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Teacher's Pet

Joel Miller x virgin f!reader

Summary: 25 years old, anxiety-ridden, and still a virgin, you ask your friend Joel for advice on your upcoming date. But you're more of a...hands-on learner. And he's more than happy to help.

Warnings: PWP, unbalanced power dynamics, virgin!reader, neighbor/bff/more experienced! Joel, age gap, first kiss, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), frequent check-ins, soo much banter and Joel is a menace also so soft and sweet :')....(ends on a cliffhanger but there will be a part two I swear).

w/c: 7.7k idk what happened

a/n: I am resurfacing for your monthly reminder that I do in fact still write!! Inspiration for this came out of literally nowhere but I took it and RAN with it and I think I like it?? As always, thank you to my baby love @undrthelights for helping me with this and always listening to my rambling and for being my biggest enabler Ilysm

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"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck pound in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed. "A what?" "Forget it. forget I said anything,” you mutter, shaking your head. "No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like a…a sex lesson?”

"Seriously, Joel. Fuck off" you snap but with no bite or heat behind it. You bring the sweating bottle of beer to your lips and finish the rest of the now lukewarm liquid off in one gulp.

"What? I just find it hard to believe that you've never even had a kiss. Didn't you go to high school? Didn't you ever get invited to a party? Didn't you go to college? College kids do the do like all the time”

"Clearly not all the time" you mutter, a tad bitterly.

Joel raises his hands defensively and takes a sip of his own beer. "Just seems crazy is all. There's gotta be some chick or dude out there willing to take pity on you and pop your cherry."

You audibly gag at his choice of words. "I don't need a pity fuck, thanks." You stand from the couch and head over to the fridge. The bottles of cold alcohol inside are calling your name and you want something that will help soothe your nerves. You're not a big drinker, but when Joel is prying into your love life like he is now, you wish you were.

"Okay,” he starts from the living room. “Maybe I worded that wrong. What I meant to say was, there's gotta be someone out there who would be more than willing to show you a good time."

You groan and let your forehead fall against the fridge door. "That's the whole point! I came here to get advice for my date, someone who might actually be interested in me, and all you've done is make fun of me for not having fucked anyone yet. So thanks, Joel. You're a real pal."

You push away from the fridge and slam the door shut, a second beer in hand.

"Alright, alright, calm down." He says, hands in the air as if you were holding him at gunpoint as you head back to the couch. "Look, if this guy really likes you then he's not gonna care. Probably won't even be able to tell if you are or aren't."

"You think so?" You ask hopefully.

"Well, I mean, unless you're like... super bad."

Your heart drops into your stomach and you glare at him, "Joel."

"Oh come on, I'm kidding. You're not gonna be bad, okay? Just, go into it with an open mind and just relax. If he tries something you're not comfortable with or makes you feel weird, tell him. And if he gets pissy, dump his ass."

"That simple, huh?" You scoff.

"Well, yeah. You're the one who made it complicated by thinking it was a big deal."

"It is a big deal, Joel! I know nothing!

"Nothing? You ain’t ever watched porn? Jesus, I had no idea you were such a prude."

You can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes and slapping the back of your hand against his arm. He yelps and laughs, rubbing his arm.

"I've watched porn before" you retort.

"What kind?" he asks with a wiggle of his brows.

"None of your fucking business" you respond, feeling your face heat up.

Joel's lips quirk into a shit-eating grin and you're quick to smack him again.

"Okay okay, sorry!" he says through his laughter. "So what exactly are you afraid of?"

You're not really sure how to answer. It's a combination of so many things, most of which are irrational fears and insecurities. Sure you've seen it all done before, but you're well aware that none of it is realistic. At least, not completely. And just the fact that you're freshly 25 years old without a single notch in your bedpost makes you dizzy with anxiety. It's not like you're saving yourself or anything, it's just that hook up culture has never agreed with you and there's never been an opportunity that made you feel like it was the right one. That is until now, with your cute coworker who you thought was miles out of your league asking you out on a third date. And now, the prospect of being in bed with him is looming over you like a dark cloud and the last thing you want to do is mess it up.

"I guess, I'm just afraid that he's gonna be disappointed, or I'm gonna weird him out, or I'm gonna do something wrong and embarrass myself.” Joel nods along and listens. "And if it is bad then we still have to work with each other and then what if it's awkward and everyone knows about it and then he hates me and--"

"Okay, whoa slow down there, buddy" Joel says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "One, you're overthinking this. You're literally thinking like, five steps ahead of what's actually going on. It's a date. And even if it does end up in the bedroom, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. No one's forcing you, okay? He can't. No one can."

"I know, but I want to," you reply quietly.

"Alright. Then do."

"I don't know howwww!! " you whine, flopping backwards into the couch.

Joel groans and sits up a little straighter, scrubbing a hand down his face.

"Well, there's no magic trick, I don't have a secret sex manual I'm holding out on ya."

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you look over at him. The idea comes out of nowhere, well, not exactly from nowhere, but it pops in your head so fast that you then have to bite your tongue before the words bubbling up from your throat come tumbling out.

It's not a bad idea, not necessarily.

You've been good friends with Joel ever since you moved in next door last year. An unlikely pairing, a 40 year old contractor and an almost 25 year old office worker. But after offering him a six pack as part of introducing yourself to the neighbors, you'd gotten along famously. He fixes things around your house and you send him home with hot dinners and warm, gooey cookies.

It's an easy friendship, open and honest and supportive, and Joel has never given you reason not to trust him. He's a good guy, if not a little brash, but you know deep down he means well. And it doesn't hurt that he's objectively attractive, with his tall and sturdy frame, strong, calloused hands, dark messy curls....It's not a bad idea.

It's an absolutely insane idea.

You continue to stare at him, clenching your teeth together to hold back the question sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"What?" he says, looking back at you.

"Nothing" you mutter, eyes flicking away.

"You've got that face you make when you're about to say something really stupid, so just get it out."

You glare at him again, not enjoying the way he can read you so well.

"I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Well now you're lying."

"I'm not."

"You're doing it again!"

"Doing what?!"

"That face!"

"I'm not making a face!"

"Yes you are! Just spit it out!"

You groan and hide your face in your hands. You blame it on the one beer even though you know you’re not anywhere close to being drunk because how else would you justify what you’re about to say? You wait a moment, thinking about the weight of it but your mouth opens before you can stop yourself.

"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever."

Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck and hear it in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed.

"A what?"

"Forget it. forget I said anything,” you mutter, shaking your head.

"No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like a…a sex lesson?”

His eyes are wide, and he looks incredulous. You can't blame him, because the more time that passes between your suggestion and now, the more ridiculous the idea seems.

"I’m sorry, that was…It was stupid. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's just watch a movie." You move to grab the remote, but Joel's hand covers yours, stopping you.

"Is that what you want?"

You look at him, searching his expression for any sign of disgust or apprehension. But all you can see is the same Joel you've known for months, patient, warm, and understanding.

"I know. I know it's stupid. But I can't get this date out of my head, Joel. It's all I can think about and the more I do, the more worried I get and I just don't want to fuck it up. And I know we're friends and this is weird and gross, but I just thought that... maybe, I could have some practice, so to speak."

He doesn't say anything. Just keeps looking at you, the panic rising in your chest the longer the silence stretches. You start to fidget, wringing your hands together in your lap.

"I'm sorry, that was way out of line" you say, moving to stand up, your skin sweaty and hot with embarrassment and your feet ready to run out the door and never come back.

But Joel catches your wrist, gently pulling you back down to sit next to him.

"Joel" you whine, not wanting him to humiliate you any further.

"It's okay, come here."

His voice is softer than before, and his eyes are kind. You let him pull you closer, the two of you sitting knee to knee. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, not with your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning like they are, but Joel doesn't push. He simply moves his hand from your wrist, sliding it into yours. His palms are rough and warm, and the simple touch alone is comforting.

"You really wanna do this?” he asks softly. You can feel his eyes boring into you. “I mean, I'm not exactly a prize winning catch. And it's not like there's a shortage of willing men out there."

You shrug and chew the inside of your lip.

"Yeah, but you're my friend and I...I trust you."

There's another pause, and you wish that you could just disappear into the couch and erase this moment from your memory.

"How drunk are you?" he asks, glancing at the beer bottle on the coffee table.

"You saw me finish one bottle. And half of another. I’m barely tipsy."

"Not drunk?”

"Nope."

"You're gonna remember this tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

"And you still want to?"

You groan for the millionth time and squeeze his hand.

"Yes I want to! Look, if you don't want to then that's fine. It was just a dumb suggestion and we can just forget this ever happened."

He hums, considering your words. His hand slips out of yours, and you think that's it, you've scared him off and washed the friendship down the drain. That you'll have to hide from him from now on, that you'll have to pack your things up and move because the mortification would be too much, and that he'll hate you, and—

His two fingers sliding under chin surprise you, and he tilts your head up. He's looking down at you with that same even expression, eyes big, soft, and warm as he slides his hand over to cup your jaw in his palm.

"If you want to stop at any point, just say so, okay? I won't be upset and we can go back to the way things were before. Got it?"

You nod, your throat suddenly too tight to speak. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone, the tender touch is enough to make your heart skip a beat. There’s no way this is actually happening. That your first kiss is going to be with your 40 year old menace of a neighbor. That you’re going to, how did you put it, get a sex lesson from him. His gaze flicks down to your lips and back up to your eyes and you’re positive you’re no longer able to breathe.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. You nod.

You're sure he can hear the thumping of your heart in his own ears as he leans down. His other hand comes to rest on your hip and when his lips touch yours, a soft, tentative pressure, you're not prepared for the electricity that shoots through you.

He's barely done anything and already you feel like you're floating. Your own hands reach out to clutch his shirt, keeping him close, afraid he'll pull away and leave you cold and wanting if you don't. But he stays put, pressing himself against you, his lips working gently against yours. You follow his lead, kissing him back while trying not to overthink it.

It's nothing like the kisses in the movies or the books, where fireworks explode behind your eyelids or where your foot pops up in the air. It's far more subdued, more quiet and subtle. But the warmth that pools low in your belly and the goosebumps that erupt on your skin when his tongue slides against the seam of your lips, light and quick, makes you absolutely melt.

He pulls back before you can really react, and you're left with a dizzying rush of both blistering desire and excruciating anxiety. You want to pull him back in and never let him go. But your heart is beating so fast you can hardly breathe, your nerves are buzzing, and the urge to run and hide is nearly paralyzing.

"Was it bad?" you ask tentatively, cheeks heated.

"No" he replies, giving your hip a squeeze as a smirk plays on his lips. "It was fucking awful. Worst kiss of my life"

"Shut up!" you hiss, pushing him away with a hand on his chest. He laughs, the sound easing some of the tension in your body.

"I'm just teasing" he says, voice dropping lower. "C'mere, we can work on it."

His lips find yours again, and you try not to smile into the kiss but it's hard when you can feel the way his lips are quirked up as well. It doesn’t take much else to get you to relax and let yourself fall into the moment, into the gentle press of his mouth and the warm hands on your hip and your cheek. He swipes his tongue against your lips again, his fingers pressing lightly into the hinge of your jaw to tilt your head back and coax your lips apart.

You let him, sighing as his tongue glides across yours, hot and smooth and sweet. Your hands slide up his chest, finding purchase around his shoulders, and when you move forward, pushing yourself against him, he grunts softly but lets you. He kisses you until the both of you are gasping for air, and when he pulls back, his lips are wet and red and you're certain yours must be as well.

"Better?" you ask, a bit breathless.

"Getting there" he answers with, his breath warm where it fans across your cheek.

"You're such a liar" you say with a goofy smile.

"Yeah, I know. Now try again, practice makes perfect.”

You roll your eyes but lean back in nonetheless. It's a bit more heated this time, the feeling of his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip making you squirm. His hand rounds over your hip, palm smoothing to the small of your back to pull you closer, the heat of his body radiating through your clothes and warming your skin. Your hands move on their own accord, no thought behind the action as they slide up to his shoulders and then his neck, your fingers finding home in the curls at the base of his skull. When you give them a slight tug, you're rewarded with a muffled grunt from Joel. Emboldened, you pull back, lips swollen and tingling.

"You’re a good kisser,” you pant. "Is that something people usually say?"

"When it’s true" he says, grinning at you. "And since I know you're gonna ask, I'd say that was a C+, maybe a B-."

You scoff but blush furiously at the smile he flashes, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Well then, tell me what to do next. What do I need to know?"

Joel hums as he thinks for a moment.

"What do you want to do?"

You stare at him for a second, blinking.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you" you say, shaking your head a bit.

"Well, how far do you want to take this?"

You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very shy. You can’t deny that when the idea popped in your head it was accompanied by the mental image of you naked, spread out on his bed, but the actual act of asking him, or better yet, actually doing it is... intimidating to say the least. Are you really about to let him go all the way, to see you bare and vulnerable, let him pop your cherry as he would disgustingly put it? All just to “prepare” for a date with a guy who might not even like you that way?

Yeah, probably.

"All the way" you answer. “I want to go all the way”

He doesn’t pounce on you like you expected, doesn’t press his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss that you had half hoped for. Instead, he simply looks at you, his brown eyes boring into yours, searching.

"Are you sure? You can always say no and you're not gonna lose me as a friend if this isn’t what you actually want. I don’t want you thinking that."

You can't help the laugh that bubbles up and slips out, because of course Joel, your kind, thoughtful Joel, would say that. He's a good man. A great one, even.

"Yes, I'm sure. But if you don't, I get it, I can just leave and-"

Joel laughs, the sound traveling up from deep in his chest, the rumble vibrating against you.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't be doin’ this if I didn't want to. Just makin’ sure this is what you really want."

"I want it.”

He squeezes your hip and swipes a thumb over your cheekbone once again.

“Alright then.” He nods, firm and resolute, and then looks around the room. “ We’re not doing it here, though. If you're getting the full Joel Miller experience, we're gonna do it right.”

Your eyes roll reflexively, but your heart picks up its pace regardless.

"I’m not gonna do anything if you call it that ever again."

"Fine, fine,” he relents. “Let me show you what a good, thorough fucking feels like. Better?"

Your jaw drops, and he's laughing at you, his body shaking with amusement.

"Fuck you" you grumble, shoving him away while trying to hide your coy smile.

"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for," he says with a wide, self-assured grin.

"I'm leaving" you declare with a false sense of offense as you rise to your feet. Joel is quick to do the same and before you can take a single step away, he slips a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugs you back into him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I’ll stop, I’ll stop. I'm sorry" he says, not sounding it one bit.

You huff, but let him pull you closer until you’re pressed against his chest and you have to tilt your head back to look at him.

"I’ll be good. I promise."

"Liar"

"Well, yeah. But I can promise that I'll make you feel good."

You can't help the giggle that spills out and he kisses it away, his lips warm and plush and sweet against yours. The hand not resting on your lower back comes up, curling around the nape of your neck and keeping you close. You sink into him, and the fog creeps in again, dulling the rest of the world, making it seem fuzzy and distant, like the memory of a dream. All you can focus on is him, the warm solid weight of him against you, the strong arms holding you, the way his mouth moves against yours. And then he’s pulling back all too soon and you have to stifle a whine.

"Come on" he says, tugging at your hand.

His bedroom is dim, the little lamp on his nightstand and the faint glow of the moon through the curtains providing the only light. You swallow and take a deep breath as you step inside, your bare toes digging into the plush carpet, his hand warm and large where it grips yours.

He holds onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed. You step forward, letting him pull you between his knees. His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel their heat through the fabric of your shirt.

He doesn’t ask if you're sure again and you’re grateful because you’re not sure if you could form any kind of response right now. Instead, he slides his hands up and under your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your breath hitches as his hands smooth over your ribs and around to your back, the tips of his fingers mapping out the curve of your spine, skimming over each notch and bump. They climb higher, the fabric of your shirt bunching around his wrists.

“Can I take this off, baby?”

Your heart jumps to your throat but you nod anyway. He grabs the hem and tugs your shirt up and and you lift your arms so he can slip it off over your head. He tosses it aside, the fabric falling to the floor beside the bed. You’re left exposed, vulnerable and bare, save for the worn out bra you wear, a few too many washes and a few years past its prime.

Your hands itch where they hang by your side with the instinct to cover yourself, hide the imperfections that you know so well, the stretch marks, the softness of your stomach, the way the cups of your bra are just a bit too small and spill over the tops.

But then he’s pressing his lips to the space just above your navel, his scruff tickling your skin and making the muscles in your abdomen jump and twitch. His hands find your waist again, and when his lips continue their path upwards, his palms follow, skimming up your sides, thumbs tracing the outline of your ribs before stopping at the band of your bra.

"This too?" he asks, voice quiet and husky.

"Yeah" you answer with a squeak, and he grins like a kid in a candy store.

His fingers undo the clasp deftness that makes your knees go weak, the straps slipping from your shoulders and the whole thing sliding down your arms, landing somewhere near your shirt.

"God, baby, look at you" he murmurs, his hands cupping the underside of your breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the tops and then down the slope and around your nipple. Your breath hitches, the gentle touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You're fucking perfect."

The praise is unexpected and it sends a jolt of heat through your core. You whimper quietly and his hands are on you again, the calloused palms rough on the soft skin of your breasts. He kneads the flesh, squeezing gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching and teasing.

He pulls you closer and ducks his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and hooded, and his pupils blown wide with desire.

"Can I?" he asks.

"Please."

He leans in and wraps his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, the gentle heat of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

His mouth works on one breast, tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand continues its work on the other. Pleasure builds and coils deep inside, the sensation unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome. You whimper and he pulls away, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before giving it a sweet parting kiss.

He turns his attention to the other, his teeth grazing over the stiff peak and drawing a whine from your lips. He sighs when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the strands until he groans softly against you. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against it and dragging up and around, swirling and flicking. You’re already breathless, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Feels good, Joel," you whisper shyly.

"I know, honey" he says, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he pulls away. "Feel good anywhere else?"

He doesn't wait for a response, simply slips a hand between your thighs, cupping you through the denim, the simple action making you squeak.

"Here, huh?" he says, the heel of his palm pressing against you.

You gasp softly and nod, biting your lip, too shy to say anything.

"Get on the bed, baby."

You comply, crawling onto the mattress and scooting backwards towards the pillows, sitting at the head of the bed as you watch him. His eyes never leave you as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Your heart thumps as you stare at his bare chest, his tanned skin dotted with a light dusting of salt and pepper hair. He's broad, his shoulders thick and chest solid. Your fingers burn with the urge to reach out and touch him, so you do, extending a tentative, slightly shaky hand.

He watches you closely, eyes flitting down to the palm pressed against his chest before meeting yours again, his mouth curling into a smile.

"You can touch" he says, reaching down to curl a hand around your wrist and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm before guiding your hand back down to his chest. "I think most people would enjoy that."

"You're having entirely too much fun with this,” you mumble while your fingers spread out across his pec.

"It is fun" he counters, his own hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the seam of your jeans and rubbing up and down. "But it'll be more fun once these come off"

Your lips part, a puff of air rushing out.

"You gonna take them off?" you ask, the words slipping out, bold and unbidden.

He grins, his brow quirking up.

"Look at you, being all bossy"

"You like it" you say, finally feeling some of the anxiety slipping away, the familiar and comfortable banter between the two of you slipping into place in a new, unfamiliar situation.

His smile takes up nearly his whole face as moves closer.

“I sure do.”

He looms over you, bracing himself on an elbow next to your head before ducking down to kiss you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth, warm and insistent. You sigh into it, your hands finding the warm, bare skin of his back, muscles gliding beneath your palms as you slide them up and around, fingertips digging into his shoulders. He's so warm and solid and you can't help the little noise that slips out, a soft, needy moan. You're about to break the kiss and beg him to touch you, give you something, anything, but he pulls back before you can.

"Impatient. I like that too" he says, voice barely above a whisper.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. He continues his path, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down the valley between your breasts, his beard tickling your sternum.

His palm presses into the top of your thigh, and you instinctively open your legs for him, his hand immediately moving to cup you through the denim, thick fingers pressing against the seam and the bundle of nerves just below. Your hips rock up, seeking more pressure and he grins, entirely too pleased with himself right now.

You huff, and he laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, but he relents, undoing the button and zipper of your jeans and tugging the fabric down, revealing the pair of pink panties underneath.

Joel sits up, pulling your jeans down your legs and letting them drop off the side of the bed, the sound of the denim hitting the floor indicating that you've officially crossed a line that neither of you can come back from. But if the hungry, desperate look on his face and the way you're practically vibrating underneath him are any indication, neither of you want to.

"I'll start with just my fingers, yeah?" he says, his hands running up the insides of your thighs, touch light and teasing, the tips of his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. You nod dumbly, at a complete loss for words right now.

He ducks his head, his lips landing on the smooth skin stretched over your hip bone. You squirm, ticklish, and he grins. His mouth is a great distraction from his hand, which has found its way back in between your legs, his fingers now pressing against damp fabric.

"Shit" he curses, his touch firm. "Fuckin' soaked already. Am I just that good?" he quips with a smirk.

"Jesus do you ever shut up" you gripe, but the effect is ruined by the whimper that escapes you when his thumb sweeps up, pressing hard against your clit.

"Oh, that's a pretty sound" he murmurs, repeating the motion to pull out another one, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Now," he starts, his tone shifting to the same one he uses when he's about to impart some life lesson. "This guy you're gonna see, or any man for that matter, should always take care of you before himself. That's just common fuckin' sense. And if he doesn't, you send him on his way" he continues. "Because a man that don't wanna see a woman get off is no fuckin' man at all"

You're about to interrupt, tell him he's an idiot and ask him to please, please, get on with it, but his fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties, swiftly pulling them down your legs steals the breath from your lungs. Your pulse sky rockets and you shift underneath him, crossing your thighs in instinctual effort to hide yourself from him.

"M'sorry I didn't shave or anything" you blurt out, your throat tight with anxiety and embarrassment once again

Joel just shakes his head as he pries your legs apart.

"Baby, I could not give less of a shit about that."

"But-"

"No" he says, the word firm, an edge of command to his tone. "You’re not apologizin’ for that. And if a man gives a shit, he's a fuckin' child who doesn't deserve the honor of bein' between these thighs" he says, pushing your knees further apart.

You nod and bite your lip, the words that are just so very Joel, settling in your chest and easing the tension in your body. You let out a long, slow breath and relax, trying to ease the nervousness.

"There ya go" he says, his fingers dancing along your slit, gathering the slick pooling there. You shudder at the gentle touch, your hips rolling up just a bit before you force them back down into the mattress, trying to keep yourself still.

"Nuh-uh. None of that" he says, immediately noticing the movement. He slides his free hand under you, his palm pushing into the small of your back and encouraging you to move again, to lean into your pleasure. "You take what you want, baby. Show me how good it feels. That's all I wanna see."

You squirm and whimper, the simple, almost lazy touch driving you insane. You've touched yourself before, brought yourself over the edge while imagining what it would be like to have the things you read about and watch in videos happen to you. But you've never managed to make yourself feel this good, never felt pleasure so intense, never felt a burning pressure in your abdomen so demanding that it radiates all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

And he's barely touched you.

"How's that feel?"

You can't even form the words, so you just nod and hum, the sound a mix of a whimper and a moan, your hips rolling up against his palm. He chuckles, and then the pressure increases, the friction building, his fingers slipping down, collecting more of your wetness to ease the drag against your skin.

He moves his fingers down, down, down, the tip of one circling your entrance, gathering the wetness pooling there. You whine loudly, any shame and modesty you once had replaced entirely with desperate need and pure desire.

"Please, Joel" you whisper, voice shaky.

"I gotcha" he says, dipping his fingertip in, just barely, and pulling a moan from deep in your chest. "Gonna give you what you need"

You groan, a long, low sound as he slowly sinks his finger into you. It's nothing like your own, so perfectly thick and long/ And you found the spot before, the spot that he curls his finger up into, but never at this angle, never with the perfect amount of pressure that he's applying right now.

"Mmm, look at that" he coos as you clench tightly around his finger.

"Joel, god, feels so good" you whimper pathetically.

"I know, honey, I know."

You clench again, the cockiness and self-assured attitude that usually gets under your skin now ignites your whole body in an entirely different way. He keeps his eyes on your face, watching as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth drops open, your head tipping back as the pleasure builds.

"Another" you beg, the fullness not nearly enough.

"Greedy girl" he chides, but he pulls his finger out, and slides two back in. You swear that you could come from this alone, but he doesn't let you, the hand that was supporting your lower back disappearing, only to reappear between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit with firm, steady strokes.

White hot pleasure wraps around the base of your spine, the dual sensations of his fingers and his thumb sending you spiraling. The sounds falling from your lips are unrecognizable, high and desperate as your mind goes blissfully blank, your entire focus on the heat coiling in your abdomen. Your eyebrows pinch together and you bury your face in the pillow next to your head, trying to hide the ridiculous expression you're surely making, but you inhale the traces of his shampoo and cologne that cling to the fabric, the scent pushing you even closer to the edge.

You try to hold back. Surely you're not supposed to come this quickly, not just from two fingers and a thumb. Surely that's a sign that you're an easy lay, or too inexperienced, or-

"Just let it happen, baby. I can feel it, Just let go" Joel says, his voice cutting through the thoughts racing through your mind, his fingers crooking inside you and dragging across the spot that makes your hips stutter and a cry fall from your lips.

You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure cresting and crashing down around you. You squeeze his fingers, your back arching, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as you roll your hips up into his touch, seeking more and more and more. And he gives and gives and gives, working you through it and drawing it out for as long as he can before you melt into the mattress, bones and muscles liquid and warm and satisfied.

He pulls his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness draws a disappointed whine from you, his answering chuckle making you smile.

"That was- fuck" you sigh, not quite capable of coherent thought.

"Absolutely mind-blowing? Yeah I know" he teases. You roll your eyes but don't say anything because it's true, and his cocky grin fades into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you return to Earth.

"Can I- can I return the favor?" you ask, your gaze flicking down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

He grunts and shakes his head.

"Not yet. Got somethin' else in mind."

You frown and push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he shifts from his position. You're about to ask what he's going to do until he's settling himself on his stomach between your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath as you realize exactly what he's got planned and your heart jumps, anxiety clouding your mind once again.

He rests his cheek on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours.

"Alright?"

You swallow and nod, licking your lips.

"Yeah. Just... no one's ever-"

"Yeah, I got that much, that's why we're here" he says, smiling smugly when you glare at him.

"But what if it's not good? Or I don't taste good? Or-"

"Stop" he says, the single word halting your runaway train of thought. "You need lessons in relaxing, not sex. You're so fucking tense all the time"

"Sorry" you say, immediately cringing.

He sighs, his breath ghosting over the skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. "What did I say about apologizin'?" he says, his tone slightly sharp.

"I know. Sorry- shit, sorry! Fuck!"

He barks out a laugh and you huff, bringing up both hands to scrub over your face.

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, yes, you're very smart and know everything"

He hums and nips at your thigh.

"Damn right I do."

You want to snark back, but his mouth is moving, his lips trailing down the inside of your thigh and towards where you're aching for him, slick and wet and throbbing. He takes his time, laying kisses on your thighs, hips, and stomach, his scruff scraping the sensitive skin, huffing out a laugh when you start to squirm, your patience wearing thin.

His hands smooth over the soft flesh of your inner thighs, urging you to spread them wider before spreading you open with his thumbs, exposing you completely. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and the urge to close your legs and hide yourself from his gaze is overwhelming, the embarrassment making your skin burn. But before you can even think about closing them, his tongue is on you, sliding up the length of you and circling your clit. The moan that escapes you is embarrassingly loud and high pitched, but the mortification is easily swallowed up by the pleasure.

He hums against you, the sound and the feeling sending a shudder through your body. Your hands grip the pillow behind your head and you try not to buck up into his mouth, but your attempts are futile. He doesn't seem to mind though, in fact you think it spurs him on, his tongue flattening against you and lapping at you messily, the wetness he's coaxed from you smearing across his mouth and chin.

The sound is lewd and obscene, the sloppy, slick noises and the soft grunts and groans that rumble in his chest as he works you up. He pulls back, his breath coming out in pants, his chest heaving as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and hooded.

"Don't know what you were worried about" he says, his voice low and raspy. "You taste fuckin' divine"

His beard is shiny and damp, his lips glistening, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in it. The sight of him looking so completely disheveled and filthy has you clenching around nothing, the ache almost too much to bear.

He doesn't say anything else, just ducks his head and gets back to work, his mouth moving with a renewed urgency, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart, allowing him better access.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a constant stream of moans and whines and babbling pleas and praises falling from your lips, but you're not really sure what you're saying, not really sure of anything except the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins.

You hear him moan, can feel the vibration against your skin, and you glance down at him, and that's a mistake. The sight of him, his eyes closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks and nips and laps at you and– is he fucking grinding his hips into the mattress?

You're fucked.

A throaty moan tumbles past your lips as your hips start to rock, a rhythm forming as you chase your orgasm. His hands leave your thighs and he slides one arm up, the weight of it resting against your abdomen to keep you still while his other hand snakes down, fingers dipping inside again, finding the spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, Joel, please, oh my god, I'm so- please"

He groans in response, the hand on your stomach pressing down harder to meet the two fingers curling and stroking inside of you. You cry out at the increased pressure right as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, his fingers moving faster and faster. Flames lick up your spine and spread throughout your body, threatening to burn you alive.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you and turning your limbs to jello. Wave after wave of blinding euphoria crashes over you and all you can do is cling to the pillow and arch your back, your toes curling as he continues to work his fingers and tongue, happily letting you ride his face and grind into his mouth.

He doesn't let up, not until you're a whimpering, trembling mess, physically pushing his head away when it becomes too much. He pulls back reluctantly, a wicked grin plastered to his face, his chin and mouth absolutely soaked. You're panting, struggling to catch your breath as the aftershocks make you shiver despite the content warmth spreading throughout your entire body.You feel sated and sleepy, a bone deep satisfaction making you feel boneless.

But as you come down from your high, rational thoughts start to filter in and you suddenly remember the reason this all started in the first place.

You're here to learn, he should be teaching you how to please a man.

How to please him.

You watch as he gets off the bed and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. Your eyes shamelessly rake over him, the dusty pink flush that decorates his neck and chest, the curve of his belly down to the impressive bulge in his jeans.

You push yourself up, ignoring the way your arms tremble with the effort. He looks at you, his eyes scanning your face no doubt looking for signs of distress.

"You ok?" he asks, eyebrows pinched together in his typical concerned Joel fashion.

"Yeah" you say, a little breathlessly. "But I still want to..."

Your voice trails off and you glance down at his crotch, hoping he gets the message.

"That's alright, baby. It's a lot, we don't-"

"No" you interrupt, a hint of desperation in your voice. "You said you would teach me. Please, Joel. I-I wanna learn" You hope it's a good enough cover to the fact that you really just want him, your original goal forgotten. "I just don't want to embarrass myself" you add, pouting slightly for good measure, praying to god that he can’t detect the underlying want for him and him only.

He watches you for a moment, seemingly contemplating his decision. And then his eyes narrow, because of course he knows. There's never been an instance where you succeeded in lying to this man. He always, always knows when something is off.

"Alright" he says, a slow smile spreading across his face, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. "Dick sucking class is now in session"

You groan, your face twisting with visible disgust.

"Oh my god, that was terrible."

"What? It's true" he says with a shrug.

"That is- no, no way. Never say those words ever again. Ever." you say, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

"Or what?" he challenges, taking a step towards the bed.

You gulp and lick your lips.

"Or..."

He waits expectantly for a response. You have none, so you just shake your head and look away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought"

You glare at him and then sigh.

"You're a bully"

"Am I?” He asks, taking a step back to give you more room. “ 'Cause you're the one that asked me to teach ya. On your knees, kid. Let's see whatcha got."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress a grin. You don't know how he does it, but his ability to make a joke or a quip out of anything always has a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even when the jokes are awful and the puns are terrible. Even when the joke is about you getting ready to suck his dick.

"You're a bully and a pervert" you say, sliding off the bed and sliding to your knees, the plush carpet doing a decent job at protecting your joints.

"And proud of it.”

"Pride is a sin."

"So is premarital sex, so I'll see you in hell, honey"

You snort and look up at him from your place on the floor, grinning widely.

"You're ridiculous"

"You love it"

And that's the thing, isn't it?

Because you do. You love his innate ability to make you laugh, to make you smile even when he's about to take your fucking virginity. He knows how to comfort you, how to put you at ease, when to push you with his teasing and when to pull back and let you take control. You've never met a person who has so effortlessly made their way into your heart.

And here you are, on your knees for him under the false pretense of practicing for a man who's name you can't even remember right now.

You shake your head, the motion clearing the thoughts and the emotions that were swirling in your head, the ones that make you want to stand up and kiss him, kiss him until your lips are numb and you're left gasping for air.

"Joel?" you say his name softly.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Teach me."

Part 2 is already in the works I promise hehehe thank you for reading I hope u all enjoy!!

#joel miller smut #joel miller one shot #fic rec

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 4 months

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THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE | @solitude-am-i vs @codependentsamanddean round twenty | Words | “Even when you’re all alone, you’ve got me.”

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Innocent (Coming soon)

Summary: Everyone is born innocent. Some people waste theirs away while others cherish it. Y/n was a person who cherished it... all the way up to her early twenties. Yet, she didn't realize demons would want the one thing she cherished most for themselves... to ruin her. Luckily, she runs into the Winchester brothers and a certain green-eyed hunter will be dammed if he lets anything happen to her.

Warnings: MINORS DNI. loss of virginity, SMUT, talk of SA, violence, and language, demons being demons lol, Fluff.

I literally have been wanting to write a one-shot like this forever and never had any time to do so until now. What do you guys think?

#follow #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #spn fandom #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural smut #jensen ackles #dean x reader #dean smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fic #dean angst #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester supernatural #dean winchester spn #oneshot

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 4 months

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I am finally free from college... let's do some writing <3

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #spn fandom #faith says🤍#requests open

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 6 months

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hii! i love ur fics btw! i seen a good amount of touchstarved!dean fics, but i’m a sammy’s girl.. and brainnrottt for a touchstarved!sam winchester. i was wondering if you would right one, i’m okay with any plot xx!

OOO i gotta write this

#supernatural #spn #spn fandom #sam winchester

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 6 months

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its my 21 bday and idk how to feel abt it😭

#follow #spn #21 #birthday

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 7 months

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CANT WAIT

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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Perfect (S.W.)

Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader

Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.

Gif, not mine*

A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!

The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.

“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.

The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.

For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.

Jess.

You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.

You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.

The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.

You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.

The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.

You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.

Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.

Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.

Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.

You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.

You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.

A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.

Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.

You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.

You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.

"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.

He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.

This was your chance.

You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.

The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "

"Well, I really wanna hurt you."

Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.

A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.

“Get behind me!” He yelled.

You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.

“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.

“Please.”

You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”

“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.

“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”

You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.

Maybe this is just a dream?

What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.

“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.

“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.

“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.

“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.

“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.

Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”

Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.

I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”

Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”

“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”

You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.

“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”

Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.

“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”

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2 weeks later

The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.

Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.

Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.

But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.

What would Jess think if she was alive?

“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.

You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”

“I’m just thinking…”

Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”

You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”

Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”

You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.

“Your future? What about it?”

“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.

“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”

You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”

Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.

Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.

Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.

“What do you see?”

You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.

“What?”

Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”

“I see me…. We done?”

“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”

"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."

Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.

Beautiful.

"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.

“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.

"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."

You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.

You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.

The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.

"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.

You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.

Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.

Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."

You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.

Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.

It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.

With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."

Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.

This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.

"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.

"I want you Sam."

You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.

He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.

His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.

Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.

He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.

Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"

You smile and nod, "Yes."

You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.

It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.

Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.

"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.

Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"

A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.

During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.

When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.

The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.

The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.

Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.

Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.

The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.

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SUN•SHINE COMING SOON!!

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: smut, cussing, angst.

Taglist: (Open!!)

Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

•°•°•°•°•SNEAK PEAK°•°•°•°•°•°

“You look beautiful in that dress darlin' Gimmie a little spin” Dean has a boyish grin, while he leans against the old bed frame.

Giving the cowboy a little spin, with a laugh escaping your lips as you tilt your fake imaginary cowgirl hat. “Y'know I could always give ya' a hat” He stands up, the floorboards creaking at every step he takes while he looks over at his hats deciding on a nice plain white one.

“Why the white one?” You ask, with a hint of a smile knowing he had to grow through his whole process of deciding which one to give you.

“Because after tonight darlin', your gonna be my bride”

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 7 months

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The King's Blessing Masterlist

Summary: Prince Dean and Y/N have been betrothed since birth. Desperately in love, neither can wait to make it official once Y/N finally becomes a woman. But for some reason, womanhood is taking its time finding her. The day eventually comes, but it’s not quite the fairytale Y/N had been sold.

Rating: 18+ (Dark themes)

Pairing(s): King!John x Reader || Prince!Dean x Reader

Tags: Royal!AU, historical!AU, fluff, romance, betrothed couple, angst, age gap, late bloomer, jealousy, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, first time, p in v, breeding kink, forced marriage, forced voyeurism, scenes of non-con and dub-con, dark!John, suggestions and mentions of murder, cheating, affair

A/Ns: This took A LOT of brainstorming and sifting through ideas, morphing them and figuring out which avenue to take. Hope you love the result! Thank you Tina for believing in this idea and trusting me to write this for you <3

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Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty (FIN)

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 8 months

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this was amazing 😩😩

Fireside Embers & Forbidden Desires

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Fluff, Winchester sarcasm, smut (dirty talk, slight rough sex, oral (ftm, mtf), threesome), I feel like Whimper!Dean and Snarl!Sam are warnings ;) A/N: This was a fun write! This came from a mutual idea between @alexsoenomel and myself. Summary: After a decade, it’s time to reconnect with your childhood friends and crushes, the Winchesters, camping over the summer. What ensues is a fun night full of forbidden desires. THIS IS THE SHY!READER VERSION - If you wish to read the same idea executed with a CONFIDENT reader, >>> I will tag @alexoenomel’s fic when she’s written/uploaded it :)

Also thank you to @pink-sparkly-witch for the extra beta assistance, hope you enjoy the rest of it :D

“Son of a bitch!”

As soon as you heard Dean’s classic cursing, you ran over, still wringing out your hair. Sam wasn’t far behind you.

“Woah.”

Dean was grabbing things from inside their tent and tossing it aside onto the grass, and you watched as it squelched when it landed in shallow puddles. “Everything in here is soaked through,” he grumbled. “Even the damn food! Seriously?!” “How did it flood?” Dean turned a glare on you. “Oh, I don’t know, Y/N, maybe the rain that just belted down not 5 minutes ago?”

“No need to be rude,” Sam retorted. “Let’s go check your tent.”

We walked over to your tent which, unlike theirs, had an extra waterproof cover over the top and was curved over, pinned into the soil. Sam walked around and checked the pins by tapping it with his foot, then peeked a head inside. When he popped back out, he shrugged. “I think yours is dry?”

You quickly took off your shoes and walked inside, feeling around the ground, your belongings, and the walls of the tent just to be sure. Sam was right.

You greeted both brothers standing shoulder-to-shoulder outside your tent. “I guess you guys can bunk with me?” You shrugged. Dean shot you an indignant look. “We won’t fit.” “You got a better idea?”

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, before Sam eventually shrugged and excused himself to attempt to salvage anything from their tent.

An hour later, Sam was back, holding a large box. “Well, the box is wet but the mattress is fine. It’s a king… will it fit in your tent?” “Well, what will we do with mine?” “Beats me,” Dean said, grabbing the box from his brother and immediately pulling it out, reaching for your electric pump. “But there’s no way the three of us are sharing a single.”

“Fine, just… you two figure it out. I’m gonna sit here and read my book.” Sam saluted you with a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

You had known the brothers since you were 9. Each summer, you would spend two weeks camping in a forest with your parents, who taught you all how to survive on your own with no power and no packaged food. It had been at least a decade since any of you had camped, now with your corporate jobs and all your parents had since passed on.

Both brothers were unmarried without children, finding themselves thrown too much in their work to find time for a family. You, although you wanted a family, loosely, you also didn’t have any desperate need. You preferred your solitude, and building genuine friendships, and travelling too much to want to settle down. You also had very little to no good experience with partners, so you had sort of given up, and resided yourself that you’d spend life alone.

A good friend had told you once, that it was best to love yourself, for you’d be with yourself til death, and that always stuck with you.

Dean was the oldest at 44, Sam four years younger, and you were exactly ten years and four days younger than Dean, meaning that when you had met them, they were already teenagers, ready to take on the world. Occasionally one or even both of the brothers would bring a girl along, but they seemingly never lasted the whole trip. You would taunt them, kind of like a little sister, but you found yourself growing jealous of their girlfriends around the time you hit puberty. You knew it was wrong. You were going on 13, Sam was 19 and Dean was 23. Not only was it ridiculous but it was gross, even to you. You figured it was just the result of hormones and growing up. It didn’t stop you staring at them and blushing profusely at their terrible jokes.

Your families had continued the tradition of camping each year until you were 15. Sam was off in college and Dean had started his own mechanic business which, to your knowledge, had been very successful given the small town he lived in. This trip was the first time you’d seen each other since your respective parents’ funerals… well, unless you include all the skype and zoom calls over the years, but this was the first in-person meeting in 10 years.

To say that was ridiculous was an understatement.

You had fallen into the same banter with the brothers as you had ten years ago and every year before that, but this time, life had hardened yourself and Dean, and worn down Sam. None of you were as cheery as before, so Sam, being the least depressed of the three, constantly tried to cheer everybody up. He still found the positives in life despite the darkness.

You were sure spending a few days in the forest would do you some good though, despite Dean’s hesitation. It was coming up to the 19 year anniversary since your last camping trip and you didn’t want to wait another day, so you called them up and convinced them to spend a weekend away from all your troubles. Sam quickly agreed, but Dean had taken some convincing. Said convincing involved vintage porn magazines and your homemade apple pie.

This led to now. Only a few hours ago, it had rained so hard upon your search for firewood and flooded the brothers’ big tent. Sam had discovered there were a few rat-eaten holes in it, given it was stored for years in Dean’s garage, it was no surprise. Now, you were chuckling as Sam used his knees to shove the large king blow-up mattress inside your small tent before falling on top of it.

Sam groaned as he stood, wiping his hands against one another. “Well… it leaves a few inches of room at the foot of the bed for us to step inside, but it’s filled the entire tent.”

Your eyes bulged. “You’re joking.”

“Guess we now have to share the king.” Dean clicked his tongue. “Was hoping there’d be room for the single as well.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book, running your fingers along the edges before turning a page. A few minutes later, you felt a tiny pebble hit you in the chest. “What do you want, Dean?” You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “I’m bored.” Sam chuckled. “If you’re so bored, go skip rocks.” “What he said.” Dean huffed. “You’re both boring. I’m gonna go back out and get some alcohol. Be back in an hour.”

The three of you spent the early night roasting marshmallows by the fire after eating ramen for dinner, followed by a few shots of whiskey courtesy of Dean proclaiming he needed this night to be more fun.

You had argued that alcohol wasn’t needed to have a good time, but there seemed to be this ‘elephant in the room’ between the three of you. The tension was almost visible like a thick smog floating between you.

“You might as well say what’s on your mind, Dean,” you said, sighing. Dean groaned. “Why did you ask us on this trip?” You laughed dryly. “It’s been nineteen years…” “Yeah you could’ve waited another year to at least make it an even twenty.” “It’s been ten since we all lost our parents,” you said, voice softer this time. “I.. was clearing out my attic and found some pictures. Sue me for feeling nostalgic.”

Sam offered a hand on your shoulder, rubbing a little before pulling away. “Hey… it’s okay.”

“I know it is.” Dean let out a puffed exhale. “Look. I… didn’t really…” Sam leaned forward. “I think that’s Dean’s way of saying he’s grateful and he missed you,” he smiled, only the corners of his lips lifting - it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know I did.”

“That’s the point. We don’t hang out anymore. Lord knows we probably all needed it. I know Dean, you never take a damn day off, and Sam, it’s been months since you’ve even gone fishing, and me? Well… I need to be around men for a damn change.”

Dean chuckled at this one. Finally. “Oh is that right?” “I love my girl friends, I do, but I swear one more mention of their drama and I might just jump into the quarry.”

Dean’s voice dipped an octave lower when he said, “Are we men enough for you?” “You’ll do.”

You felt a little familiar sensation in your belly when his voice deepened, and you realised, you had spent way too long alone and maybe being in close proximity to two Alpha males was going to send you into a horny spiral. You hoped you had excellent self control. However, you were sure the Winchesters only thought of you like a kid sister… Dean had often donned you “Kid” ever since he was a teenager, and Sam only ever hugged you sideways with his hand placed gently over your shoulder.

Clearly there was nothing to worry about.

After a few more drinks, you bid the brothers goodnight and left them to chat by the fire. Climbing into your sleeping bag in the centre of the giant king bed, you curled into a ball and quickly fell asleep.

Sam’s kiss was rough, his stubble grazing against your neck and making you moan. Dean’s body slamming into yours over and over had you keening over the edge. “Dean. Sam. Fuck.”

Dean leaned over to kiss you while Sam stroked his cock above you, twisting your nipple hard with his free hand. “So good.”

Sam was already lying on his back reading a book when Dean crawled in beside you. He had busied himself with cleaning up the campsite and ensuring the fire was dying out and wasn’t at risk of burning the place down. Dean groaned, his arms flailing to get comfortable, repeatedly hitting the side of the tent. “Will you quit it?” Sam quipped. “I’m too fuckin’ big for this small ass tent!” Sam scoffed. “Dean, my feet are dangling outside. You don’t hear me complaining.” Dean pulled a face. “Actually, you did. I was smoking out the fire and heard you whine about it.” “Oh shut up.”

As Dean finally got comfortable and laid beside you, he noted you shivering in your sleep. He reached over to feel your arm, then your forehead. “Jesus, kid, you’re freezing,” he mumbled to himself. Sam hummed in question. “She’s cold.” “Dean.”

“Yeah princess?” “Sam. Fuck.” Sam closed his book and turned toward you, looking up at his brother with a frown on his face. “Is she…” “So good.”

“She is,” Sam confirmed, blushing.

Dean chuckled and grabbed your shoulder to shake you a little. “Hey, kid, wake up.” “Hmm?” You groaned, stretching your arms above your head. “I was comfy.” “You’re cold.” You rolled your eyes. “Then get another blanket, fuck, why did you have to wake me?” “You’re too cold to warm up with just a blanket, sweetheart. Here, curl into me.” Dean. Always the protector.

Sam coughed which caused both you and Dean to look at him. “Her body will warm quicker from skin to skin contact.” Dean frowned so hard at Sam you wondered if the frown lines would be permanently etched into his skin. “Like babies?” Sam grinned. “Yeah Dean, like babies.”

Dean shrugged, and instantly lifted his henley over his head and settled back into the covers. “You don’t have to, but it’s nothin’ I haven’t seen before, princess.”

You bit your lip, contemplating your options. You had goosebumps all over your skin, and you were starting to shiver from the inside out. You knew that technically you would be fine if you didn’t take the boys up on their offer, but also didn’t want to spend the entire night shivering.

Sam put his book away and stood, quickly removing his own shirt before shuffling himself closer to you. “If you want to stay dressed, it’s fine. I’m sure we’ll be able to warm you enough.” “But… you said it’ll be quicker with skin to skin contact.” Sam nodded, but didn’t say anything.

You swallowed hard, looking at both brothers.

They had aged like fine wine.

Dean’s chest was decorated in freckles like a spray paint can had exploded, and his green eyes sparkled beneath the dim yellow lamp in the corner of the tent. He had muscles, they weren’t blatantly obvious, but you could tell he was strong by the way his pecs and biceps flexed with every movement.

When you looked at Sam, you almost drooled. He was visibly leaner but had defined muscles and abs, with chest hair a little lighter than on his head. His strong jawline almost clashed with the adorable dimple that popped when he smirked. His forearms were littered with veins, and you secretly wondered how it would feel to have his hand around your throat.

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the thought.

“Okay,” was all you said. “Okay?” Dean repeated. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to help you with your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath, which you had stripped upon coming to bed. Sleeping with bras were too uncomfortable, and in your mid 30s you had discarded the idea that two men you were comfortable with in their 40’s would care about you wearing a bra. You were shy, but not embarrassed that you were a woman.

Dean slowly lifted the shirt over your head, tossed it aside, and patted down your hair to tame the frizz, before tucking it behind your ears and smiling at you. He cupped your face in his hands, and you watched as his eyes roamed your face, licking his plump lips. When he locked eyes with you again, he paused for a moment, unmoving, and it felt sort of like time had slowed down.

You could vaguely hear Sam ruffling the blankets behind you, grumbling while he tried to get comfortable waiting for you two to lay down.

“Okay?” Dean checked again, eyes flitting between yours, hands still on your cheeks. “It’s fine, Dean,” you said, finding it in yourself to chuckle at him. It was kind of sweet, you thought, that he was so worried about crossing a boundary that he ought to check in with you multiple times. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” You huffed, using this opportunity to lay down. You decided to lay on your back initially, but your nipples stiffened as the cold washed over you, so you turned around to face Sam.

Dean moved behind you and you grunted softly when he, quite roughly, forced his pelvis behind your ass and curled around you, wrapping his arm around your midsection. You could feel his hot breath on top of your hair.

“Hi Sam,” you said softly, biting your lip. You were hoping he wouldn’t look below your face, but part of you also hoped he did.

Sam’s jaw clenched, and he gave you a quick once-over, his eyes moving so quickly you weren’t sure if he even saw anything. His mouth formed a thin line, then said, “Hi darlin’.”

You let out a soft exhale as you felt butterflies fill your tummy. Nobody had ever called you that before. Sure, Dean’s terms of endearment you were used to - kid, sweetheart, princess - he’d been saying those since you were a teenager, but Sam had never called you anything more than your name before, so it hit a new nerve. In a good way.

You knew if you told your friend that you were in this predicament, she’d tell you to suck it up and put on a brave face, make a move… any move… but you didn’t know how. You were worried they wouldn’t want to. You weren’t comfortable yet. But something from deep within told you to boldly ask, “Why are you so far away?”

Sam chuckled. “I’m sorry.” He moved toward you, his feet entangling themselves with yours, the warmth of his track pants causing goosebumps to rise over your legs. I only just shaved and now they’ll be prickly - ugh.

Sam rubbed his hand up and down your arm a few times, he had hoped it would entice enough friction to warm you up a little. He noted Dean’s arm around you, so he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands. He watched as you stared at him, eyes hooded, clearly enjoying the view of his torso. Deciding to play it safe, he grabbed your hands in his, shivering a little at how cold your hands were, and held them close to his chest. You could feel the heat emanating from his chest, now, and sighed in content.

A few minutes of quiet, and you were sure Dean was asleep. His breathing was even above you, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace against your back. Your eyes remained open, staring at how Sam rubbed your hands with his thumbs every few seconds. You glanced up at him, and he was staring at you. You instantly felt your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. “Thank you for inviting me on this trip.” “You’re welcome.” “Are you feeling warm now?” “Yeah, I’m getting there. I um…” Sam’s brow rose. “You what?” “My uh.. My chest is still a little cold.” “Oh,” he sighed.

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell,” you said, so softly you were almost sure he couldn’t hear. But the night outside was so chill, and inside the tent was so eerily quiet that he heard it… loud and clear. “If you haven’t noticed,” he started, squeezing your hands to get you to look at his face. “I don’t make it a habit of staring at your breasts.”

Ever the gentleman.

You remained silent, gnawing at your bottom lip. Sam continued. “I’m not quite as openly vulgar as my brother”

“Excuse you,” Dean grumbled from behind you. You giggled. “It’s ok. I respect the respect either way.”

Sam clenched his jaw again, pausing as if contemplating his words. “But if you need me to come closer… just say the word.” “What word,” you teased, winking at him. “Word. Word, Sam. Word. I’m cold.”

This made both brothers laugh. Sam shook his head, then shuffled closer… so close that his chest was now flush against yours, causing you to sharply inhale at how fucking warm he was against your pebbled nipples. You let out a sigh, and with it came a very, very soft moan, but you couldn’t help it… this felt amazing.

“Better?” He quipped, curling his arm beneath his head, while he used his other to gently run over your shoulder, down your arm and back up again. “Mhmm.”

Your body was curled slightly, with Dean firmly fitted against your behind, his pelvis pressing against your ass and knees behind yours. Sam’s legs entwined with yours in the front, his chest flush with yours, and given the height difference between you, his jaw was a little above yours, so you uncomfortably tilted your head up so you could smile at him. Now that your hands were free, you tucked one between your legs and used the other to gently touch his chest, feeling the soft hairs tickle your skin. He hummed.

You felt internal shivers wrack your body, which only ever happened at extreme nervousness, even though you were no longer cold. Sam didn’t know this though, so he moved even closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You still cold, darlin?” “No. Just… nervous.” “What’re you nervous about?” “I dunno.” Truthfully, you weren’t sure.

Maybe it was being so close to Sam and Dean.

Maybe it was because they were men.

Maybe it’s just ‘cause you hadn’t seen them in so long.

Or it was a combination of all of the above. “You can tell me.” His voice was a little deeper, and you felt yourself shiver again. You had this feeling that you were going to cross uncharted territory tonight, if not with both then with Sam.

“You,” you said, your heartbeat quickening. “You make me nervous.” “Oh I do?” Sam’s voice was now hoarse. Fuck that’s sexy. “What am I doing that’s making you nervous?”

Sam moved his hand from your arm to your chest, just lightly grazing your skin over your collarbone. He dipped one finger between the curves of your breasts, then back up and over to the other side, all the while staring directly into your eyes. “Is it my hands on you?” You nodded. “Want me to stop?” You shook your head. Sam clenched his jaw again. “Use your words, amor.” “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

Sam continued to drag his hand, so lightly across your skin, and as he did so, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your nose. Tilting your head up and parting your lips, you waited. His beautiful hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. You moaned softly when his large hand finally came into contact with your breast, and you arched into him as he flicked your nipple with his finger.

Sam’s upper lip curled into a snarl. You wondered what he was holding back, feeling hot all of a sudden. You exhaled harshly, wriggling out of Dean’s grasp and sitting upright. You pushed your hair back and sighed. “Fuck, it’s hot!”

Dean grunted. “What is it, princess?” His voice was slightly muffled by his face being shoved into the pillow.

Sam sat up, too, and grabbed your face with his thumb on your chin and pointer against your jawline.

Dean slowly rose to a sitting position and stared at the two of you with groggy eyes. He hoped it wasn’t just Sam who affected you, as he felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. He reached out and grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it. You responded with a squeeze of your own, still staring into Sam’s eyes.

It was fascinating… watching Sam’s resolve diminish second by torturous second. His irises somehow darkened, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, jaw ticking. He shut his eyes, breathing hard. “Sam?” His eyes snapped open. You brought his hand back up to your breast, curving it around the swell of flesh and then let go.

In a split second, Sam’s mouth was on yours. His kiss was rough, and passionate, like he wanted to breathe your air. His lips were soft, and he tasted like mint and musk. You moaned into his kiss, eagerly moving your mouth with his. The two of you only pulled away when you were desperate for air.

Turning to look at Dean, you could see his eyes were a little watery, but his face remained stone still. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked, brows knitted together. He thinks you don’t want him, too.

You couldn’t blame him. The second he’d taken your shirt off, you turned away to face Sam.

You’d spent your teen years crushing on both brothers, but it always felt the most wrong when thinking of Dean given your ten year age gap. Now you were old enough, and your age didn’t matter, but it still felt strange. Did he really think of you like that? Like somebody he wanted?

“No, I don’t, Dean.” Dean smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Stay?” You said, willing to beg him if he fought it. “Please.”

You placed a hand on his jaw, making him look at you. Feeling bold, you sat on your knees and crawled closer to him. You were eye to eye, and for a moment, you felt your shyness creep back in, and you looked at the floor. Dean used this moment to put his thick hand around your throat ever so gently to make you look at him. “Kiss me.” “W-what?” “You heard me, sweetheart. Kiss me.”

You pressed your lips against his, and already his kiss was so different to Sam’s. His lips were pillow-soft, but his kiss was gentle. He didn’t force your mouth open with his tongue like Sam had, instead kept it chaste, but the kiss felt so full of love you couldn’t pull away. Dean was the first to part his lips from yours, only to start peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw, then down your neck, where he started to suck lightly on your pulse point.

Given you were on your knees, Sam crawled up behind you, sweeping your hair slightly to the side and scrunching his hand at the base of your skull, effectively pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it there. This allowed Dean access to one side of your neck, and Sam, the other.

Sam licked, kissed and nipped along your shoulder and neck before making his way up to your ear and nibbling on your earlobe.

You felt useless with your hands dangling free in front of you and desperately felt around you to touch one of them. One hand first came in contact with Sam behind you, your elbow bent awkwardly so you could run your hand along his upper thigh and hip bone. You weren’t quite brave enough to go there yet. Your other hand held lightly onto Dean’s waist as he ravished your neck.

Your chest rapidly rose and fell, finding it suddenly so consuming.

Just as Sam dragged your earlobe gently between his teeth, you whimpered. “If you’re going to touch me,” he ground out, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Then do it -” he grabbed your hand and planted it on his crotch - “here. Ugh,” he moaned, using your hand to rub himself through his sweats. “Right there baby.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered. “Never been more sure in my life.” Sam used his hand in your hair to his advantage and tilted your head enough so he could kiss you again.

Dean used this time free from you to move to a sitting position in front of you, and began running his hands slowly down your torso, lightly grazing your breasts, causing your belly to twitch with every touch. “Turn around, princess. On all fours.” “W-what? Why?” You pulled away from Sam’s kiss and turned to Dean, brows knitted together.

This was happening. This was really happening.

“Do you trust me?” The way Dean’s lips formed a pout made your chest hurt, but not in a bad way. It hurt in a way that made you realise you did trust him… you trusted both of them… with your life. If this was how the night was going to go down, you were glad it was with them and nobody else.

But you felt nervous, still. And you were sure this was written all over your face, for Dean sat up and kissed your temple and whispered, “I got you, baby.” You nodded and followed his instructions, turning towards Sam on your hands and knees, and you felt, rather than saw Dean wriggle his way beneath you. He brought his hands up to your hips and gripped the edge of your sleep shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs, kissing your thigh a few times to ease your worries.

You balanced on your hands while Dean pulled them off your legs one by one, then looked up at Sam, who was palming himself through his pants.

“Y/N,” Dean said. “Do you want this?” “I-I think so.” “Nuh-uh,” Sam chuckled darkly. “That was a yes or no question. Do you want this? If not, say the word and we’ll all get dressed and go to sleep. But we want you to use your words, d’ya think you can do that, hm?” Sam thumbed your bottom lip, watching it bounce back into place.

Sam wondered for a split second what it would look like with your mouth full, but quickly gathered himself for your response. There was no way he was crossing this invisible line without your say so. Neither would his brother.

“Both of you want me?” “If it isn’t obvious, my cock is hard as a rock. Dean is beneath you waiting to eat you out. Of course we want you.” You laughed nervously. “Never knew you had such a dirty mouth, Sam.” Sam growled. “You have no idea.”

You took a pause to think. The Winchester brothers waited patiently, watching you with curiosity as seemingly every emotion crossed your face while you thought about this.

You wanted them. You’ve always wanted them. You were sure you were leaking through your shorts with how much. You trusted them. You loved them.

“Nothing will change?” Dean squeezed your thighs. “Not if you don’t want it to. We’re all consenting adults, Y/N. We can do as we please as long as we talk about it.” “Okay,” you said quickly. “Okay. I want this. Just… make it good, please.” Both brothers responded with a deep laugh, their chests reverberating and it almost sounded like they were purring. “I feel for you. You must’ve had some bad sex. But don’t worry, princess,” Dean said, sucking on your leg. “We’ll make it good.”

You looked up at Sam for confirmation and then nodded. Sam put his pointer finger at your mouth, teasing your lips. “D’ya want Dean to eat you out, honey? Suck on that pretty little clit and make you cum?”

You whimpered. Sam stuck his finger in your open mouth as soon as you did so. “I thought so,” he said, leaning over you. “Show me how you suck and I’ll think about rewarding you while my brother busies himself with your pussy.”

Jesus lord, Sam was filthy.

Dean wrapped his large arms around the join of your legs to your hips and urged you downwards until you were spread wide over his face. “You smell so sweet,” he murmured. “Sit.” You did as he said and spread wider until you came into contact with his face. You felt his nose dig into your folds and he began licking and sucking at your labia like a fucking starved man in the sahara desert.

You stuck your tongue out and began licking Sam’s finger, sucking it in slowly and wrapping your lips around it. He pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in… he continued to repeat this over and over, ‘til he decided to push it further and tickle your gag reflex at the back of your throat.

You didn’t even react.

Sam’s eyes widened in desire, his upper lip curling into a snarl. “Oh, precious girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

You jolted with surprise as you felt Dean wrap his lips around your clit and began sucking. “Woah,” you said, rolling your hips a little. “That’s… so good.” “Yeah?” Sam said, eyes twinkling. “Better than your dream?” “My… dream?” Oh god, they heard you. Sam hummed, and you watched as he started to push his pants down, just enough to free his cock. He was huge. Bigger than you’d ever had… ever seen.

“How…” “Oh it’ll fit,” he said, gripping the base of his cock roughly.

Dean’s tongue began flicking back and forth over your swollen clit, and you jerked upright. Sam used this momentum to grab your hair and scrunch, so your hands went straight to his thighs. Your hips were rolling, and you could feel yourself dripping as you clenched down on nothing. Dean’s mouth was ravishing you and you were struggling to ground yourself.

“Open.”

You did as you were told and opened, eyes closing on instinct as Sam pushed the head of his cock into your awaiting mouth. He was a little salty, but delicious nonetheless, and you began sucking him in earnest, hollowing out your cheeks with each pull of him. Sam pulled harder on your hair and started thrusting in and out of your mouth, causing you to curl your fingers into his thighs. You were sure you were decorating him with crescent shapes of your nails, even through his pants.

The only sounds that filled the room were your whimpers and the squelching sound as Sam pounded ruthlessly into your throat. Spit pooled out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin. Your pussy began convulsing as Dean sucked on your clit for a second time, the vibrations from his lustful moans sending you over the edge.

You moaned around Sam’s cock, moving your hands to his ass as you held onto him for dear life while your pussy dripped juices all over Dean’s face. He greedily drank it up.

Sam paused mid-thrust, and you could feel the throb of his cock down your throat.

Sam growled loudly and pulled out. “Fuck! Almost came down your throat.” “Why didn’t you?” Your voice was hoarse and barely recognisable. “I refuse to do it until I've felt your pussy.”

Dean surfaced for air, wiping his face and grinning like a mad man.

Dean then surprised you by gripping your hips and smoothly flipping you til you were on your back. You squealed out as your back landed on the pillows and blankets with a soft thud. “Dean!” Dean was giggling, licking his lips. The way he stared down at you with an equal measure of lust and love was enough to ease your nerves about how this was going to continue. “God, you’re incredible,” he whispered, crawling up your body to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. It wasn’t bad, although not your favourite, but you knew it would turn him on, so you grabbed his face between both hands and kissed him deeper, eliciting a moan from deep within his chest.

When you both pulled away, Sam whined. “If you two are done mackin’ on each other, I’d like to get on with it.” “Aw, is Sammy tired?” Dean teased. Sam scowled. “I think Sam gets a little grumpy when he’s denied what he wants.” “That’s an understatement, baby girl,” Sam said, quickly maneuvering himself to sit between your legs.

Sam had lost his pants somewhere between Dean flipping you and then you kissing him, so he was more than ready to have his way with you.

This time, Dean was at your head and Sam at your lap. Sam lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, practically bending you in half and exposing your pussy to him. He rubbed small circles over your hipbone and turned his voice to a whisper and asked, “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sam.” “Words, baby.” “Fuck me,” you said, feeling yourself throb at the anticipation. You were getting impatient. “Please.”

Sam began rubbing his cock head through your folds, pressing harder each time into your over-sensitive clit and watching you writhe beneath him.

Dean was lying on an angle, allowing you to rest your head on one of his muscular thighs, and at the right angle, you could still suck or play with his cock. It wasn’t the easiest, but it was still possible. You turned your head and kissed the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum, then licked your lips. He was sweeter than Sam, and almost had a candy-like taste. Must be all the apple pies he consumed. “Oh,” he said, so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

Sam used this moment of your distraction to push the head of his cock inside you, and you let out a long, drawn out moan as he stretched you. You had never felt this stretch before. Although you were sure Dean would stretch you more, given how thick he was compared to his brother. Both men were well-endowed and blissfully blessed.

Sam’s mouth opened and he purred as his hips moved forward slowly. You could feel every single ridge of his dick inside you, and you were sure he felt the same. He took his time pulling his cock out, then back in, just like he did with your mouth earlier. You were almost positive your pussy was in for some onslaught soon.

Now that you were well adjusted, you turned your attention back to Dean. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, you marvelled at the veins all around him, how warm he felt and how amazing it was to feel him in your hand. You brought your mouth closer and kissed the tip again, letting out a soft moan.

“Oh, Y/N,” Dean said. “More.”

You opened your mouth and took him in a little further, swirling your tongue around and tasting every inch. You took your time, making sure every single inch of his cock was covered in your spit before you took him to the back of your throat.

Dean began to whimper.

“Fuck, oh, baby. Yeah, that’s it. Right there, right there, mmm,” he growled a little, and you watched his hands clench and unclench by his sides. He wasn’t rough like Sam, but Sam was enjoying how much Dean’s vocality was making your pussy wet.

“You like hearing him, huh? Your pussy is fucking soaking, darlin’, just taking me so well,” Sam said, but truthfully his words went a little over your head. You moaned with every thrust inside you, but your stomach fluttered every time Dean made noise.

Both men were vocal in totally different ways and you were fucking living for it.

You paired your mouth with your hand and twisted up and down in a rotating motion. “Baby, baby, fuck, fuck, I’m… yeah, that’s it, that’s so good baby, so good. I love your mouth, such a pretty mouth, hmmmm, baby, fuck. I’m not gonna finish yet… I can’t finish yet… uh…. Fuck… fuck…..”

You pulled off him with a hard pop and began jerking him off quickly. Dean’s head fell back and whimpered. Sam began thrusting harder into you, your hips smacking together loudly. “Make him cum, Y/N, I wanna watch how clever you are with just your hand,” Sam said, finding your clit with his hand and flicking it softly at just the right spot.

“I know that feels good, Dean,” you said, nervously trying your hand at dirty talk. You weren’t sure if it would help, but you were trying not to cum yourself and needed that short distraction to stop yourself from going over the edge just yet. “Show me how good it feels and cum on my tits.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a mess. “Yeah.”

Your hand was starting to cramp up, but Dean quickly hunched over a little and began choking back a sob, and you felt the base of his cock start to throb in your hand. You twisted your hand quicker, rougher around the head and watched him fall apart in your hand.

Dean let out a drawn out moan as he painted your tits with rope after rope of pearly white cum, the spurts coming out so quick you couldn’t predict where they went. By the sixth one, your entire chest was covered, with it also dripping down your hand. You greedily licked it off your wrist and hand and smiled at him.

“Such a good girl,” Sam said, chuckling as his brother collapsed on the tent floor, exhausted and spent. “Now it’s my turn. Think you can help me?” “I dunno,” you said, feeling a little exhausted yourself. “I just need you to do one little thing for me,” he said, and his voice was taunting and laced with lust. He continued rubbing your clit slowly, softly, the little spot right above it so it wasn’t too sensitive. “Cum all over my dick, pretty.”

Sam moved your leg down and spread you wide, angling your hips at a different angle and rocking his hips back and forth, so damn deep he hit a new spot, and you saw stars. Your eyes slammed shut and you immediately began to cum. Shivers exploded down your spine and you screamed. You were so out of it that you didn’t notice Sam pulled out and painted your stomach with his cum until you came to thirty seconds later.

***

The three of you had managed to not get anything soiled in the tent, but quickly left the campsite, buck naked, to find the little shower around the corner, and quickly got yourselves clean.

When you woke up the following morning, Dean and Sam were already drinking coffee and listening to the radio. You wandered out, squinting at the morning light. “Morning, sleepy head. It’s 8.” You groaned. “Why so early.” They both chuckled. “It’s not early, you’re just a damn night owl.” “Yeah yeah.”

That morning, you had all decided to treat this as a fleeting moment of fun, and not dwell on what it could mean for the sake of your long friendship. Dean kissed your cheek and said, “Sure we’re ok?” “I’m sure, don’t worry about me.” “I’ll always worry about you,” he said sincerely, looking deep into your eyes. “You’re my princess.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Sam then picked you up and swung you around in a bear hug, saying he could never think of you as anything but one of his best friends.

Though both brothers agreed if anything were to happen between any of you, the other would simply respect it. But for now, it was a mutual agreement that this was just a fun night between long time friends and some alcohol.

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