snag the elastic of your panties, you whimper, putting your hand on his head, and he laughs. "Shh, not yet."

He looks at your glistening, wet folds, and God, it means everything. Dean licks his fingers - though it wasn't necessary at all, you were fucking soaked - and gently presses his thumb against your clit. When that elicits a soft moan of his name from you, he chuckles.

"Are you okay, baby?" He whispers, kissing your stomach, and gently pulls up your t-shirt. He kisses your collarbones while his free hand works on the clasp of your bra.

But God, you're too good to respond with anything but a whimper. You take off your shirt, and he pulls off your bra, and for a moment he just stops, staring at you. A low growl escapes Dean's lips. "You're so beautiful for me, baby..."

He brings his hand back to your pussy, gently stroking the space next to your passage, and your already tight walls tighten around nothing. He whimpers at the mere sight, pressing his lips to your nipples. Every sensation is new, every touch sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body. You put your arms around his neck, one hand creeping up to his disheveled hair, the other reaching down to his back.

Dean throws off his leather jacket and flannel, leaving only a T-shirt, and the cold material of his amulet burns your skin as he leans in again to leave kisses on your skin. "It might hurt now. Tell me if you need me to stop..." But you both know that neither you nor he wants to stop it.

Dean rises to capture your lips again in a kiss, and his middle finger slides into your channel, and you let out a loud sob at the sensation. His fingers are different, feel completely unfamiliar. And it's too exciting, especially when he gently pushes his finger deeper, and your core squelches so lewdly that you blush.

"De...feels so good," you whimper, hugging his shoulders, your hands in fists clutching the fabric of his t-shirt. "I'm trying, love," he laughs against your lips, his finger stroking your walls in a circular motion, and you grind against his hand - at which point Dean presses his hand to your stomach and begins to move his own finger inside, discreetly adding his ring finger as well.

You arch your back, and he kisses your cheek. "So good, you're so good, baby. So good at taking me like a good girl," your walls clench around his fingers at his praise, and Dean groans at the sensation - the bump on his jeans getting noticeably harder as he muffles both his and your moans with a kiss.

You feel bratty, pulling your hands to his belt, and Dean growls against your lips. "Can you handle this? I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart," he pulls his own jeans down, tossing them off his legs somewhere on the back of the driver's seat, followed by his T-shirt. Your fingers stroll phantomly over his waist and hip bones as he slides his fingers out of you with a squelch of your walls, and you whimper unhappily.

"Please, Dean-"

"Shh, shh, shh..." He strokes your cheek, bending down to kiss your swollen lips again, and his free hand guides your palms to the waistband of his boxers, and you obediently pull that down, letting him away from the kiss. Your eyes widen as you stare at his erection, and Dean chuckles shyly.

"Whoa..." you lick your lips, and purely out of interest, you touch your fingers to the tip. His shaft throbbed, and Dean let out a high-pitched whimper as his precum began to glisten under your finger.

"Baby, let's not make any more comments," he picks up your hand, intertwining your fingers, and gently positions himself between your thighs. Dean can't resist the opportunity to rub me against your swollen clit, and you synchronously make almost identical sounds - something between a high-pitched moan and a sob.

"...Are you sure?"

"Dean, shut up and get to work."

He laughs, leaning down to your face again. "That's my girl."

And he pushes into you in one, slow thrust, inch by inch, swallowing your moans of pain and pleasure in another kiss. God, a little more, and your lips would have turned blue.

He pulls away from your lips, arching his back, and catches your hands in his, intertwining your fingers again. Dean hisses, squeezing your hands. "So fucking tight...just for me, huh...?"

He doesn't just fill you up - his hardness overwhelms you, and you feel complete for the first time in your life. Your fingers grip his hands as if your whole life depends on it. "F-fuck, it's so huge-"

"Believe it or not, you're the first person to tell me that," he leans to you again, kissing your cheek as his hips move and he begins his slow pace. His thrusts may be measured but they're precise, each time his tip taps harder on that most sensitive point inside you, and it seems there are more stars in front of your eyes than there are in the night sky.

"You're doing well, baby...So tight, so wet, so pliable, just, just for me..." He whispers into your ear as his thrusts become less controlled, more needy. Your walls quiver and his length throb more and more inside-you're both close, and that knowledge drives you insane.

"D- yaaah, Dean, I'm close-" He doesn't answer anything, just presses his lips against you again and roughly penetrates your mouth with his tongue, his palms gripping your waist hard enough to bruise it, but one hand does drop down between your bodies to caress your swollen clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And this is it, you cry out his name, your walls tighten around his cock, and he hisses, with a loud pop of your bodies releasing his length from your heat.

But you don't let him out that easily.

"My turn," you grin weakly, your hand taking his erection in your fist, giving it a few quick strokes, and he fucks your fist like he's in heat, nuzzling his face against your neck, making a moan so pathetic it's even cute.

"I love you so much...Baby, baby, sweetheart, fuck-" He whispers frantically, and with one final thrust, shots of his seed crash into your palm, your side, and the leather of the seats. Dean wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly, pulling you close, his face finding its place in your hair as he exhales hoarsely. "So fucking much..." he says, breathing heavily, his voice muffled by your locks.

There were tissues in the glove compartment, right?

a/n: still love my baby. still a tooth rotting fluff. your honor I'm sorry!! was working on reqs but i just thought of this idea and couldn't get it out of my head so that's it.......

[holylulusworld]

Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Swaying (2) (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (6) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[aylacavebear]

Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 33

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 8241

Warnings: Dean being Dean, Fluff (lots), EXPLICIT Sexual Content, Virgin(ish) reader, Loss of Virginity, More Fluff, Premonition. (Pretty sure that's it.)

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 33

The night had been blissfully relaxing. Things between you and Dean had never gone further than a steamy make-out session, but that had been enough to leave you breathless and wanting. Dinner had been a success—delicious and satisfying, with enough leftovers to carry you through the next couple of days. Falling asleep in his arms, you’d felt that sense of peace, a smile lingering on your lips as you drifted into dreams.

This morning, however, was all about him. His birthday. The day you’d been secretly preparing for.

Just after five, you slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Closing the bedroom door softly behind you, you padded to the kitchen, your bare feet brushing against the cool floor. You had plans and didn’t want to wake him early. While the coffee pot brewed, the aroma teasing your senses, you began gathering ingredients, a delighted smile adorning your expression.

Since you’d been practicing the bubble technique Pamela had suggested, you’d been able to keep some of your thoughts from him, like what your plans for today were. Everything you needed was already in the kitchen, even if you’d need to do everything by hand instead of using a mixer. 

By six, the cakes were in the oven, and you were on your second cup of coffee, contentedly washing dishes while humming softly to yourself. The bunker was quiet, safe for the gentle rush of water from the sink. You checked the bedroom door occasionally, but Dean was still sleeping soundly. 

With this particular cake recipe, it included a recipe for frosting. So, while the cakes cooked, you tackled that next, blending the ingredients by hand and whisking till it was nice and fluffy. You slid the bowl into the fridge to chill just as the timer went off. Pulling the cakes from the oven, you poked them lightly with a toothpick, nodding in satisfaction. Five more minutes. 

You set up the cooling wracks on the table, maximizing your limited space, and mentally debated blocking the small gap beneath the bedroom door to keep the sweet aromas from reaching him. In the end, you decided against it, figuring since it wasn’t pie, he’d probably sleep through it.

If you had had the stuff for pie, you would have made him pie, but hoped he understood. It wasn’t like you could make a quick trip to the grocery store the night before or even this morning. Not with Pamela’s warning, even with Cole in custody.

By the time the cakes were cooling on the racks, you’d moved on to breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. Sadly, there was nothing you could use to make hashbrowns or would have done those too. Still, everything was falling into place. So far, so good. He’s still sleeping. 

The plan was simple—surprise him with breakfast in bed, complete with a steaming cup of coffee. Then, the cake. By then, you hoped your nerves would have settled. A leap of faith.

You weren’t too worried about breakfast dishes right away—they could wait. After making up a plate for each of you, you quickly frosted the cakes, stacking them carefully with a layer of frosting between them. The soft scrape of the spatula against the bowl was almost rhythmic, a small comfort as you smoothed the final layer. 

Balancing both plates and two cups of coffee, you took a steadying breath before heading back to the room. Quietly pushing the door open, you stepped inside, the warm aroma of breakfast trailing with you. A hint of sweetness followed from the cakes, mixing gently with everything else. Even in the dim light, you could make out Dean’s outline on the bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a moment, you paused, watching him, letting the calmness of it all wash over you and steady your nerves. His relaxed form, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the soft sound of his breathing—it anchored you. 

Carefully, you set the plates and cups on the nightstand before sitting next to his sleeping form. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and Dean stirred, rolling onto his back. One hand rested over his heart, the other loose at his side.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him. Even half-buried in sleep, he looked so at ease, his features softened by the darkness. You reached out, cupping his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you further as your thumb gently rubbed over the faint scruff there. “Hey, birthday boy,” you murmured softly, “You gonna sleep the day away?” letting your emotions wrap around him while he slept, gently pulling him from his dreamless slumber.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile before he even opened his eyes. “Someone’s up early,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, and your smile deepened at the familiar gravelly tone.

“It’s your birthday. Why wouldn’t I be up early?” you teased lightly, your voice lilting with affection as you reached over to switch on the lamp.

The warm glow illuminated his face just as the rich aroma of the breakfast reached his sleepy senses. Dean inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering to the plates on the nightstand before shifting back to you. His smile widened, slow and content, his expression laced with something that made your heart flutter. 

“You’re amazing, you know that,” he murmured, his voice still rough but filled with warmth. All he could think about was pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

A quiet giggle slipped out when your eyes met his, feeling what he wanted to do. “Breakfast first.” The look in your eyes and the smile on your lips betrayed just how much you wanted to give in to him right then and there, but you had a plan this morning. “Kiss first?” he countered, giving you the best puppy eyes he could, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glint hidden behind the plea. You bit your bottom lip, your heart skipping at the way his gaze lingered on you. “If I kiss you first, breakfast will get cold.”

Dean raised an eyebrow and, even still groggy from sleep, wondered what that might mean. He didn’t push the topic. Although he pouted at you when you refused him even a peck on the cheek, making you laugh softly. As he sat up, you grabbed his cup of coffee, handing it to him once he got himself comfortable against the headboard.

But then, without a word, you quickly got up and left the room, leaving Dean staring after you, puzzled. He sipped his coffee, his brow furrowed slightly. You hadn’t given anything away, and now you’d left him wondering all sorts of things. 

It wasn’t long before you returned,  a tray in your hands and a soft smile on your lips. Dean’s gaze locked onto you and every movement you made, his tiredness forgotten. There was something about you that felt different, and it was making him think things he didn’t want to focus on just yet.

You set the tray gently over his legs, then placed his plate in the center of it, arranging everything with care. “Happy birthday, Dean,” you said, your voice warm, your smile reaching your eyes.

For a moment, all he could do was stare, his breath catching in his chest. The growl of his stomach finally broke the spell, earning a soft laugh from you. He couldn’t help but grin back at you, still at a loss for words. 

You’d cooked for the two of you before, but this felt different, you felt different, it all felt different somehow, and he had no idea what to say. While he was distracted, you left a soft kiss on his cheek, his stubble rough but welcome against your lips. 

He chuckled, his cheeks warming as he looked at you. “That’s cheating, kissing me when I’m not paying attention.”

“All’s fair in love and war,”  you quipped, settling beside him and retrieving your own plate. “I hope you like it. Plus, there’s a surprise for after if you still have room.”

Your focus shifted to your plate, but Dean’s stayed firmly on you. His gaze softened as he took you in—the way a few strands of your hair fell across your face, the slight flush in your cheeks, the way your smile lingered as you picked at your food. You were so damned beautiful it made his heart swell with love. How the hell did I get so damn lucky? “Are you gonna at least taste it, or just stare at me while I eat?” you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes as you took a bite of bacon.

Dean shook his head in amusement, deciding this was, by far, his favorite morning ever with you. “Just admiring the view,” he said smoothly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

When he did finally start eating, the happy groans and moans of satisfaction that he made filled the room, and had your heart speeding up a little at a time. “This is amazing,” he mumbled through a mouthful of food, pulling laughter from you with how adorable he got.

During breakfast, there was laughter, stolen glances, and both of you felt that anticipation for different reasons. There were also no interruptions, letting the two of you memorize how it all felt and enjoy the intimacy of breakfast in bed together. He loved the way your eyes danced with your laughter. And you loved how he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice.

When he polished off his plate, Dean set the tray on the floor next to the bed. He drained the last of his coffee and set the cup down on the nightstand. “I know it’s my birthday, but you didn’t have to cook,” he told you, his voice soft, but he had savored every bite he’d taken.

You popped the last piece of bacon in your mouth, savoring the crisp, smoky flavor before moving your plate to the nightstand. When your eyes met his, a soft smile curled your lips. “I know. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have. Just like when you cook for us,” you pointed out teasingly, your tone light. “Would you like your surprise now?”

Dean leaned back slightly, tapping a finger on his chin in mock contemplation. The playful gesture made a quiet laugh bubble out of you. “What if I just want that kiss now?” he countered, his eyes glinting with mischief. But beneath that, something deeper lingered—a yearning that made your breath catch. “I am supposed to kiss the cook, right?” The smirk that found his lips parted your own as your breath quickened.

It took a beat too long to shake off the pull of his gaze, to force yourself to think clearly. Your thoughts tumbled over themselves as you steadied your voice. “Will you at least look at the surprise I have for you? Then I’ll give you that kiss,” you bargained, hoping he’d be patient just a little bit longer.

Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on the look in your eyes or your emotions as they mixed with his. His green eyes searched yours, unable to formulate the question he wanted to ask you. “Yeah,” he sighed, relenting on pushing you further. He wanted to tell you that all he wanted to do was hold you close, kiss you with everything he felt, but he wasn’t about to push you.

You saw and felt it all—hope, longing, and the faintest threat of worry—frowning only for a moment before you smiled and pecked him quickly on the cheek. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” you told him quickly, then got out of bed. 

Again, he watched you go, then rubbed a hand through his still-messy hair, trying to figure out what else you could have possibly done in the early morning hours while he’d slept. In the kitchen, your hands trembled as you studied the cake. The word ‘Yes,’ carefully traced in icing, stared back at you, and your stomach twisted in a knot of excitement and fear. After a shaky breath, you grabbed two small plates and forks, then carefully balanced his cake in your hands.

“Close your eyes,” you called from just outside the doorway, standing just out of view.

Dean grumbled lightly but obliged, his lids shutting as he shifted on the bed. “Alright, they’re closed,” he muttered, though the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You could feel his anticipation humming through the connection, a low buzz that matched your own, even if they were for different reasons.

First, you peeked your head into the room to make sure, then bit your bottom lip as you slipped inside. The plates clinked softly as you set them on your side of the bed. Then, carefully, you placed the cake on the bed in front of him and settled down across from it, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. “Okay, you can open ‘em,” you said, your voice bright with excitement, though your hands fidgeted in your lap.

He opened one eye first, locking onto you. His other eye followed, slightly confused. A moment later, he looked down, finding the cake. His brow furrowed as he tilted his head, reading the single word scrawled on the cake. It made his mind race with what it could mean. The longer he stayed quiet, the more your smile fell. When his gaze finally lifted back to you, the frown that tugged at your lips made his chest tighten.

“Talk to me,” he said gently, his hand reaching out to cradle your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin, a grounding touch as he tried to unravel the sadness now bleeding through the bond because you’d been so happy all morning. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes flicked between his, searching for reassurance. “It’s the answer to the question you asked me, that I never answered,” you admitted, your voice small, too shy to say it out loud. About being your girlfriend, your whispered words drifted through his mind.

Dean’s face softened with joy, his thumb brushing over your cheek before his hands cupped your face gently. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed you, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that made your heart skip. You tilted your head just a bit so you could be just that much closer, reminding yourself that the cake was still between the two of you. Dean had had plenty of birthdays, but this was definitely at the top of the list as his favorite.

The kiss deepened slowly, a dance of lips that was all warmth and affection. With careful hands, you moved the plates and the cake to your side of the bed. Without breaking the tender rhythm of the kiss, you moved closer, now on your knees in front of him, as close as you could get with how he was sitting. But that didn’t stop Dean. He let his hands find your waist, gently pulling you to straddle his lap.

There was no rush as he held you close, enjoying the warmth of your embrace, the softness of your lips, and the love that wrapped his soul in a blanket. His heart was pounding, but he wouldn’t push anything this morning. He never did. Even if all he got to do was hold you like this, he’d consider this the best birthday ever.

Instead of wrapping your arms around the back of his neck like you typically would, you slipped them beneath his arms, around his back. The anxiety tightened a little around your chest, but you focused on Dean, on the love he had for you, and his hope for the future.

With your eyes closed, you let your hands explore him, like they had done several times before, but this time, your touch was a bit more intimate. He tried not to get lost in how your hands felt, even over his shirt, but a quiet groan slipped past his lips, consumed in the kiss. Gingerly, you slid your hands down his sides, feeling how his muscles flexed under your touch. It made you smile against his lips before you took that leap of faith, finding the hem of his shirt.

The moment your fingers touched his skin, he took a sharp inhale. He’d only been holding you, not wanting to push you that morning, truly being grateful for what you’d already done. However, the way your fingers teased his flesh sent warmth through his body, making his heart quicken. Dean didn’t pull away, though, deciding to go only as far as you’d let him, slowly allowing his hands to slip along your back, then take a moment and rest on your hips. 

You never pulled away, even when he slid his hands under your shirt over your thighs, finding your hips again. This time, though, he let his thumb brush against your skin just above the waistband of your sleep shorts. The sensation made your skin tingle and your body warm. A leap of faith, you mentally reminded yourself but didn’t share it with Dean.

There was no rush for either of you. Sure, the two of you had made out a few times, but both your hands always stayed above clothes. The one time Dean had attempted to, you’d stopped him, so he never pushed again, respecting your boundary. Right now, though, feeling your soft hands tentatively exploring his muscles was more than he thought he could take. It was when you slowly tried to take his shirt off that he gently stopped you, placing his hands on your arms. “Sweetheart, if you do that, I’m gonna have to take care of myself, or it’ll be painful,” he told you softly, his breathing a little heavier, knowing how difficult it would be just to pull away. Then there was how his body responded to you when he would attempt to control it.

You did understand what he meant. He had explained it before to you. Instead of saying anything right away, you reached up and cupped his cheek, a soft smile on your lips. “Dean, I want to be with you. I’m your birthday present.”

For a moment, all he could do was look at you, somewhat puzzled. He didn’t want to assume anything, even with feeling your emotions through the connection. Yeah, he could tell you were nervous, but he’d also completely forgotten about the cake too.

Seeing and feeling his confusion, you chuckled a little, then gently moved his head so he could look at the cake on your side of the bed. “You did still want me to be your girlfriend, right?” you asked softly as he read those three letters on the top of his cake before looking at you again.

“Well, yes,” he replied, still slightly confused.

“I’m your birthday present,” you repeated just as softly as before. “All of me. I want to be with you, mind, soul, and body.”

Dean tried so hard to contain the rush of emotions—excitement, desire, love, passion—but you felt all of them like a tidal wave through the connection. He set his hand over yours, then kissed your palm as you took a shaky breath. It almost felt hard to breathe as you looked into his eyes.

“Then I’m going to unwrap you slowly and enjoy every inch of you,” he whispered, sending goosebumps down your entire body. The thought alone made his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

He helped you off his lap, so you sat on the bed near where he was. You watched him as he got up and moved all the foodstuff to the top of the dresser. His movements had a purpose, and you couldn’t help but watch how his muscles flexed with each of them. The moment he turned and looked over at you, his breath caught in his chest.

The innocence in your eyes mixed with so many other emotions that swirled through the connection had his heart pounding and his breathing shallow. God, you’re so beautiful. His whispered thought brought a light blush to your cheeks as you ducked your head a little. Dean could tell you were nervous, but he could also tell that you really did want this.

Before he returned to the bed, sitting in front of you, he had removed his shirt. So, when you looked back up at him, your lips parted at the sight, unable to stop your tongue from wetting them. You’d never seen him without a shirt before, and it took your breath away. The movement caught his attention for a moment before his gaze returned to yours.

A soft smile found his lips as he reached down to the hem of your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours, slowly sliding it up, his fingers teasing your skin in feather-light touches along the way. A quiet chuckle made him smile when you shivered, seeing the goosebumps dance along your skin from his touch. 

Dean had played out plenty of fantasies in his mind, especially since the day he had found you on the bathroom floor, naked. The moment froze when he tossed your shirt somewhere on the floor, and your hands rested on his chest. 

You could feel his heart beating as quickly as yours. His breathing was both shallow but a little faster. Every time that fear and anxiety tried to wrap around your chest, you focused on him and the emotions he was feeling that danced with yours. Just as his hands traveled slowly down your arms, his lips found yours again in another tender kiss. He inhaled deeply through his nose the moment your hands began exploring him again, and it took everything in him not to just devour you. With one hand on the middle of your back, he gently laid you back, onto the mattress with him half lying over you, half next to you. 

The way his skin felt against yours was comforting in a way you needed, warm and reassuring. It was the way he touched you that took your breath away. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he was going to unwrap you slowly and enjoy every inch of you. Everywhere his hands explored left your skin tingling and your body wanting. This was far more intense than any makeout session the two of you had had.

His lips eventually left yours, trailing kisses down your jawline, then your neck. You’re so beautiful, his whispered words soothed you further, the fear slipping further away as hope began taking its place within you. Dean found a spot on your neck that made your back arch slightly off the bed, pushing your chest against his as you held onto him. I’m going to find all those spots.

When the quiet moan slipped past your lips, he sucked gently on that spot, your nails digging slightly into his back. He couldn’t help but smirk against your skin, knowing there’d be a mark where his lips were. Then he slowly trailed kisses across your collarbone and shoulder, letting you catch your breath for a moment while his hand rested on your hip. 

Fantasies were nothing in comparison to the feeling of his lips, breath, and hands on your skin. The further down his lips went, the warmer your body got as you felt your walls flutter the moment his tongue found your nipple. You gasped, not quite prepared for how different the sensation would be from when you would please yourself. Breathe, Sweetheart. I’ve got you. Again, his whispered thought helped you take a shaky breath and focus only on him and the moment.

Dean shifted his body so that he was more over you, propping himself up on his elbows before he gently took a breast in each hand. He wasn’t rough. This was your first time, and he wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he was enjoying you. When you tried to keep quiet out of embarrassment, his whispered words were comforting you again. It’s okay to be loud. It’s just us. I love those sounds you make.

He swirled his tongue around your nipple, your nails gently raking across his back, and this time, didn’t stifle the moan. It felt better not to try to be quiet, almost like it allowed you to enjoy the pleasure more. Dean groaned happily, hearing your moan, feeling your nails on his skin and the way your body pressed against his. 

After he felt he’d given one side plenty of attention, he kissed his way to your other breast, teasing that nipple how he had the other. He used his thumb and forefinger on the nub he had already teased with his tongue, relishing in the sounds that you made. 

It almost felt like it was too much but also like it wasn’t enough. You could feel his hardening length against your thigh, since he was lying over one of your legs. Instinctively, your hips moved against him as your walls clenched around nothing, and that coil within you began tightening. 

“Dean…” you moaned semi-quietly, begging for something you weren’t entirely sure of but knew you needed, wanted.

He looked up at you, releasing your nipple from his warm mouth, letting his hand continue to tease you. The way your emotions danced with his made everything that much more intense for him. He’d been with women over the years, but this was something he knew he’d never get tired of—feeling your desire mix with his.

Dean reluctantly slid his hands down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of fire down your abdomen as you again attempted to catch your breath. He slowed down a little more when he reached the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers teasing just under the waistband as he looked up at you. May I? 

You looked down at him, then bit your bottom lip at the sight. The love and desire he felt for you was evident in the way he was looking at you. You took a shaky breath as he rested his chin gently against the area just above your mound, bringing a small smile to your lips. I love you, your whispered thought brought a smile to his lips that matched your own. You knew he wouldn’t go any further unless you let him know it was okay. Yes.

He licked his lips, pulling his bottom one between his teeth for a moment as he steadied himself. His cock was already hard, twitching with nearly every sound that you made. However, you were his present, and he was going to do exactly what he’d stated earlier. With tentative hands, he began removing your sleep shorts, groaning at the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear.

Again, he shifted as he removed your sleep shorts, letting his hands explore your body as he did so. He made a mental note of places that made your breath hitch, and once your shorts were off, he explored those with his mouth. You knew you were going to have hickeys in several places, but the thought made you smile as he mapped every inch of your body.

Before he went further, he rocked back on his knees near the foot of the bed and looked down at you, taking in your beauty. Then, mentally thanking his mother for packing the condoms in his bag she had all those months ago. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” he told you softly before heading out of the room.

Your brows knitted together in slight confusion as to why he’d need to leave. The thought of protection hadn’t even crossed your mind until he returned with the box in hand. You instantly felt bad for not even considering that part, which had him lying next to you the moment he set the box down on the nightstand.

He pulled you close, then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “None of that. My mom packed those when we first came down here. She had really high hopes back then,” he chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. “You’re amazing, and you don’t need to feel bad for not thinking of everything.”

Let me love you, his whispered words drifted through your mind as his lips met yours, tenderly helping calm the storm that threatened to take hold. You allowed his emotions to wrap around you like a warm blanket, but the moment you felt his hand slipping between your legs, it was like an explosion of colors in your mind.

Dean moved slowly, lovingly, intimately, paying attention to how your body responded to his touch. The sounds that left your lips as his finger gently teased your clit were music to his ears and gasoline on the fire in his body. He gently pushed your thighs apart to give him more access as his lips trailed down your body again. As he moved lower, your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails gently scraping against his scalp. He nipped your skin near your hip lovingly, your body seeking his touch as he continued down and along your inner thigh. With this being your first time, he wanted you to be comfortable, so he was going to stick to simple things. The two of you could explore other things another time.

He positioned himself between your legs, gently spreading your thighs a little further apart as he watched the expressions on your face. At first, he licked his tongue along your folds, then over your clit, your grip tightening in his hair as a more guttural moan left your lips. My god, you’re delicious, his whispered words teased your mind as your walls clenched around nothing.

“Dean… please…” you moaned, needing more with the raging inferno he’d lit within you. 

His happiness pulsed through the connection, mixing with his desire took your breath away almost as much as what he was physically doing to your body. The moment he wrapped his lips around your clit and gently sucked it into his mouth, there was no keeping quiet in any way. Your eyes were closed, but his were on you, watching the way you responded to everything he did.

He made light, gentle movements over your clit. Then, he would swirl his tongue in a figure eight. Dean also noticed one spot on the side of your clit that if he added just a little extra pressure and moved his tongue in an almost lapping motion, you quickly became a squirming, moaning, whimpering mess. With his right arm, he put it over your thigh, then snaked his hand up to find your nipple, tweaking it just the right way. He allowed your pleasure to guide his movements as it danced with his own while he watched you come undone.

You were close, so close that it was driving you almost crazy. Dean… Please… So close… It was like you couldn’t make words anymore, but your thoughts drifted through his mind. He doubled his efforts with his mouth as he slid two fingers deep inside you as that coil snapped instantly, his fingers barely brushing against that spot deep inside.

When you screamed his name and your walls spasmed around his fingers, he moaned deeply against your clit, wanting to feel that around his cock. But he would wait and ride you through the waves of pleasure as they coursed through your body. As you began to come down, he slowed his movements, taking care to be gentle with you, but god, he wanted to be inside you. You were breathing heavily as your grip in his hair slowly loosened, and your hand fell to rest on your thigh. When you felt him rest his chin on your abdomen again, you looked down at him.

There was desire in his eyes, but the love there was what made you want to cry. In an instant, he was back beside you, just holding you close as you fought back tears. “Shhh… It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, cradling your head against his chest as you curled against him. “I’m sor-,” you almost apologized, then sniffled a little. “I never thought I’d have this,” you whispered.

Dean held you for a few moments, soothing the overwhelming emotions that coursed through you. He was just thankful that the fear you typically battled wasn’t among them. When you slowly pulled back to look up at him, he smiled when he saw that you were smiling up at him.

You reached up and gently pulled his face closer to yours, closing your eyes before kissing him. It was just as tender and intimate as the kiss that started this. I still want this with you, your whispered thought danced through his mind as his hands began exploring you again, soothing the tension that had found your muscles.

This time, though, your hand moved down his side, and, without warning, slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants. He moaned into your mouth when your hand brushed against his cock. Even with your inexperience, your hand felt amazing wrapped around his shaft. Dean bucked his hips gently, urging you to move your hand, so you did. 

As you awkwardly attempted to touch and please him, he expertly teased you. Although, you moved your leg so he had better access as he slid two fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. Please, I want to be inside you, he mentally pleaded when he couldn’t take it anymore and felt how close you were again.

You pulled away from his lips as your hand stilled, making his cock twitch. You didn’t even need to ask him to be gentle or go slow. It was in his eyes and his emotions, soothing any worry or doubt that tried to creep up. For a moment, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide a smile, but he hooked his fingers inside of you and pressed on that spot that arched your back and pulled a deep moan out of you.

Dean leaned closer, “I can hit that spot with more than just my fingers,” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe, making you groan at the mere thought. 

“Tease,” you mumbled playfully, making him smile wide.

He teased that spot a bit more, loving the way you squirmed and tried to pull him closer. This was something he knew he’d never get tired of seeing. With one last tease along your neck, he finally removed his fingers before he slipped off the bed. You watched him as you rubbed your thighs together and turned to where he stood. When he slipped his sweatpants off, your lips parted slightly at the sight of him, unable to keep from licking your lips. Dean chuckled, wondering briefly if you’d be up for learning how to suck cock, but pushed the thought away. Today, you were his present, and he was going to enjoy you as much as you’d let him.

He grabbed a condom out of the box, expertly opened it, and then rolled it over the head of his cock and then down his shaft. You made a mental note of how he had done that, wondering if you could perhaps have him show you so you could put one on him another time. But that thought didn’t last long before he was lying over you again. You hadn’t even realized that you had spread your legs instinctually so he could nestle himself between them.

Dean propped himself up on his elbows as he kissed you tenderly, his cock pressing against your folds, the tip against your clit. He slowly rocked his hips, teasing the both of you further. “I’ll go slow,” he whispered softly against your lips, kissing you tenderly. 

Technically, you weren’t a virgin, having broken your own hymen with your fingers years ago. You’d just never been with anyone, and the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, more if possible. With one hand, he reached down between your bodies, lining the head up with your entrance.

When he pulled back from your lips, he looked into your eyes, searching again for any hint of hesitation or fear, but found none. It was just that nervousness of inexperience. Slowly, he slid the tip inside, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. You weren’t tight, not like a true virgin would be, not painfully tight.

You felt like a warm, welcoming hug. Dean had to take a moment so he didn’t just bury himself deep inside you in one swift motion. God, you feel so damn good, his words weren’t so much a whisper in your mind. You took a shaky breath, wanting to feel him deeper. Slowly, you slid your hands down his sides to his hips, pulling him closer to you. You both groaned the further inside you he slid. He was far larger than any toy you had used, but god, did he feel amazing. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered, just holding him close. His face still nuzzled in the crook of your neck as your walls fluttered around his cock, getting used to the feeling of him inside you. Dean was utterly thankful for the condom, as it took away some of the feelings, or he swore he would have come the moment he had bottomed out.

When he caught his breath, he looked down at you, love and adoration mirrored in each other eyes before his lips met yours in another tender, loving kiss. Then, he began moving, slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, relishing in the feeling of your body pressing against his whenever your back arched off the bed.

The coil was still wound tight and only got worse with each thrust. Dean gripped your hip gently, encouraging you to move your hips like you had when you straddled his lap in the past. When you did, it pushed him just that much deeper, and he hit that spot in just the right way, making you gasp.

He sped up, just enough to heighten the pleasure, and he had to pull away from your lips just to be able to take a deep breath. Your walls clenching and unclenching around his cock was the most intense feeling he’d felt. Then there were the sounds coming out of your delicious mouth, utterly erotic and like music he wanted to play on repeat.

So… close…, your thought played through his mind as if you had moaned it out loud, making him nearly come in that instant. Dean leaned back, both his hands on your hips, and angled them up a bit more. You rolled them against him with every thrust, and after three strokes, you were screaming his name as colors exploded behind your lids.

Dean could barely keep a rhythm when your walls began fluttering around his cock, milking him. There was no holding back as he spilled his seed into the condom while he tried to help you ride out the waves of your orgasm. He partially collapsed on you but held up most of his weight.

The two of you were breathing heavily, hearts pounding, but neither of you wanted to move away from the other. So, you wrapped your arms around him and just held him close for now. Time stilled as you focused on him and the connection between the two of you. Love wasn’t a strong enough word for what wrapped around both your souls.

“I hate to do it, Sweetheart, but I have to take the condom off,” he half mumbled, half grumbled, and wondered how you would feel about possibly getting on birth control. He wanted to feel you.

You giggled, then kissed him on the cheek just as he managed to make his body move so he could look down at you. “It’s okay, and I don’t mind getting on birth control.” Dean’s eyes went wide, then his brow knitted itself together, the need to remove the condom forgotten for a moment. “Did you just…” he practically whispered as more half-thought questions raced through his head.

“Throw the condom away and come back to bed,” you replied with a slightly giddy smile.

He huffed a little, gave you a quick kiss, then slipped out of you, both of you already missing the feeling of being connected like that. You watched him, happier than you had felt in your entire life. His confusion, curiosity, and intrigue all danced through the connection, but it was his half-questions in your mind that made you giddy. 

You’re adorable.

The moment those words danced through Dean’s mind, he came back into the bedroom, the condom discarded. They hadn’t been whispered. It had been as if you’d spoken them out loud. “That’s new,” he chuckled, sliding into the bed beside you.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to practice that bubble thing Pamela told me about more. You might want to practice it too, or you’ll never be able to keep a secret from me,” you replied as a smirk found your lips.

A devilish smirk found his lips as mischief danced in his eyes. “Perhaps I will. But for now, I think you seeing and hearing what goes on in my head might just be okay,” he replied in a low, seductively teasing tone before his lips found yours again.

You giggled as you returned the kiss, your arm snaking over his shoulder and into his hair. The playful moment stretched for the two of you, just enjoying being this close. When he did pull away, he was still smirking.

“Since you’re my birthday present, I think I’m going to spend the entire day enjoying you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. Your eyes widened, but the flush that bloomed across your skin betrayed the thrill his words sparked. By now, the cake was long forgotten, at least for now.

The two of you spent most of the day tangled in each other, the world outside your door fading into irrelevance. Dean took full advantage of you being his birthday present, though he was never anything but loving and attentive. When the two of you weren’t in bed, you were wrapped in one of his shirts, the fabric soft against your skin, while he roamed around in boxers. It was the most relaxed the two of you had been around each other since you’d met so many months ago.

He would playfully tease you, being far bolder now that your fear was gone. So, you would do the same, and he relished in it. The way you threw his words back at him with playful smirks and quick comebacks only made him grin wider. Or, when you’d sneak up on him and rake your nails over his bare skin, sending a tantalizing shiver down his spine. 

Dean took time and taught you things you didn’t fully understand due to never having experienced them, and you listened with rapped attention. It was a little easier now, though, since you could see images or things that played out in his mind, and he could do the same with you when you shared them with him.

Dean eventually got around to his cake, but he wouldn’t let you get a slice on your plate. Instead, he fed you bites from his as the two of you sat on the couch that evening. Some movie was playing in the background, but your attention was on him, and his was on you. There were a few days he had wished would last forever or that he could relive over and over again. However, today took the top spot, and he knew he’d never forget it.

He made love to you that night, tenderly, using the bubble technique so that your desire didn’t push his over the edge. Hell, he had enough trouble trying to control his own. Adding yours to the mix made him feel like a damned teenager going through puberty when he had no control over his cock at all. 

Afterward when you had curled against his chest as the two of you laid on your sides, you kissed just above his heart. You knew that fear was an emotion you could never get rid of. Some fear was healthy, but you’d never be afraid like you had been before. Afraid to love. Afraid to hope. Afraid to let go. Dean had taught you how to do all those things, just by being himself and loving you.

Drifting off to sleep, you briefly wondered why Pamela had told you and Dean to stay in the bunker for three days following his birthday. If Cole was in custody by the PP&P, what did the two of you have to worry about? What else had Pamela seen that she didn’t say? Dean pulled you just a little closer, tightening his arm around you. 

“Relax. We’re safe down here. Get some sleep,” he murmured sleepily.

It was dark. The air felt heavy, the kind of weight that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. You blinked, trying to orient yourself. The first thing you noticed was the faint rumble of an engine beneath you, steady and low. It felt disorienting, like you weren’t really there, just watching. You were in the front seat of some sort of truck, though everything around you seemed oddly muted, like watching a grainy old film. You furrowed your brow, confusion creeping in as you took in your surroundings. There were two men in the front seat, one on either side of you, both decked out in tactical gear. Even with the dim light of the dash, you couldn’t make out their features, like they were cloaked in shadow. It was an odd feeling, like you were only half there, observing another place entirely.  Turning, you noticed a small window with bars on it and a glass window covering them. Slowly, you leaned closer, peering inside, nearly gasping when your eyes landed on the figure in the back. Something in the back of your mind told you it was Cole, even if you couldn’t make out his features in the darkness. He was sitting halfway down the bench seat along the driver's side, leaning against the wall. His head was tilted forward slightly, like he was contemplating his fate. It was hard to make out details, but you could see that he was cuffed. Then, somehow, you were back there, sitting opposite him. Further details came into focus. His wrists were bound with heavy cuffs, the chains attached to his ankles rattling faintly as he shifted. One chain was bolted to the floor, anchoring him in place, while the other tethered his wrists and ankles together, the cuffs there just as heavy as the ones on his wrists. The restraints looked brutal, as though designed to break any illusion of freedom. Light began filtering in through the window in the back doors of the vehicle. You still weren’t sure what kind it was. So, you stood up, going to the glass windows to see what you could. Nothing seemed to be in sharp focus, not like things had when Missouri had looked through your memories, and it was clear to you this wasn’t a dream because you were more of a spectator instead of being a part of it. Just as you looked out the window, the scene changed, and you were outside, on the side of the road. The air was crisp, biting against your skin. The large truck you had been in was on its side, smoke coming from the engine, but it didn’t look very damaged. There was another vehicle parked near the back of it, its headlights cutting through the darkness. You didn’t see the two men who had been in the front of the truck, so you moved to go look in the back. That was when things came into focus: the vehicle parked nearby, the figure in the back that was standing over the shackled man. A moment from the courtroom flashed in front of you of the same man who was now standing over the shackled man. You’d seen him there, sitting on the side for the Vaughts.  You didn’t know his name, just his face. He had been the only dark-skinned man in the courtroom that day. He loomed over Cole, his posture brimming with purpose. The man then looked through the glass to the cab, moving quickly from the back of the truck and to the passenger side door since that was the only one accessible.  Then, there were red and blue flashing lights in the distance. You heard the man cuss under his breath before getting in his car and driving away quickly, the license plate in sharp definition: TRI 208 with Michigan plates. 

Slowly, your eyes opened, the darkness of your room coming into focus. Dean’s steady breathing, warm body, and gentle embrace kept you grounded as you took slow, deep breaths. “It’s not over,” you whispered, more to yourself. 

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 13

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: Smut. Oral (f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Unprotected PinV sex. Loss of virginity. Angst.

Word Count: 3,840

A/N: Here's Ch. 13. I so appreciate all the love and support you're all giving this series. Hope you enjoy the latest installment. ❤️

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Y/N watched Dean’s expression change from surprise to deep desire, before being tempered by caution. He cleared his throat. “What…what do you mean?”

Y/N ducked her head and shrugged. “I mean…well,” her voice became breathy and light, “I mean what you think I mean.”

She looked up into his eyes and smiled through her shyness, trying to make him see the truth of her decision. 

Dean reached out his fingers to trace along her jaw. “Y/N, are you sure? I mean, last night you were still-”

Y/N nodded. “I know. But yes, today I know for sure.”

Dean opened his mouth to probe further, but Y/N stepped close and placed her fingertips against his lips. “I’m sure. I know absolutely.” She lowered her lashes before looking back up into his shining green gaze, alight with fire and intensity. “I want it to be you. It has to be you.”

She stood on tiptoe to reach his mouth, daintily running her tongue along his bottom lip, making him moan and let her in.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tentatively running it along his, before Dean groaned deeply and took over. He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his aching body. He kissed her deeply, reaching as far into her as he could, desperate to consume her, to taste her very essence on his tongue.

He forced himself to pull back, to sip at her lips gently, trying to get ahold of himself. He couldn't rush this, didn't want to rush it. He’d craved all of her for so long, he needed to savor her, needed to relish every second, every touch. He dipped his head to kiss the hinge of her jaw, nibbling at it softly before sliding his lips down her neck. 

Y/N moaned loudly as he sucked hard on the delicate skin at the base of her throat. The action made fire shoot straight to her core and she began working at the buttons on his shirt, trying to get it off. She managed to open it far enough for her to slip her hands Inside and caress his warm skin, rubbing her thumb over his nipple and making him shiver.

Pulling back from her, Dean turned Y/N slowly so he could begin unbuttoning the tiny buttons that ran down the back of her dress. When he reached her waistband, he spread the material wide to slip it off her shoulders and then down over her petticoat to pool on the ground around her. He untied her petticoat next, letting it drop to the floor as well.

Next came her corset cover which he tossed aside, and then her corset. As he slowly loosened the laces, he leaned down to press a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder. He let his teeth scrape gently along her satiny skin, which brought on a shiver for her this time.

When the laces on her corset were loosened enough, Dean walked around to the front of her and began unhooking it. When he finally got it open, he pulled it from her torso and dropped it at their feet too.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Every time I undress you, I feel like I'm unwrapping a present, and it's everything I can do not to just tear through the wrapping.”

Y/N chuckled and spoke breathlessly. “Well, I said I had another gift to give you. So, feel free to rip things a little.”

Dean hummed in satisfaction and reached under her chemise to yank down her drawers, taking an inordinate amount of pleasure in the sound of the dainty stitches tearing.

Finally he lifted her chemise over her head to leave her standing naked in the lamplight. He turned away from her for a moment to tug the curtains closed over the garden doors, just in case. Then he turned back and sighed deeply as he stared at her.

“My god.” He whispered. “I've never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.”

Y/N ducked her head but resisted the urge to cover herself shyly. This wasn't the time to be bashful. Instead she stepped up to him, and took the two sides of his shirt in her hands. 

She looked up at him with a grin. “My turn to rip?” She asked and he nodded. Immediately she yanked his shirt open, tearing off his last few buttons and letting them roll away.

Then she unbuttoned his pants slowly, pushing them and his underwear down over his hips until the two of them stood completely naked, happily drinking each other in.

Even though they'd done this part many times before, Dean didn't want to overwhelm Y/N or rush her, so he let her stare as long as she wanted. He encouraged her with a nod when she reached out her hand to stroke him, clenching his fists at his sides when she squeezed him gently. 

As she continued, he reached up and began pulling the pins from her hair. She stepped closer to him, so it was only the width of her hand that stayed between them as she stroked him. 

As her hair tumbled down lock by lock, she peppered kisses across Dean’s chest, sucking on his skin to leave behind a mark, the same as he’d left on her. When her hair was down completely, Dean buried his hands in it, tilting her mouth up to him and licking it open, swallowing up her soft moans and quiet sighs of pleasure.

He let his hands slip out of her hair to trail down her back, fingertips lightly teasing her skin as they ran down her spine. He pushed his hands down over her backside, squeezing her gently and then lifting her. She squealed a little as she threw her arms around his neck, and Dean helped her wrap her legs around his waist. His light chuckle turned into a moan as he felt her wet heat rub against the tip of his hardening cock. 

He carried her to the bed, climbing up on his knees and letting them both tumble to the sheets in a tangle of limbs. He immediately claimed her lips again, letting some of his overwhelming passion through as he delved his tongue back inside her mouth, urgently ravishing her as he sucked on her tongue.

He slowly moved down her body, hands pressing into her skin, lips whispering softly over her flesh, occasionally biting and nipping and then soothing her with his warm tongue. She felt as though he was setting her whole body on fire, the heat burning under his lips and then under her skin. She pushed her hands through his hair as he reached the apex of her thighs, tugging gently when she felt his tongue sweep through her wet folds.

He teased and tormented her with his mouth, until she was shaking and instinctively lifting her hips, pushing against face. He kissed the tops of her inner thighs as he pressed his hand against her lower belly to hold her in place as he called to her.

“Y/N, sweetheart, look at me.”

She shook her head, reaching for him blindly, desperate to get his mouth back on her. But he wouldn’t relent and finally she pried her eyes open and looked down the length of her body to where his chin rested on her lower belly. His forefinger swirled lazily against her extraordinarily sensitive bundle of nerves, making her squirm.

“I want to tell you what I’m going to do next, so it doesn’t surprise or scare you.”

Y/N tried to pull reason back into her mind and listen to what he was saying, but it wasn’t an easy feat. 

“I’m going to push my fingers into your body now. It won’t hurt, I’ll go very slowly. But before you can take all of me, I need to stretch you open a little bit. Do you understand? So that when the time comes for me to enter you, that won’t hurt you either.”

Y/N felt a small shiver of anticipation mixed with a shred of trepidation, but she nodded to tell him that she understood. Words were still quite beyond her.

He bent his head again, flicking his tongue back and forth across her very stimulated little button, as his fingers stroked through her wetness. Then she could feel a little bit of pressure, just before she gasped as his finger breached her body. 

Just as he promised, it didn’t hurt. It was a slightly strange sensation, kind of a full feeling that accompanied the tightening and flutter in her stomach as he moved his finger in and out of her, sinking it a little deeper each time.

Finally he had his whole middle finger sunk into her and she decided that she liked that full feeling, it felt…she couldn’t place the feeling, couldn’t name it amongst all her other rioting emotions and sensations. But she knew she liked it, and somehow wanted more.

As though reading her mind, Dean whispered against her dripping heat. “I’m going to use a second finger, tell me if it’s too much.”

She felt herself stretched wider and it was exactly what she’d been wanting. He eased his way inside her as he had before, slowly, methodically plucking pleasure from deep inside her. This time she felt him scissor his fingers, and open her up even further. He began to move more quickly in and out of her body, pumping harder, and she could feel how the wetness dripped between her legs, drenching the sheet under her. She would have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so incredible.

And then Dean touched something deep inside her that made her hips buck off the bed. He pressed her back down with the hand he held on her belly. He touched the spot again and she screamed, she couldn’t help it; it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He pressed on it for the third time and her whole body seized with her climax. Her thighs clamped tight around Dean’s wrist as she clawed mindlessly at his shoulders.

As soon as she began to return to some semblance of normal, he crooked his finger inside her, pressing that spot again and she was lost to ecstasy once more. 

Finally, when she was just a shaking mess beneath him, he pulled his fingers out of her and moved to kneel between her legs. He fit his big hands under her knees and opened her legs as wide as they would go, pushing them up towards her chest. She opened her eyes enough to see him as he towered above her. His breathing was shallow and his muscles rippled with restraint.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” Dean told her, turning his head to press a kiss to her calf. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N nodded and let her head fall back, trusting Dean completely. He let go of her left knee for a moment to take hold of himself and line up with her entrance. Then he pushed her knee open again and slowly eased his way inside her. 

This stretch was so much more than his fingers, he pushed in inch by slow inch, allowing her plenty of time to get used to him before moving ever deeper. As he entered her fully, pressing against her so tight and burying his face in the crook of her neck, he was panting, muscles trembling from holding himself in check above her.

“Are you alright, sweetheart." He asked in a strained voice. "How do you feel?”

She ran her hands up and down the sweat-slicked muscles in his arms, nodding as she marveled at the feeling of fullness, completeness, that swept over her. 

It was then that she recognized what that unknown feeling was swirling through her. It was a fierce sense of connection. Something much deeper than two bodies linked together, it was more than she could possibly explain, but it was beautiful and all-consuming, and it brought tears to her eyes.

She answered around her clogged throat. “I’m good, Dean. I’m beautiful.” It wasn’t really what she meant. She meant it was beautiful, he was beautiful, them together, the moment they were creating was beautiful.

But Dean just nodded and sipped away one of her tears. “Yeah, you are.”

As he’d done with his fingers, he began to move his hard, thick length slowly in and out of her body, creating a blessed and excruciating friction that had her begging him to move faster, urging him on, pushing her hand against his lower back to sink him deeper into her. The coil in her stomach wound tighter and tighter with every thrust. 

Then he shifted her slightly and he was hitting that spot again, harder this time, making the sharp wave of bliss that moved through her, feel otherworldly. She shattered around him once again, feeling as though she was just a ball of light and sensation.

It took a few moments for her to return to earth. When she did she opened her eyes, letting herself take in the exquisite sight of Dean moving above her, muscles bulging and straining. The veins in his neck stood out as he gritted his teeth and ground his hips against her, driving into the tight sheath of her body over and over.

Finally, after a minute, he yanked himself out of her, shifting to the side to shudder and rock his hips against the mattress as he shouted out her name almost painfully. He collapsed against the sheets, linking an arm around her waist to keep her connected to him as he tried to recover.

Their breaths kept the same cadence, rising and falling in unison. Dean reached across Y/N to pull the blanket up over her rapidly cooling body, even while he was still lying prone and otherwise not moving.

Y/N rolled onto her side to get closer to him and Dean groaned as he turned to face her. He smiled at her, his face exhausted. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

She sighed and snuggled even closer to him and she realized she already missed the feeling of being connected to him. It was as close as she could ever come to having all of him for herself. Those thoughts carried sadness with them, so she pushed them away, smiling as she answered.

“I’m wonderful. I feel incredible. I want more.” She said with a wide yawn. 

Dean chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her lightly and then smile softly, breathing his words into her.

“Sleep now, sleepy girl. There can be more tomorrow.”

Y/N nodded, her exhausted mind and body already half asleep. But the word “tomorrow” seemed to echo in her mind, accompanying her into her dreams and mocking her there.

***

The next morning Y/N woke up slowly, her body inexplicably stiff and sore, until she awoke fully and remembered the reason why. She looked for Dean and found him sitting on the end of the bed, fully dressed and tying up his shoe.

“Dean?” She croaked at him.

He turned back to see her and a bright smile spread across his face. “Oh, good. You’re awake. You were sleeping so soundly I would have felt terrible waking you up.” 

He stood and walked to her side of the bed, his brow wrinkled with concern. “How do you feel?”

Y/N was surprised that she felt no embarrassment as she took stock of herself. She was stiff and a little sore, but she was good, no shame or shyness about what happened. It had been too perfect for that.

She nodded. “I feel amazing.” 

Dean kissed her softly and smiled against her lips. “Good.” He said simply.

She raised an eyebrow and touched a finger to his tie. “Are you leaving?”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah, I’ve gotta go into work. You and I have the show at The Manhattan tonight, that variety thing. So before then I should really try to get something done. I've gotta meet with the company’s lawyer. I think we almost have the deal with Northern Freight and Clearwater sewn up. Clearwater’s been on board from the beginning and Taskett seemed really close to accepting the terms the last time we spoke, so…” He raised crossed fingers.

Y/N smiled. “That’s wonderful, Dean. You should be so proud.”

Dean shrugged and looked slightly sheepish. “Well, can’t be too proud till all the T’s are crossed and the I’s are dotted.”

Y/N leaned forward and kissed him again. She meant it to be a brief good luck kiss, but when she tried to move away, Dean wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kept her there, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered slightly and immediately sank into him. He pushed her onto her back and went with her, stretching out over her torso.

He slipped his hands under her, sliding them down her body to massage her backside, making her moan at the way his hard fingers pushed and pressed her sore muscles, before letting go of her so he could swipe his middle finger through her folds before gently pushing it into her body.

He went far enough that he could press on that magic spot deep inside her again, making her cling to him and push down on his hand, lifting her head from the pillow to bury her face in his neck.

As he rubbed his calloused fingertips against the spot over and over, she let out a cry of pleasure and once again found herself floating through oblivion as Dean rolled her under him completely and placed light kisses across her forehead and cheeks. 

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply. “You can’t honestly do that to me and then just go to work, can you? You promised me more.”

Dean moaned slightly and began to move his lips down her body. “I have to, I’ve been neglecting work a lot lately, and I have to…” He cut himself off as he pulled her nipple into his mouth. 

She pushed her fingers through his neatly combed hair, scraping her nails against his scalp. He shuddered and she whispered. “Stay.”

So he did.

***

Hours later Dean was up and getting ready for work for the second time that day. He sat down on Y/N’s side of the bed again and pushed her hair back off of her forehead. She was cocooned under the blankets, utterly worn out.

“So, I was thinking…” He began.

Y/N groaned to indicate she was listening, and he chuckled. “So, we’ve got the show tonight, and I’ve gotta work now, but tomorrow we should start looking for a house for you.”

Y/N’s eyes popped open and she was suddenly wide awake, sitting up and clutching the covers to her chest as Dean stood and moved to the wardrobe mirror to tie his tie.

“A house?” Y/N questioned with a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Why?”

Dean shrugged. “Well, I mean we can get you an apartment if you want, but I think renting you a house is a better option. You’ll have more privacy and more space.” 

He caught her eye in the mirror and Y/N shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Dean.” She whispered. “Dean, I…I can’t…stay. With you.”

She felt her heart lodge in her throat and tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Dean turned quickly to face her, confusion written all over his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry.”

Dean shook his head and frowned. “But you…last night…”

Y/N swallowed hard, finishing his sentence as she dashed away a tear. “...was wonderful. It was everything I could have ever wanted. It was perfect. But I just…”

Her words fell away and she bit her lip, looking down at her lap before she continued. “I just can’t be a mistress.”

Dean’s bright green eyes dulled and a muscle ticked in his jaw before he slowly turned away from her, leaving her to stare at his stunning profile. 

“Well, alright then.”

His voice was so quiet, and hurt curled around his words. Y/N felt awful and put a hand out to him. “Dean, I’m so sorry. It’s just-”

“No.” He cut her off with a quick slice of his hand through the air, plastering a smile on his face as he looked back at her. “That’s fine.”

“Dean-”

“Seriously, don’t.” He interrupted again before taking a deep breath. “Just don’t. Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s fine. You know, we’ve had some fun, and we got a couple days left, we’ll just enjoy them and leave it at that.”

He gave her a smile that had no warmth. “Yeah?”

All she could do was nod. 

“Great.” He finished, grabbing his coat from the hook and tossing it over his arm. “I’ll be back at around 7:30 to pick you up for the show. Sound good?”

Y/N nodded again. “Yes, that’s fine.” She said, her heart quietly breaking.

“Great.” He paused a moment before walking out the door. “See ya.” He called back to her.

The door closed quietly, but she still flinched slightly, as though it had been slammed. A part of her wanted to run out of the room in nothing but a sheet to chase Dean down and tell him she was wrong and she'd changed her mind. But that would be a lie.

After making love to Dean for real, completely giving herself to him, she was more sure than ever that she could never accept getting just a little bit of him, for just a little bit of time. She needed all of him, forever. And if she couldn't have that, then she would take nothing, she would take solitude.

Because there was no replacing him. 

But being sure in her decision didn’t stop it from slicing her heart open. On top of her own heartbreak, Dean had seemed hurt; he’d obviously believed that her decision to be with him last night would be echoed in a decision to stay with him now.

She’d wanted to explain her reasons to him, explain her decision. But he had no use for that, he didn’t care what the reasons were. She was turning down his incredibly generous offer, so all the reasons amounted to the same thing - so why waste his time, she supposed. 

She lay back on the bed, curling herself into a ball, and letting her tears flow. They felt endless and she was desperate to get rid of them all before Dean came back. If he could “enjoy the rest of their time together” then so could she.

Or she could lie about it at least; she was getting pretty at lying to herself. Being with Dean had taught her so many new things.

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Crowley’s Virginity Deal

I am Holly Plake. I am the younger half-sister of Dean and Sam Winchester, and the older half-sister of Adam Milligan. Dean is eleven years older than me; Sam is seven years older than me, and Adam is six months younger than me. 

I know that Adam is in the cage in hell. I go to the crossroads; and I put my picture in the box. I wait and I see Crowley come up. Crowley asks, "Holly, what do I owe this pleasure?" I say, "I have a proposal for you that doesn't involve my soul. It involves my virginity. I want my virginity in exchange for my younger half-brother, Adam, to be out of the cage. I want all of him with his soul intact." Crowley looks surprised and he looks me up and down. I am 5'6". I have an hourglass figure--D-cup boobs and a butt to match it. Crowley asks, "How are you still a virgin?" I say, "Overprotective little brother." Crowley laughs and says, "You have got yourself a deal."

Crowley and I go into the field behind where the crossroads meet. Crowley and I both strip down to our birthday suits. Crowley says, "This might hurt, Holly." I say, "I know." Crowley slowly kisses me, and we start making out. He pushes me to the ground. He says, "You are so wet already, love." I say, "Only for you." He pushes his penis up my vagina; and he starts thrusting back and forth. A few minutes later I see blood coming out. I try not to freak out. Fifteen minutes later, we both hit our climaxes. I ask, "Why was there blood?" Crowley chuckles and says, "I popped your cherry. You will be sore for a couple of days. Adam will be back at the bunker once you get home." I nod and say, "Thank you, Crowley."

I get home to the bunker still hobbling a little bit. I walk through the door. I see Dean, Sam, and Adam. Adam runs up to me and hugs me. Dean asks, "What did you do?" I say, "I made a deal." Sam asks, "How long do you have?" I say, "I didn't give up my soul. I made a deal with Crowley, and he took me up on it instead of taking my soul." I hobble over to the table. Adam says, "No, Holly. Seriously?" I say, "It was worth it, Adam." Dean asks, "What did she do?" Adam says, "She gave her virginity to Crowley to save me." Sam asks, "Anything you need?" I say, "Some ice please." Sam nods and walks to the kitchen. Dean looks surprised. I say, "Adam has always been so protective and always scared guys off hence why I was still a virgin at thirty-three." Dean nods. Adam says, "Thank you, Holly." I say, "You are welcome, Adam." 

Sam comes in and gives me the bag of ice. Dean says, "I heard it was painful for a girl. How hard did he go?" I say, "He didn't go hard at all. I am just super sensitive. I cannot even wear a tampon." Dean says, "TMI." I laugh and say, "But you asked, Dean." Sam and Adam both start snort laughing. Dean smirks. I say, "It is great to have all my brothers back together." 

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Find Your Way Back Home

*The image(s) I’ve used for the reader on the cover DOES NOT reflect what the reader actually looks like*

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Series Summary: The hunting life is never easy, especially for a kid. For someone who lives in a group home with a ton of siblings, hunting seems like a better alternative than being stuck in a prison for your entire childhood. Sam and Dean are good teachers and allow you to help when you can, but there is something about Dean that awakens something in you later in life… something you didn’t know you craved. You two are a ticking timebomb waiting to happen, but you always seem to find your way back to him regardless of what may happen between you.

Series Word Count: 12,901

Series Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, oral fem!receiving, angst, fluff, made to feel worthless, told you're only good for fucking and nothing else, feeling of abandonment (?), age-gap romance

A/N: This is a commission by @winchester-sinchester! I am so glad I can finally put this out, and I really hope you like it!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Final Part

[markpellegrinoimagines]

Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

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Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

3rd p.o.v

Her gaze snapped between the two men who were protecting her. She'd lost count of the number of days she'd been held in this old barn, chained to a rotting post as she waited on her turn to be the beasts next meal. With each morning, she'd find its disgusting malformed features laid next her own and with each night she'd had to watch helplessly as it dragged in a new woman. Only for it to sniff at them and then cry out in a fit of rage as it began to rip them apart.

She didn't know why it'd kept her alive, what made her different from the rest. Was it because she couldn't scream? The stress of everything had her struggling to even make a peep, much less speak. On a good day, she was lucky if she could squeak out a hello to her land lady. But now here she was clutching to the back of a man who was easily 3x times her size.... As the second man set the decaying body of the beast who'd taken her, aflame.

Even as she watched its horribly scaled face crumble into ash and a relief she hadn't felt in weeks flooded through her, she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and utter out the thanks these men deserved.

Every time, her lips would part, only for them to wobble and snap closed again. Even as she was slowly led out and they asked her question after question, she was unable to respond. Her own mind and body betrayed her like it always did. It took several minutes of them helping her get situated in the back of their car before she was able to get her shaking and numb hands to function properly and form the practiced signs she'd been taught at a young age.

The shorter of the two just looked at her like she'd grown a second head before turning to his friend with a look that Clearly said he thought she was a whacko. Sam, however, she's pretty sure that's his name, had a look of understanding before his features melted into the overly soft gleam of pity and support. It sent a small shiver down her spine, she hated pity.

His voice was slightly uncertain as he finally whispered out a small question, "Are you..mute?"

Y/n nodded her head with a small smile before she shuffled her hand in a so-so gesture. Her hands were slow as she form her signs.

-My name is Y/n, can you read sign?-

Sam's eyes scrunched up a bit before it smoothed out into a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n, though I think we both wish it wasn't under circumstances like this?" His lips pulled into a slightly weary grin that his eyes crinoline up in his attempt at humor.

Dean scoffed to his left, "Of course you know how to understand what..ever..it is that she's doing."

Sam rolled his eyes before turning his smile back onto you, "Y/n do you think you can tell me your address, or if you have any family we can take you to...?"

Sam watched her eyes dull slightly, and then she shook her head. She'd been gone so long that she doubted her apartment was still hers, and any family died when she was very young.

"Well, what about friends?"

Another shake of her head. Dean huffed, "let's just drop her off at the hospital Sam, the cops can deal with it after that..."

Dean was not prepared for the shaking hand that latched onto his sleeve and the watery wet eyes set on him. Her free hand was frantically signing out words over and over.

-please don't leave me, please, I don't want to be alone..-

She didn't want another one of those things to show up... they killed it... what if that made others like it angry..

Sam swallowed thickly, he could see the panic and slight fear in the girls eyes. It must have been horrible, stuck in a place like that, watching everything that thing did without even being able to scream or call for help.

Dean could see Sam's face fall, "No..we can't...sammy!"

"Just until she's healthy again, Dean, I mean..."

"What, are we just supposed to leave her at the bunker...with.. them!"

Sam scratched the back of his head, yet when he glanced back, meeting misty E/c eyes, his resolve crumbled, and Dean let out a huffy groan.

"We are so going to regret this.."

Y/n felt a little bad for causing any stress, but she didn't know what else to do. She had nothing anymore. At least with these two, she could try and repay them for saving her life. They mentioned a bunker... maybe she could keep it clean for them?

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Y/n eyed the metal door with a growing interest. Sam had been telling her about their profession during the week it took them to get here. Kansas sure was a bit a ways away from her original home. But the scenery on the way had been beautiful.

If she hadn't been captured by one, Y/n never would have even considered the existence of monsters. But now, with undeniable proof all she could do was take that info with stride and bury the anxiety that came with it, deep down, very deep down.

When Dean had pulled the sleek black car into what she could only describe as a fan boy batcave, she'd had to do a double take. If she was capable, she'd have let out a small hum of awe. There were several cars and a few bikes in the large open garage, and there was a metal door to what she assumed led to the place they called the bunker.

Sam said it was their home base, a place for them to go after their hunts. She could understand that. Her old home had felt like the only place she could relax and be herself, it was the only time she could ever hear her own voice without any stuttering that would come with it when talking to very few she trusted.

She stood next to Sam as he pulled a duffle bag out of the trunk of the car. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the shirt he'd lent her. It was huge in her. She was almost certain that he'd been a moose or a giraffe in a previous life.

Gently she tugged on his sleeve.

-Thank you for taking me with you, I know I caused you a problem with your brother..-

"Don't worry about it Y/n, you didn't have anywhere else to go, and you felt unsafe. I understand. It will take Dean a bit to warm up to you, but I'm sure you'll win him over with your treats."

A small blush bloomed across her cheeks. She'd made the off mention to Sam of having been working at a pastry shop before her kidnapping. The pay wasn't great, but she'd enjoyed it, and well Sam had been teasing her since.

"I do have to warn you though, that we aren't the only ones that live here... I suggest just staying out of their way for now... some of them are.. grouchy."

Y/ns head tilted to the side. The way he'd said that had been hesitant. Like he'd wanted to describe them in a different way. Her brows furrowed, and she ran a hand briefly through h/c locks.

-OK, is there anything I can do to repay you guys?-

Sam waved her off, "You don't have too!"

-I want to!- She shot him a large pout in an attempt at emphasis.

All she got in return was a small chuckle as he began to lead her into the main areas of the bunker. He was pointing out rooms to her as the past them, a gym, a firing range, storage, bathrooms.. it went on until they stepped into a large kitchen that her eyes lighting up In excitement.

Y/n slightly danced in place, a small whine getting caught in the back of her throat. Sam had gotten used to the small huffs and groans she would let out. He'd never actually met someone with selective mutism before. Her kidnapping probably didn't help at all with her disorder.

As he lead her out of the kitchen Sam felt a but of apprehension coil in his gut. He could hear the voices of the angels who lived in the bunker with them, getting closer as he led her to the main area. Stepping out into the room with two tables surrounded by a group of celestial beings made Sam's steps slightly falter. Enough for Y/n to run face first into his back with a small oof as the air got knocked from her lungs.

Y/n huffed, her lips parted but all she could get out was a low groan as she smacked a petulant hand into his shoulder...(she couldn't reach the back of his head)..

"Ah, sorry, Y/n. I lost focus.." His voice seemed to catch the attention of the group. And soon Y/n found herself slightly wilting under the combined stares of at least half a dozen men... really intimidating men.

E/c eyes snapped down to look at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in existence. A jovial voice spoke up with a slight mocking tease.

"Heya Sammy! Did ya bring yourself home a new girlfriend? A pretty one at that."

Sam choked on air while Y/ns head snapped up with a horrified grimace on her features. She shook her hands in the air, her head shaking out a violent no. Then she turned to look at Sam he hands flying through her signs as he tried to keep up with what she was saying.

-NO! That's not-.. I'm sorry Sam!-

Soon Sam was waving off her own attempts at apologizing.

"No, no, you're OK Y/n. Don't listen to Gabriel, he's just being a dick." He ignored the offened shout from said man.

One of the other men was chuckling, "Seems like she really doesn't like the idea of being with you, Sammy!" The blonds eyes glinted mischievously, "Why don't you come over here and introduce yourself, darling? I'm Balthazar!"

Y/n shot the man, Balthazar, and unimpressed look. And just shook her head no. Finally, she took in the others. One of them was looking at her like a lost, confused puppy his trench coat was slightly bunched on his shoulders as he tilted his head at her.

Sam began to tug her closer to these new people, and she could feel her anxiety rear its ugly head inside her. Her motioned towards the trench coat man first, "Y/n, this is castiel. Cas meet Y/n, she's going to be staying here for a bit."

Y/n gave him a timid smile and a small shakey wave as she wavered under his intense stare.

"I..see. Dean was agreeable with this?"

Y/n drooped with a small pout. And Sam rubbed the back of his head with a small grin.

"He'll come around. She makes good cupcakes.." a small hand whacks his side followed by a huff.

Gabriel had perked up at the mention of cupcakes, "You bake?" His brows furrow though when all he gets is a small nod.

A loud scoff comes from Gabriel's right, a man with short black hair and cold blue eyes dug a piercing glare into her.

"You humans, always so rude and pathetic. If you're going to impose yourself on us, then you should at least speak and show some respect to yo -" Michael's words trailed off when the small sniffle filled the room. The eldest of the angels blinked in shock as small tears built up in the girls eyes, and she was suddenly pushing herself behind the Winchester. His shock only grew as he was leveled a harsh glare from the human moose.

"Michael, Y/n has mutism. She can't speak." Sam settled a hand on the girls shoulder, but she refused to poke her head back out.

Michael's brows furrowed. He was so used to the combative and annoying nature of the winchesters that watching the girl break down into tears from his words alone had been a surprise. He'd thought the girl to be a hunter friend of theirs.

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Lucifer let out a low huff. He watched the weak human girl with a sneer on his lips. What the hell was she doing here if she couldn't even handle a few harsh words. He wasn't sat at the table with the rest of them, so he'd been leant back in one of the chairs out of the way.

From his spot, he had the perfect angle of the girls tear streaked face. Mutism.. just another flaw proving his father's failure. Why had the winchesters even brought this girl here. It was obvious she was no hunter.

He tried to ignore the rest of the conversation to go back to his book. But he found his eyes continuously slipping back up to take in the girls appearance. As humans go...he guessed she wasn't exactly bad looking. With way, her eyes sparkled while filled with tears.

Lucifer found himself grimacing at his own thoughts as he let out a furious grunt and stalked out of the room. He missed the way E/c eyes trailed after him with a soft curiosity.

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Y/N P.O.V

My hands fiddled with the cupcake held gently in my grasp. I couldn't stop the fidgeting of my feet or quell the raging beat of my heart as I glanced up at the door with great hesitancy. It's been nearly 2 months since the winchesters accepted me into the bunker, and things had been going fine so far.

I'd taken up the cooking and organizing for them whenever they were here or off on hunts. Putting away research books back into their spots and making sure they had some travel snacks for on the road.

The angels... God, I'd been shocked when that'd been revealed to me...came and went. Though they were here most nights using the rooms they'd chosen as their place to perch. Balthazar was a constant flirt, Michael hadn't spoken to me as harshly as he had before, and Gabriel was all over me. Constantly snatching up things, I baked. Cas was kind but kept to himself unless it involved Dean.

The only one who didn't bother me was Lucifer. In fact, he always left the room as soon as I entered. I knew he wasn't afraid of me. He was the literal devil, and there was nothing to fear from an anxiety driven mess like myself. I was positive there was something deeply wrong with me, though.

I hated the thought of him disliking me. I knew all about the apocalypse and everything that went on. Sam had gone into great detail about the things the fallen angel had done. I appreciated the winchesters attempts at keeping me safe, but something about the blue-eyed devil just drew me in.

I let out a small sigh and gave a firm knock to the door. There was a shuffle from behind the door, followed by the thud of feet.

"If you winchesters need something...then don't." The door jerks open and the annoyed frown of the angel who'd been taking up all the space in her head came into view. "Oh...it's you.." lucifers eyes drilled through my own with an obvious confusion and a slight surprise.

I shuffled my feet again and then lightly thrust out my hands, presenting him with the red velvet cupcake. Its base was a deep blood red with the frosting being a dark purple. Lucifer stared down at the cupcake, unsure of what was happening.

My jaw trembled, as I parted my lips, "f-for...y-you" my voice was lower than a whisper and wrought with stutters. I barely even recognized it after going so long without speaking even in my own company.

The angels blue eyes had snapped up to mine in immediate shock, if it weren't for the obvious strain visible on my face and the dark red taking up my cheeks, I'm sure he would have believed it to be his imagination.

I was half expecting him to slam the door in my face, but I felt a certain relief when he reached out and plucked the treat off of my palm. He was eyeing me again with a certain interest that hadn't been there before.

"You went out of your way to make this for me, little human?...and what is it you want in return?"

My brow furrowed, and my head tilted, "n-nothing...Good night..." I winced at the crack in my voice and then scurried off down the hallway before he could respond.

Something was definitely wrong with me. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to the nice angel Cas or respond to Sam's puppy dog eyes. But for some reason, I'm able to talk to the human hating celestial being hell bent on human genocide? Being monste napped must have damaged me more than I thought?

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3rd P.O.V

Lucifer watched the girl all but sprint away from his door with flaming red cheeks and wide eyes. Almost absent-mindedly, he pulled the cupcake up to his mouth and took a bite. He was expecting the usual disgusting taste of molecules, but was shocking when his tongue exploded in flavourful he'd never experienced before. The deep chocolate of the red velvet and the sweet bite of the frosting had him finishing it of with a few more bites.

Is this why Gabriel was constantly shoveling candy into his mouth?

He leaned against his door frame as he thought about the human girl. If he were being honest with himself, it was the first time she'd crossed his mind. In his attempt at pushing her from his thoughts, he was always keeping a distance from her.

But even then, it did nothing to wain his infuriating interest. She was just...so innocent. Compared to any other human he'd met. The little human could barely hold his gaze without fidgeting and looking down with a blush. She did know who he was... right?

A small smirk grew on his lips as he ran his forked tongue across the bottom one. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought...

Why else would she present him with a gift? Wasn't that one of the things humans do for courting or showing interest? He couldn't blame her. His impeccable taste in vessels and his celestial status would be any normal humans undoing.

His mind went back to her voice. He wasn't aware she could speak, didn't the moose say she was mute? It was scratchy from disuse, and if she really did have troubles with it...why speak to him first..out of everyone.

"How..interesting.."

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Y/n swallowed heavily and ignored the anxiety building in her gut. She was slipping books into their proper shelves in the library, and that usually wasn't a problem. Only usually, she didn't have glacial blue eyes digging into her back and watching her every move.

Lucifer was perched on one of the library chairs. He sat in it backward with his elbows resting on its back and his chin in his palm. It's almost like a hawk stalking it prey.

She'd be lying if she said she was scared. She wasn't. All her lizard brain could focus on was that he wasn't ignoring her. It was practically preening under the sudden attention. While the logical side of her brain was telling her this was bad.

Y/n frowned as she tried to reach up and slip a book into the top shelf. Damn giant, why couldn't Sam get a step stool for her and Dean to use? She swore the guy was putting stuff up on high shelves just to mess with her at this point. She stretched up the tips of her toes, but she still was able to reach the top shelf.

Her lungs constrict on themselves when a freezing cold chest pressed into her back, and chilled fingers slipped the book from her hold in order to push it into its rightful place. Her little gasp had brought a haughty smirk to the angels face as he slowly settled one of his hands on the swell of her hip, as if trying not to spook an animal.

The other stayed pressed against the library shelf, trapping her between the various books and the somehow hard yet soft planes of his body. She could feel the steel like muscle and the power in the places his arms brushed against her. Yet the stomach that began to push further into her was soft flesh stretched over hard muscle.

'Oh dear..' this was good at all. The natural cool sensation of his skin was seeping into her heated body, the duel feeling was casting a war unto her mind.

"It seemed like the little human needed a hand." The touch on her hip squeezed almost gently before she felt his thumb begin to rub teasing circles into the slip of barely revealed flesh. Lucifer let out a small tsk before sliding his hand forward to rest above her navel. He used this leverage to pull her back flush to his body. He could feel the fully body shiver that went down her spine, and the small gasp that slipped past her lips.

A small frown tugged at his mouth, that just won't do. He wanted to hear her voice again, something nobody here had heard but him. His hand slipped a little lower but didn't dare breach past the hem of her pants. He was many things, but consent would always be ingrained in his being.

Y/n was trying to stabilize her erratic breathing as she felt lucifers hand leave cold trails on her stomach. Meanwhile, other hand reached up to run a gentle finger along her jaw and then down her throat. The touch was feather light and teasing as she trembled in his hold.

"...L-Lucifer..." it was a small squeak in comparison to the baritone of his own voice that rumbled through her when the archangel let out a low groan. She was caught off guard by his body pressing her further into the bookshelf. Soft cool lips lightly touched this skin at the back of her neck before it was replaced by blunt teeth.

Lucifer left teasing nips and surprising gentle open mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

"Again...say it again, little thing."

Y/n gulped. She wasn't sure she could at this rate. Her chest felt like it was going to burst and her fingers were scratching uselessly at the spines of old books. She could feel lucifers hips practically digging into her from behind. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this, stop him, but the slick slowly growing between her thighs and her heart were begging her to give in.

She opened her mouth, planning to ask him to stop, but that not what came out. Instead to her slight mortification, a low moan of his name was breathed out instead. Her cheeks burned with slight humiliation at the raspy tone of her own voice. She'd never heard herself sound like that before. Not that she's ever been in a situation like this.

"Lucifer~.."

His groan was louder this as he moved his teeth up to the lobe of her ear, giving it a brief nip. Then he was gone. His hands were no longer traversing her body and his lips no longer searing invisible marks into her very soul.

Y/n whipped around only to have her back nearly slammed into the shelf as those hands began a more impatient exploration. She glanced up, meeting a pair of gleaming red eyes. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted in slight awe.

Lucifer took the opening to connect their lips in a clumsy and lustful kiss. Y/n let out a small whine as his tongue slithered into her mouth, it turned startled when two independent halves circled her own tongue and started mapping out her teeth and inner cheeks.

Lucifer was groaning into her mouth, as his hips rutted into her stomach. Nerves fizzled to life as she felt the hard length that pressed up into her. Was...that going to fit...?

Lucifer broke the kiss giving the human time to breath as he trailed his light bite down her neck. He latched his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips. Her embarrassed and pleasure squeak echoed un his ears when he rolled his hips between the warm flesh of her thighs.

"That's a good girl, let me hear more of you. Be a good little pet."

Each squeeze of his hands on the backs of her thighs and the unhurried rolling of his hips earned him breathy little gasps, but he wanted more.

"I can make you feel good, can have you moaning and screaming out my name, all you have to do is say yes."

He felt her hands settled on hus shoulders and he pulled away from her neck when he didn't get any kind of response. Confusion coiled in his gut as she refused to even meet his gaze. Isn't this what she wanted?? Why else would she have brought him a gift and spoken to him..

Her whisper barely reached his ears, "I-Ive never.." her gaze shifted down to wear the obvious tent in his jeans was pressed firmly against her.

Lucifers eyes widened. Before his lids lowered into a satisfied smirk.

"A Virgin?" His groan bordered on a pleased moan as he pulled her away from the bookshelf.

A bout of vertigo hit her as the view of the library around them disappeared and was replaced by a shadowed room. Her back landed on the soft cushion of a bed with lucifer perched above her.

Y/n looked up at him wide-eyed, like a quivering bunny under the stare of a starving wolf. His grin was dark and lustful.

"I can't gift your body with pleasures it's never known unless you day yes."

She watched his split tongue travel across his lower lip as she swallowed. Her eyes were flicking in every direction as she tried to come up with some sort of excuse to turn him away. But even the part of her mind that had been screaming at her only a few mixture before had fallen silent.

"I-I..yes..."

That was all he needed in order to lunge into her space. His lips devoured hers in a hungry daze as his hands pulled her into place beneath hik like a limp rag doll.

That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. Her cheeks were burning now, as she felt her jeans slowly get pulled down the shape of her legs. She hadn't even realized that her feet no longer had any shoes until her pants had slipped off without restraint.

Lucifer looked down to take in the exposed flesh with a gleam in his eyes. He runs his chilled hands up the expanse of her thighs with an appreciative groan.

"You're so very tempting for a human. It's been a real chore keeping myself away from you, little girl."

Y/ns eyes widened at the admission, but she didn't get a chance to think about what that ment before a broad swipe of his tongue ran up the seam of her panty covered slit.

The squeal that built up in her chest earned her a chuckle. His tongue repeated the motion a few more times before it wasn't enough for him. The angel reached up, hooking his fingers in the soft, damp material before he pulled down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder and then slipped his hands under her thighs. His grip was gentle but firm as her opened her up fully to his gaze.

Glancing up at her through his lashes he was met with an awed look. Her lips were open in a o as she gasped for breath. Tempting indeed.

Y/n couldn't describe the moment his mouth decended on her clit anything beyond devouring. His teeth dragged across sensitive flesh, his lips sucking harshly at her untouched button. His tongue would slip down to poke and tease at her damp entrance, swirling around the hole before running back up to latch onto her clit once more.

Her moans were music to his ears as she fell apart beneath him. He hasn't done this before, but the memories bouncing around in his vessels head were letting him know just what spots he needed to touch and leave quivering for more. He hasn't bothered with sexual interaction since the conception of his son, but there was something about this innocent little human that had him wanting to ruin her.

He wanted to see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came apart on his cock. He felt his pants get tighter at the mental image of the girl. When he could feel her arousal beginning to drip down his chin and dampen his sheets he unlatched his lips from her overstimulated clit.

Very slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, leaving damp kisses up her stomach. With a snap of his fingers, her shirt and bra were gone, and he was left shirtless. Her small gasp brought a grin to his face.

"I'm going to take very good care of you, pet." Oh, he was going to ruin her. After this, there won't be a single human who would ever be able to compare.

Y/n slightly grimaced when his lips captured hers again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was a slightly salty and sweet taste. She got so distracted by the meeting of tongues, that she missed the clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric.

Y/n slightly jolted in his hold when the slick head of something cool to the touch gently brushed against her dripping entrance.

"Luci-"

"Shh.. I've got you." Lucifer surprised himself when her gently rubbed soothing circles into her hip as he slowly pressed his hip forward. He watched the way her face scrunched up at the intrusion, the uncomfortable stretched of her warm walls almost made him want to push the rest of the way in.

It felt like she was ducking him deeper, her body wanting more while she let out small whimpers.

"That's it, such a good girl. Almost there."

She let out a smell yelp when he shifted his hips in a sharp roll. Forcing his hips flat against her own as his cock Settles against the back of her dripping cavern.

Lucifers groan was long and drawn out. The hand not on her hip was digging tears into the sheets below them, and his jaw was clenched tight as he fought to keep himself still and wait for her to adjust. A low grunt left his lips when her legs circled his hips and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders.

"Y-..ou..can move.." he didn't even let her finish before he'd pulled his length free from her heat just to drill it back in with a harsh roll of his hips and a loud smack of flesh.

Y/ns moan was louder than any of the rest she'd huffed out that night, and lucifer only responded in kind. The pace he picked up was a concise rolling of his hips, his cock carving her open with each hip smacking thrust. Lucifer could feel her chest pressed up against his own as her caged her into the mattress.

Her symphony of noises were only driving him along further, she was usually so quiet and timid. Knowing that he could pull these sounds from her had his ego twisting in self pride. His brothers wouldn't be able to do this for her, he won't let them. She...was...HIS..

His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her flush to his body, as if he was trying to fuse the two of them together. The grind of his hips rubbed down into her clit with every pass and soon she was a whimpering mess.

"Lucifer! Please!" Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips attacked her neck.

"Say it again! Beg for it pet, I want to hear your desires."

There was no stutter to her words this time as her moaning pleas slipped free.

"Please, I'm almost there, you feel so good lucifer!"

"That's my good girl." He could feel her velvet walls clench down on him with the praise, he didn't mock her for it, but his lips pulled into a sinful grin. "Be a good pet for me Y/n. Let go, I want to feel you squeeze down on me as I fill you up. No one will ever be good enough for you but me."

Y/n whimpered as she felt that knot cinch8ng tighter in her gut, then his cock rammed into a spot that she didn't even knew had, and it sent her hurtling over the edge with a wrecked scream of his name. A deep moan rumbled into her neck as she felt a wet warmth begin to fill up her sensitive walls.

Her small whimper was devoured by his cold lips.

"Such a sweet little thing. And your all mine... Your voice, Your purity," his hips rutted his softening member deeper into her, "Your body, soul...and soon Your heart."

She was breathing heavily into his shoulder barely registering the words being mumbled into her hair.

"I will have it all."

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OK, so I know it's been forever since I've written on here!! I am sooooo sorry. But hopefully, this really long fiction that was honestly supposed to be like a fourth this length makes up for it!

Now there were some things here that weren't requested, but I had some thoughts that the anon gave me ideas for with their request!

[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Eight

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, mentions of Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader

Chapter Warnings: dub con, incest, angst, manipulation, coercion, loss of virginity, p in v

W/C: 3.1k+

A/N: One more chapter you guys :,)

Normal Masterlist

Masterlist

Daddy: Put some nice clothes on and pack a bag, we're going on a date tonight.

You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you read your phone. Your brain was hurting from crying so much. You tried desperately to understand Dean's anger and frustration with you.

You quickly got dressed after Dean left you alone in the motel room, wondering if you'd see him again later in the night or if he'd distract himself with a girl that wasn't you. It hurt to think about the latter.

You didn't understand why Dean was so upset with you or why he was upset with himself, it just didn't make any sense. What you were doing wasn't wrong. What was wrong with showing Dean how much you loved him?

Although it's true that you had never done anything like that with Dean before, you never would have taken it further if it weren't for that night of your first party.

He kissed you first. He used you first. He pleasured himself above your body before you had even thought to make an advance on him. Why was Dean suddenly changing his mind, and why was he calling it wrong?

You couldn't help but feel like Dean was lying to you because he felt guilty for some unknown reason.

Dean had told you that what you were doing with John was wrong, even what you were doing with Sammy. But you knew deep down that neither Sam nor your father had never hurt you before and that they never would.

Why would Dean ever suggest that anything was amiss?

You snapped out of your thoughts and picked at the skin on your hands, looking up as you heard the motel door open.

You had hoped to see Dean, to ask him all of your millions of questions, but Sam walked through the door. Sam's face dropped as he saw you sitting on the bed crying and immediately made his way over to you.

"Did Dean tell you?" Sam asked and you furrowed your eyebrows, growing confused.

You slowly nodded your head, sniffling, and Sam took a seat on the bed next to you. How would Sam already know what Dean 'told' you and what was there to tell? You had already assumed that Dean was lying.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really really sorry. I just- I figured you knew already and that you were okay with it." Sam put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly and you tried your best to hide your confusion.

Already knew what?

Was Dean really being serious? Was what you were doing with Sam and John actually wrong? It still wasn't clicking in your brain, and you found yourself needing to know more.

"I wish you would have told me sooner," You suggested, hoping to pry some more information out of Sam.

"I thought Dad had told you, honestly, I did. I never would have let you come on to me if I knew," Sam gave you a half smile as the tears continued to flow down your face.

It still didn't make sense. John was the one who taught you everything about life, and now Sam and Dean were both telling you that he had kept a huge secret from you. John would never keep a secret from you. You were sure of it.

"I still don't get it, Sammy," You sighed, frowning as you looked over at him. "What's so wrong about it? It's just love. Daddy says it's normal."

"Dad lied to you," Sam stated simply, not expounding as your face turned to shock.

Why would John ever lie to you? It just wasn't in his nature. You knew he loved you more than anything.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked again and Sam's lip trembled before he bit it to keep it still. "Is it because I did it with you too? Daddy says he's the only man I can trust enough."

"Dad's sick, Y/N. He manipulated you into thinking it was okay to do those things with him when it's not, you're not supposed to do that stuff with your family." Sam tried his best to explain and you tried your best to understand.

"Why not?" You pried and Sam sighed before taking a long moment to think.

"He's supposed to take care of you: Feed you, shelter you, buy you clothes. He's not supposed to want sex from you and you're not supposed to want sex with him. No father should want to have sex with his daughter. It's incest." Sam continued to explain and you shook your head, trying your best to understand.

"Then why did you let me come on to you?" You asked and Sam scrubbed his face with his palm whilst taking a deep inhale.

"I thought you didn't care about right or wrong. I thought you knew we weren't supposed to do those things together, but you still wanted to." Sam frowned and you followed suit.

"But I did want to do those things with you," You mentioned quietly, tears streaming down your face.

"But you didn't understand how wrong it was," Sam held your hand but you yanked it out of his grasp.

"I don't get it, Sammy. I'm really trying," You sniffled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with even more tears.

"It's okay, Y/N. You didn't know, and Dean and I are going to make sure Dad gets what he deserves, okay? We're not going to let him hurt you anymore." Sam said and you furrowed your eyebrows as you grew even more confused.

"He wasn't hurting me, Sam. He must have just forgotten to tell me," You shook your head, trying to fit all the pieces together.

"No, he didn't tell you on purpose so that you would want to have sex with him. He was abusing you."

"Why would he do that?" You sobbed.

John was the one man on Earth who you were supposed to trust. Even more than you were meant to trust Sam and Dean. The pieces weren't fitting together.

"Because he's sick in the head. And I guess I am too. It's not natural. I'm just happy that Dean found out before it went any further." Sam half-smiled again and you looked down at your lap, a strange sense of shame attached to your conscious.

You felt embarrassed that you were so easily taken advantage of. You felt embarrassed that you didn't know. But above all, you felt angry.

You weren't sure if you were angry with yourself for not knowing that it was 'wrong', if you were angry because Sam and Dean suddenly had a change of heart and it made you feel unwanted, or if you were angry because John had never mentioned it to you.

John had taught you everything there was to know about life. He taught you how to bathe, how to shoot a gun, and how to cook breakfast.

John did everything you thought a good father did- you thought that being a good father also included sex with their daughter.

It hurt your heart to know that he was only using you.

"Does that mean we can't do it together anymore?" You asked, hoping Sam would give you the answer that you wanted.

"I don't know, Y/N," Sam flattened his lips, looking sadder by the second. "I just know that Dad needs to pay for what he's done to you. He is the reason all of this is happening. It's not your fault."

"But what if I don't want to stop?" You asked.

You didn't want to lose the relationship that you had with each of your family members. You didn't want John to pay, you wanted to continue loving him in the only way you knew how.

"Then, that's up to you. I don't know if I can go on knowing the things I know now. It makes me feel sick." Sam frowned, looking down at his lap.

"Oh," Was all that came out as your heart tore into a million pieces.

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Your anxiety only rose as the date with John went on further because you knew what would follow afterward.

Sam had fallen asleep early and your father had asked you to meet him outside before the both of you left. A part of you felt guilty for not telling Sam where you were going, but you knew that Sam would not have been okay with it.

As much as how Sam felt about the situation was completely valid and you desperately wanted to let Sam protect you from John, the thought of your father's disappointment was more dominant.

You managed to make conversation at dinner and you found yourself falling into your ways. Your heart had longed for this night for so long that it felt wrong to not see it through until the end.

In addition to your longing for this night, you still loved your father more than anyone in the world. Now more confused than ever, you battled internally between asking John for the truth and giving in to your own desires.

As John kissed your neck, sprawled over the top of you, you couldn't stop replaying your interaction with Dean earlier.

Was Dean lying to you? You tried your best to come up with alternate explanations for his behavior but nothing ever made sense. Was he just jealous? Did he want you all to himself? Did he figure out that he didn't want you in that way after he fingered you?

The only thing that seemed to make sense, in addition to your conversation with Sam, was that Dean was telling the truth. It was eating at you as you began to feel slightly disgusted by John's large body on top of yours.

"How are you feeling, baby?" John smiled as he came up for air, pushing the hair out of your face.

"Good," You lied, giving him a small smile.

"Good," John chuckled in return, placing his lips on yours for a slow, lingering kiss.

You found it hard to kiss him back as a million more questions popped into your head.

Was it bad that you wanted to stop? Would you disappoint John? And what would he do in response?

You didn't want to know the answer to any of those questions so you stayed silent as John took his shirt off.

"Get undressed for me, darling," John didn't seem to pick up on your uneasiness.

You hesitated for a moment, watching as John began to take his pants off, but ultimately decided to sit up and take your shirt off.

John looked back at you smirking, and you felt chills run down your spine. You decided to stop undressing as you waited for John to notice how uncomfortable you felt.

"Need help?" John asked, slowly walking toward you.

John yanked your ankles, your back hitting the bed as he slid you toward the end. His hand then traveled up your legs, dipping underneath your skirt to rest on your thighs.

"Daddy?" You asked timidly.

"Yes, baby?" He responded, pulling your panties down your legs before looking back up at you.

You weren't even sure what you were going to say, but you knew that you wanted to stop. You no longer cared if it upset John.

"I don't know if I'm ready," You managed to utter, propping yourself up on your elbows as you held your legs shut.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You know Daddy will take his time with you. I'm always very careful with my little girl." John pushed your skirt up your legs and your hands instinctively pushed the fabric back down. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," You weren't sure what to say.

You didn't want to out Sam or Dean for telling you because you weren't even sure if they were telling the truth, but you didn't know how to tell John that you no longer wanted to have sex with him.

"Don't get cold feet with me now, darling. Daddy really wants to fuck his little girl." John chuckled, palming his erection through his boxers.

You swallowed as John began to push the cotton down his legs, revealing his incredibly large member. You shuddered at the thought of it entering inside of you, even more scared of the fact that there was a possibility that John would be taking advantage of you.

When John's hands began to spread your legs, your body fought with little resistance. He pulled you so that your ass was nearly hanging off the bed and rested his cock over your heat, groaning as he slowly thrust his hips.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy loves you and he wants to take care of you. Can you let Daddy take care of you?" John leaned over you, reaching underneath your body to unclasp your bra.

John pulled the cloth off of your chest with ease, letting out a growl as his large hands palmed at your breasts.

You felt your throat constrict as your tear ducts began to fill, not sure how to tell your father how you were feeling. John didn't seem to notice as he bent over to kiss your lips.

Paralyzed with fear, you couldn't bring yourself to return his kiss and after a few seconds, John pulled back.

"I'm really trying here, sweetheart. I can't make you feel good if you don't want me to, and I know that's not the case." John chuckled awkwardly as he pulled back, his face hovering a few inches above yours.

"Is it wrong?" You choked on a sob as the tears began to stream down your face.

"What?" John reacted instantly, his body tensing as his eyebrows furrowed. "Who told you that this was wrong?"

"Nobody," You said quietly, looking up at him with blurred vision as your tears continued to fall.

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby. This is meant to be. This is why God let me have you." John stroked a few stray hairs out of your face, rutting his hips a bit as his cock slid up and down your slit. "See how good you make Daddy feel? Daddy wants to do the same for you and he doesn't know how much longer he can wait."

You stared at him silently, your lips quivering as you tried to think of what to say. Your body shivered as John began to align himself with your entrance, poking into you ever so slightly.

"Just let me take care of you, baby. Try to enjoy it, okay?" John did his best to be reassuring, but it only made your stomach churn.

Your eyes screwed shut as John began to push himself into you. You instinctively let out a gasp as you grabbed onto his arms, digging your fingernails into his biceps.

Your neck craned back as your body did its best to accommodate your father and John took that as an opportunity to reach down and nip at your neck.

John continued to slowly work himself in, sending vibrations through your throat as he groaned at the feel of you.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," John moaned into your skin, gradually rutting his hips into you.

You squeezed tighter onto John's arms when he finally bottomed in you, your body rejecting the intrusion as your walls clamped around his cock, attempting to force him out.

"You're so fucking tight," John let out an airy laugh, groaning as he pulled his hips back and forth an inch or so.

Tears were steadily streaming down your face, your mind and body in unison and at war against John.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart? Does Daddy's cock feel so good inside of your tight pussy?" John chuckled, bringing his face above yours.

You didn't have the courage to look up at him, instead opting to keep your eyes shut as John began to pull out further before slamming into you.

John didn't seem to mind your lack of words, instead working off of the gasps that fled your throat in reaction to his movements. He snapped his hips faster and faster as your body got used to his size, and before you knew it, he was nearly leaving your pussy entirely before rutting back into you.

You weren't sure why, because the last thing you wanted was your father to be inside of you, but your arms wrapped around John's back, pulling him closer to you.

A part of you wanted for him to finish as quickly as possible and a part of you just wanted to be close to somebody whilst you dealt with your emotions. You hated how good it felt to hold John in your arms as he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow.

Opening your eyes, you grimaced each time John let out a hot, sweaty breath into your ear. Although you hated to admit it, it was beginning to feel good. You had a gut feeling that what was happening was wrong, but after your body adjusted to John, it began to betray the thoughts in your head.

Your pussy clenched around John's cock as you felt that familiar rumble in your core. Your eyes had not yet dried and they weren't showing any signs of doing that anytime soon, but your uncomfortable gasps soon turned into genuine moans of pleasure.

It felt so wrong as your climax approached, but half of you was desperate for a release. Your body instinctively brought your legs up to wrap around John's body.

As John reached a new depth you didn't know existed before, you gasped loudly as your orgasm became imminent.

"That's it, baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock," John cheered you on, reaching underneath your arms and resting your head in his hands.

When John reached down to kiss you this time, you didn't hesitate to kiss back. With all limbs, you held him as close as possible, locking your lips as your walls began to clench erratically.

"Daddy!" You let out a choked moan, terrified tears turning into those of pleasure.

"That's it. Good girl. Cum for your Daddy." John chuckled, opting to kiss your neck as he began to snap his hips faster.

"Mmm," Was all you could manage to utter out as your climax peaked.

You bit down on John's shoulder, digging your fingernails into his back as you started to come undone around your father.

Suddenly, John's hips began to move erratically. As you bit down on his soft skin and your walls contracted on their own accord, he bottomed inside of you one last time.

John's elongated groan in your ear caused your body to shake as you felt his length twitch unpredictably. With your euphoria washing away with each passing second, reality settled heavily in your stomach and you knew that you needed to escape.

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