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Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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Ladies With Experience

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him?

Tags: smut, first time, virgin!reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dean, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, fingering, not-so-innocent reader

Word Count: 5k

A/N: As always, thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing. Would be nowhere without you two 🥰

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“Anyways, let’s say you’re right, fine. Who would want virgins?”

You know Sam didn’t mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.

“You got me,” Dean replied with a shrug. “I prefer ladies with experience.”

And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, you’ve never had sex. But you’ve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. You’ve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. It’s not like you weren’t experienced at all . But that didn’t make Dean’s words hurt any less. You swallowed down the burger and fries from lunch that were threatening to come up, before standing up from your seat at the small motel room table.

The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“I — bathroom,” you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you.

Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Dean’s words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that you’d never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.

Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didn’t have long before one of the boys — likely Sam — would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldn’t suspect anything and turned on the faucet, splashing your tear-soaked face with cold water before using a hand towel to wipe it dry. When you emerged, the guys were packing up their duffels.

“Did you find them?” you asked, hopeful.

Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans.

“I sure as hell hope so, ‘cause if I’m about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing —”

“They’re down there, Dean,” Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadn’t let his face show it. “You coming?”

You grabbed your gun off the dresser and holstered it in reply.

Six hours later, the three of you were sweaty, panting, and splattered in blood after a close fight with dragons in the sewers. Thankfully, you hadn’t had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadn’t said a word to either brother since you had gone to the bathroom six hours ago, and to keep them from growing suspicious of your sudden silence, you opted to take a nap in the backseat of the Impala on the way back to the motel.

You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothers’ conversation.

“I’ll get her,” Dean said.

Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Dean’s face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat.

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

It took a moment for the feeling you had been filled with prior to your nap to come back to you, his words from earlier echoing in your head. I prefer ladies with experience . You shot him a cold glare.

“Alright. What’d I do?” he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you.

The question caught you off guard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.”

“How do you know Sam didn’t do something?”

He replied with a knowing look.

You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, “It’s nothing. Stupid.”

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urged.

You hated this. How easy he was to talk to. How you had always been able to tell him what was on your mind.

But not this . You couldn’t tell him this.

You shook your head.

“Hey,” he said softly, shifting in his seat. He was fully turned around now, reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at those green eyes. “Talk to me,” he repeated, no room for argument in his words.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You wanted to throw up. He was your best friend, and you were utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. He preferred girls with experience, and you had none. Not in the way that it mattered. And he had known that, thanks to a late-night stake-out game of Never Have I Ever .

His jaw clenched. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You briefly met his gaze. You couldn’t hold it for long.

“Was it something I said?” he prodded.

You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation.

He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.

“Do I at least get a hint?”

“Dean, I —”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve never not told me anything.”

“Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I can’t stand not talking to you.”

Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been.

“I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Because I’m making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.”

You didn’t respond.

He sighed again, defeated. “Y/N, c’mon. Please? Whatever I said, I’m sorry. I’m sure I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean that you ‘prefer girls with experience’?” you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it.

Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish.

“Thought so.” You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“No,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.”

“No, it’s not. I didn’t stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, right?”

You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.

“But for what it’s worth, I wasn’t serious. I don’t prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyone’s willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.”

“Romantic,” you quipped.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I could show you, y’know.”

You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.

“What?” you croaked.

“Well, if you’re worried about not having any experience… I just mean I’d be happy to, y’know. Show you the ropes.”

“… Of sex?” Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. You’d just never been tied up with them.

“Of whatever you want.”

“You think I want to have sex with you?” It came out harsher than you meant it to, like part of you still thought you could hide the fact that you were in love with him. Like if you just joked it off it would go away, and you wouldn’t have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart.

You didn’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“No, that’s not what I —”

You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.

“No, I — I didn’t mean it like that either.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “…So you do want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. “Uh…”

“Forget it, stupid question, you don’t have to an—”

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing you’ve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I really, really do.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Seriously?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Dean. Like you’re surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.”

He scoffed. “ Everyone , Y/N, really?”

“There are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,” you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point.

“Gross. And Becky doesn’t count as everyone.”

“Actually, Becky only writes for Sam.”

You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.

“Why do you know that?”

God dammit. “I don’t. I mean — I — like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldn’t write porn about you. Obviously.”

“Uh huh…” There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, “How much smut have you read about me?”

Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too.

“None!” you exclaimed, way too quickly.

Dean smirked. “You do really wanna have sex with me,” he remarked, like he couldn’t believe it.

“Trust me, the urge is fading by the second.”

His grin disappeared almost instantly. “Would it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?”

“Well, I don’t think about it all the —”

“Y/N.” He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core.

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Yeah, that helps.”

“Good,” he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him.

“Uh… What are you doing?” You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.

“Telling Sammy to beat it.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What!?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Just — we can just do it back here!”

He gave you a pointed look. “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.”

“Why not!?”

“Because we’re not sixteen, for one. And for two… I wanna make it special.” He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it.

“Oh my God,” you began.

“Shut up.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Shut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!”

“I have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You don’t need to make it special for me, Deano,” you teased.

“For the last time, shut your mouth, or I’m gonna shut it for you,” he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasn’t in the mood to play. No, he wanted to fuck you. Beyond that, he wanted to dominate you. And you were more than happy to submit.

You might have been a virgin physically, but mentally? Mentally, you’d probably give Dean a run for his money.

Sam didn’t answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didn’t want to make Sam uncomfortable. Or worse, give him any reason to give you the talk . Because he totally would. After trying his brother two more times, Dean decided it would be better to just get a room of your own, and you were much happier with that decision.

You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“Ladies first.”

“You mean you’re not gonna carry me over the threshold?” you joked. “Thought you wanted to make this special .”

He gave you an unamused look, and you shot back a sarcastic closed-mouth smile before you were being swept off of your feet and over his shoulder faster than you could process.

“Dean!” you squealed, as he carried you through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him before practically throwing you onto the bed.

He was hovering over you seconds later, his face a few inches from yours, and the mood shifted from playful to serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.

“If I tell you something, you promise you won’t make fun of me?” you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.

“Promise.”

“I was kinda… holding out for you.” You drew your eyes up to meet his.

“Seriously?” he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldn’t believe it.

You swallowed nervously, nodding again as you stared into those green eyes, and you hoped that this meant as much to him as it did to you. Something told you it did.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he said.

You tilted your head in question.

“About making it special for you. I know it’s like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if —”

“There’s no one better for me, you idiot.” And you almost told him everything. That you’ve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobby’s, back when you were just kids. That everything felt like it led up to this moment. That you wanted him to fuck you and make love to you all at once. That you didn’t want this to be the only time he did. But instead, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like it could have powered an entire country’s electric grid.

He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips — it wasn’t sexy. It was hungry. Starved, more like. Like he had been thinking about kissing you just as long as you had been thinking about him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down towards your denim-covered core, down until you felt the hardness underneath his jeans pressed up against the spot where you needed him most, down until you couldn’t help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And —

“You need to stop that.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You don’t know when that happened, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, it spurred you on.

You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Winchester?”

He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.

“I can fuck you like it’s your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.”

“And how’s that?”

He took a shaky breath, like he was actually having a hard time controlling himself. You felt a sense of pride shoot through you at that.

“Like the fucking brat you are.”

You almost came from that alone.

Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they don’t have kinks. That they don’t watch porn. That they don’t have a plethora of sex toys in their nightstand. That they sit and crochet in their convent dorm room all day. Sure, you were years past the age when girls typically lose their virginity, but you were no saint. In fact, you enjoyed being quite the opposite. And you enjoyed being put in your place.

“Do your worst.”

It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you could’ve been part of a quick change act. He muttered something about a light system as he took off your clothes, and you nodded in a way that let him know that you already knew how all of that worked.

When you were down to just a black lace bra and panties, he paused as his fingers hooked under your waistband. He stared at you, his expression serious, and you knew that he was going to give you one more warning. One more opportunity to say, “Actually, I’d like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.” But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

You rolled your eyes. “I trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. You’ve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, huffing a small laugh before pulling off your panties in one swift motion. His hands came to rest on your bare thighs as he locked his eyes with yours. “Any hard limits?”

You shook your head. “I trust you. I mean, like, don’t pee on me or —”

“Not gonna happen. But… most everything else?”

“Dean,” you began, looking at him pointedly, “I trust you. If it helps, I’ve used like, toys on myself before. And I don’t mean just a vibrator, I mean like… well, you get the gist.”

“So I don’t have to go easy on you, is what you’re saying?”

“Put me in my place,” you repeated.

“Alright,” he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, “but just so we’re clear, that’s the last order you’ll be giving tonight.”

Your throat bobbed and you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

You meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out that way. No, the title came out in a way that made his jaw clench and his eyes darken and it stoked the fire raging in your core.

Dean didn’t waste any more time talking after that, his tongue moving through your folds seconds later, drawing gasps and soft moans from your lips. You arched into him, your hands in his hair, silently begging for more. It wasn’t the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this .

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and “eating you out” didn’t come close to describing his ministrations. He was devouring you like his life depended on it, like the sounds you were making were a goddamn Zeppelin song that he wasn’t anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you — nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.

“Oh — fuck,” you gasped, and he chuckled into your sex and you had to actively think about not coming on his face and ending this whole experience early.

“You’re close,” he observed, flicking his tongue over your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, and it was so fucking hot how he just knew that. It was like he had been fucking you for years, the way he knew your body, your tells.

You nodded. “Mmhm,” you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening.

“Hold it,” he ordered.

Your eyes shot open, because it wasn’t the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldn’t. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling — fucking asshole.

“Mm — fuck — please!” you cried out.

“When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock. So hold it.”

You didn’t think you could. You had played this game with yourself and your vibrator and your self-control was majorly lacking and God his mouth and fingers felt so fucking good and you were there, the coil wound so goddamn tight, it would take nothing for you to let it snap, and then —

He stopped.

He pulled his mouth away from your core, his fingers out of your pussy, and you were writhing underneath him, because you had been right there and you needed him to be touching you again right the fuck now.

You whined.

He spanked your pussy. Not hard or anything, just enough to see if it was okay with you, and fuck, was it.

“Stop whining,” he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. “Or I’ll give you something to whine about.”

You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldn’t be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.

“Good girl.” He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you.

You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since he’d last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.

“Has anyone ever told you,” he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, “that you are very,” another kiss to the other side, “very,” one more to the middle of your chest, “impatient?” He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. “Makes me wanna take my time.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snail’s pace. You arched your back, and he let you this time, chuckling at how easy it was to make your body react. His other hand slipped underneath you, unclasping your bra in a way that reminded you that he had a lot of experience doing so, and you refused to water the seed of jealousy that had sprouted from the thought. It didn’t matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you.

He pulled your bra off and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked, and he still had 87 fucking layers on, the outermost of which was still speckled with dragon blood, and it’s not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didn’t want those clothes touching your bare skin.

“Dean?” you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.

“You okay, sweetheart? Do you want to st—”

“No! God, no. It’s just —” you sighed, exasperated. This was dumb. You were going to stop him for this? Your eyes landed on a spot of blood on the shoulder of his flannel. Yes, yes you were, because that’s gross. “It’s just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and I’m like, totally naked, and I don’t want —”

He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “I gotchya, baby.”

Baby. Baby ? You tried not to overthink the pet name as he climbed off the bed to take his clothes off, watching you the entire time. Sweetheart, you’d been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, that’s what you were to him now. His, and no one else’s. You filed the thought away under “Things to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchester”.

He was in nothing but his boxers now, his cock already hard underneath them, and you bit your lip as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid them off. And then, there he was, exactly like you’d imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasn’t any bigger than the fake one you had in your nightstand, but that one was nine inches and you could never fit it all the way in. He was perfect. All of him.

“You okay?” he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.

“Mhm,” you managed, gulping.

He was on top of you again, his forearm holding up his weight as his free hand came to grab your thigh, hooking it over his hip and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as he moved his hips, teasing you with it.

“Dean,” you breathed.

“Hm?”

“I want…” you couldn’t find it in yourself to finish your request.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You decided you liked “baby” better.

“Please.”

“I thought you wanted me to put you in your place?”

You shook your head. “N-next time. Just, please .”

His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said.

“Next time, huh?” he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his.

You rolled your eyes. He stopped moving, the smile wiped off his lips as he gripped you underneath your chin, somewhere between rough and gentle, the look on his face telling you he wasn’t messing around.

“Roll your eyes at me again, and next time I’ll really do my worst.”

You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.

“But not this time?” There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.

“Do you ever get tired of being such a brat?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Do you ever get tired of it?”

His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Hm. But not this time, right?”

“Y/N —” he warned.

“Afraid you’re gonna hurt me? Scare me? What’s really keeping you from putting me in my place… Sir?”

For the second time that night, something in him snapped. You yelped as he flipped you over and grabbed your hips, dragging them upwards so your ass was in the air and your chest was on the mattress. Four hits to your cheeks came down in quick succession, and when you reached your hand behind you to block them, it was quickly pinned to the small of your back. Three more hits followed, accompanied by a pathetic, “Ow!” from your lips.

“Color?” he questioned roughly.

“So fucking green,” you replied, dazed.

Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didn’t think there was anything better than the sting you were feeling right now. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to mark you up like this.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he commented. Five more hits.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. “You just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?” Three more.

“Mmph!” Your cries were muffled by the comforter.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.” He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, and then he was flipping you back over. He nestled himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. His expression softened as he stared into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied breathily.

He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.

“Good?” he asked.

“So fucking good.”

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when the time did come, this was how you wanted to go out.

“Harder,” you encouraged, and he obliged. “Faster.”

He was properly fucking you now. Hard and fast and dirty. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, forcing him to go deeper. His head was buried in your neck, your nails were clawing up his back, and the room was filled with moans and pants and expletives that put a sailor’s mouth to shame.

“Shit, baby,” he panted into your neck. “God damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.” He sped up his thrusts, and the bed was squeaking so much that you thought it was going to fall apart underneath you, but you were too far gone to care. He reached a hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, circling it expertly. You were on the precipice of your release in seconds. And then —

“Come. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.”

And you screamed loud enough to get both you and him kicked out of the motel if they cared enough as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, his pace only faltering moments later, right before he pulled out and painted your stomach white. It looked like a Jackson Pollock on your abdomen. Kinda hot, actually.

“You okay?” Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.

“More than,” you smiled.

He mirrored the look on your face before crawling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning his masterpiece off of your skin. When he was done, he threw it across the room, aiming for the bathroom, and it landed on the tile in front of the toilet. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, and you wanted to ask so many questions, all at once. What were you two now? How long had he been wanting this? Would there be a next time? Instead, you opted for —

“You know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.”

He snorted. “They’re half right.”

“A switch?” you asked, surprised. “Lucky me.”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry about your ass.”

You shrugged. “I was asking for it.”

“Oh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I… I dunno. It was your first time, I didn’t want to get too —”

“It was perfect, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. “Yeah.”

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samlacy · 2 months

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One Last time

Summary:

Sam’s backside was for sure a heavenly sight for Gabriel.

Warnings(?): Smut, Sabriel (SamxGabriel), Light Bondage, Crying, Gabriel is mean (teasingly)

Enjoy!!

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It was Night time and the streets were empty. The town showed no trace of disturbance and people slowly drifted into sleep.

The motel was cold as the heater was malfunctioning. Sam laid his stomach on the bed as he shut his eyes, not to sleep, but just to rest his eyes a little.

The books and his laptop he used to do research were on the desk, messy and open. Which means Sam was going through all kind of stress too careless of it being messy or not.

His hair was tucked behind his ears as he laid his head on-top of his crossed arms and slowly sank into the comforting silence.

Not to his notice, Gabriel just teleported into his motel a few minutes ago, to tell the man ‘Hi’ (we all know it wasn’t only that).

The view was quite the amazing one for Gabriel. Especially when it was Sam’s whole bakery on full point. Almost like a tease.

The man was still fully clothed in his loose fit jeans, the button up plaid flannel he always wore and the black belt wrapped around his tiny waist.

Gab wasted zero time as he stripped out of his jacket, throwing it over a chair and slipping out of his shoes to not dirty the wood floor any more.

He walked up to the half asleep man, as his knee dipped onto the bed, followed by the other knee. Sam’s legs were pinned down by Gab’s, as his thighs were squeezing together, adding more fat to the already big area.

“Sam, you know it’s not very nice to tease me like this”, Gabriel finally spoke up as he straddled Sam by his words and his filthy hands all over the man’s ass.

He turned his head back to look at Gabriel, only to see the archangels hands and eyes inspecting his thighs up to his clothed ass.

“Well, it isn’t very nice to lurk up behind someone and then proceed to sexually assault them either”, Sam grabbed Gabriel’s one arm in a warning.

The archangel snatched his arm away as he took Sam’s wrists and pinned them on his back.

His other hand still stroking Sam’s thigh up and down before going up to the belt, snatching it off and then proceeding to tie Sam’s hands together.

“It’s not assault, if you’re secretly begging for me to touch you, Sammy”, Gabriel leaned down, his clothed cock rubbing onto Sam as his lips were caressing the half-demon’s neck with soft kisses.

The boy left a whine as he breathe hard into the cold air that was hurting his lungs slowly.

“Don’t”, Sam tries to talk, but the cock rubbing onto his ass, as it helps his own clothed cock rub onto his jeans, is not really helping.

“What, Sammy? Wanna tell me something?” The archangel wraps his hands around Sam’s waist as he riles them up to lift the man’s flannel up.

He was inspecting Sam’s moles on his back as it decorated perfectly on his tan skin. And Gabriel’s pale veiny hands caressing them was just enough to almost make him combust.

“Don’t, ah, call me that”, Sam manages to get out, though it sounded more like a whine than a threat.

Gabriel chuckles into his ear,

“You know, I don’t take orders from a pathetic human like you”, he bites onto the man’s neck as it gets a screech out of Sam, “especially if you are being so bratty to me, today. Was work stressful, Sammy?”

Sam buried his face into the pillows as he endures Gabriel having a deadly grip on his hips now, lifting them up so Sam gets on his knees while his head is pressed onto the pillows.

His hands now wander to rip the flannel off, noting to buy Sam a new one after this, can’t promise that he will remember though.

“That was my favorite one!” Sam whines as he muffles himself onto the pillow under him, deciding to ignore Gabriel completely now. Well if it works.

Gabriel mumbles under his breathe, clearly mocking Sam and moves onto pulling the man’s jeans off with his underwear. The hard cock slapped onto the man’s stomach as pre-cum was leaking.

Every single clothing that was on Sam was now on the hard wooden floor. Forgotten.

The archangel hugged him from behind as he trailed kisses down his back and up again. As he trailed down again, he was leaving kisses on Sam’s spread inner thighs, which made the half human shiver and his cock twitch.

With a harsh force, Gabriel grabbed his cheeks and spread them to show the man’s tight pink hole.

It was clenching around nothing as it was begging for at least anything inside. So Gabriel rubbed a thumb on it, as it got sucked in slightly, eagerly.

With no waiting he licked over Sam’s hole and insert his tongue right in without any warning. Sam tries to squirm away as it is “disgusting” and shouldn’t be done, especially by an angel.

Yet the grip was deathly onto him, stopping his movements and stilling the man in his place.

He was already a whining and whimpering mess under Gabriel’s touch which was as pleased to his imagination.

“Stop, that is weird-“, he got cut off by a harsh smack on his asscheek, as he gasped for air and just let go.

Sam moaned into his touch and started enjoying the sensation of the outside and inside of his hole.

Drool was leaving his mouth onto the pillow which he could care less about. In the moment he felt an immaculate pleasure wash over him, causing to him almost coming right and there.

And suddenly it disappeared.

Gabriel pulled out and let go of Sam completely. Another smack was this time left on the other cheek as the archangel snickers.

“Well, what is the fun in that if you already come? I still wanna use you in plenty of ways”, Gabriel confesses with a followed chuckle as he turns Sam around before moving onto the man’s chest, not completely sitting on it.

He zips down his jeans and pulls his underwear a little off so his hard cock comes out. It hits Sam right in the face as it lays on his lips. It was nothing like Sam imagined, Gabriel’s cock was thicker than he thought. He didn’t know how it would really fit into his mouth without his jaw aching after.

“Come on, suck it, Sammy”, he purrs as he lines it up to Sam’s pink lips and slightly shoves in. Sam let’s him by opening his mouth and takes the half of it in his mouth.

When Gabriel tried to go deeper, he started shaking his head as he was almost choking.

The archangel didn’t quite like it as he grabbed Sam by the hair and shoved the whole thing down his throat, followed with harsh thrusts into it.

“What a bitch”, Gabriel whispers as he lets a groan right after.

Sam’s mouth was warm and the gagging sounds left vibrations on his cock, which just made it closer for him to finish.

The lewd sounds and movements were getting Sam’s mind dizzy as it overwhelmed him by a little.

Gabriel seemed to quite like the show that was going on since he thrusted one more time before pulling out, letting go of Sam’s hair and watching Sam pant for air like crazy.

Sam coughed a little as he caught his breath. The scene in front of Gabriel was amazing. Sam’s long newly washed hair was sticking onto his forehead as tears built up on the corner of his eyes and lips were chapped.

He was a total mess and Gabriel loved it.

Moving on, Gabriel went off him and positioned himself between Sam’s legs as he inspected the wet hole of the man.

“Since you have been a bitch all day, might as well go in without preparation, right? You’re too much of a slut to not enjoy it anyway, Sammy”, Gabriel says with a smug smile on his face that pissed Sam off, but was a reason he loved him so much.

“No, please”, Sam breathes out with tears decorating his tired out face.

Gabriel’s heart hurt at the view as he sighed and rubbed the man’s thigh up and down.

“Fine, baby, tell me whenever it gets too much, okay?”, Gabriel reassures Sam as he kisses his inner thighs before gently sliding his index finger in.

Sam arches his back off the bed and melts into the slow and soft thrusts that entered his body.

“I love you, Iloveyou, Iloveyou—“, Sam whined out as tears kept spilling, but in a relieved way.

Gabriel shushed him as he now kissed Sam’s stomach before entering another and another finger. Now thrusting three fingers in and out of his lover while having the man sob so prettily under his touch.

Wondering how much more he could make him cry by inserting his cock.

When he thought Sam was ready, he pulled out, wiping his fingers on the sheets as he grabbed his dick to line it up at Sam’s hole.

“Im gonna put it in now, baby”, Gabriel whispered as he leaned in while his other hand was inserting it slowly.

Sam was whimpering as it was going in inch by inch until it was completely in his body.

His eyes were shut completely with dry tears on them. It didn’t last long because Gabriel chuckled deep as he caressed the lower part of his stomach. Which made Sam shoot his eyes open as it sent an odd pleasure through his body.

“Look, Sammy, I’m making your stomach bulge just by my cock”

It was Gabriel’s cock hitting his stomach from the inside. Sam’s eyes widened as he moaned erotic when Gab started moving quite fast inside him now.

His arms were on each side of Sam’s chest as he started fucking into the boy in an animalistic pace, making the bed shake.

Sam was now also shaking and moaning loudly. It kept hitting his sweet spot over and over just as if it knew the path there out of the back of his hand.

Gabriel leaned down to hug Sam while licking over his nipples, double penetrating him like it’s nothing.

He still had the smug face on him while it, looking up at Sam, which he got a glare back.

Sam wished he could smack that smile right off his face.

And there it was, the next moment sam knew, he started shooting white stuff out of his cock while he was shivering like crazy. He never had an orgasm like this.

Gabriel followed up by filling Sam up from the inside, his seed painting the man’s walls white and warm.

They stood like that, Gabriel hugging Sam, not pulling out as Sam’s cum was painting his stomach.

It was gross, but Sam liked the odd comfort of it.

While laying, Gab took Sam’s belt around his wrists off and threw it on the floor as he sat up, to pull out.

After he pulled out he tried to stand up, but Sam grabbed his arm in time. His face was fucked, but so hot.

“Just stay, let’s rest, please”, Sam begged with the puppy eyes he always used.

And Gabriel was a fool to fall into them.

A love fool.

“Okay, Sammy”, Gabriel smiled as he leaned back down, but this time turned to the side so Sam was laying on his arm, buried in Gab’s chest.

“I love you, too, Sammy”, Gabriel whispers since he couldn’t before.

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Masterlist & Intro

HELLO!! My name is ila (for short, ilan also works idc tbh^^)

I am a HUGE reader and part time writer :)

I highly suggest to check the tags before reading my fics because I mostly write angst with a side of smut

REQUESTS : OPEN

Im multifandom, which means I write about marvel, supernatural, csm, etc.!!

I write ships AND x readers, just request!!

Okay enough about me, here is the masterlist

MARVEL

**ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

- Hobie Brown

• Sunsets at the beach (red dots I fell inlove with)

Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

• Your Only Flaw Is That You‘re Flawless

Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader

• False pleasure (I will be good for you)

Semi-Angst & Smut/ x reader

• Hot Man

Drabble / x reader

• Apron

Fluff / x reader

**AVENGERS

- Steve Rogers

• Love Me, Touch me (be the first who ever did)

Smut / Virgin!Reader

• Tall Baby

Smut / x reader

• Thighs

Smut / x reader

- Tony Stark

• …

ORIGINAL WORK

- MLM (men love men)

• Don’t Leave Me Here (Shivering In The Disappearance Of Your Warmth)

Angst / slight smut

SUPERNATURAL

- Castiel

• Let me go, I’m starving

Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst

- Sam Winchester

• Let me go, I’m starving

Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst

• One Last Time

Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut

- Dean Winchester

• …

- Gabriel

• One Last Time

Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut

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Let me go, I’m starving

my first SPN as well as Ship fanfiction on here

I hope you like it :)) And Im sorry for the long ass hiatus…

Happy new years??

PLUS check out my ao3 Samlacy, I post on there!!

Summary:

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

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The book slammed down on the floor by a strong force, hitting the wood, hard enough to make a noise that notified the whole apartment (if there was anyone), Sam was seriously pissed off.

Cas looked up from his palms to Sam sitting on the hotel chair, his laptop on the desk and some book on the floor.

His hands were gripping his hair, giving the impression he could pull out his long hair-strands right out of his head.

Which was not a pleasure to Cas, since he loved Sam’s silky, straight and long for a man hair.

Cas hopped off the Hotel bed and walked up to the book on the floor. He picks it up and puts it, gently, back on the desk, still keeping his hand on it while his eyes focused on the stressed individual.

Sam noticed the book with the hand on it and looked up to, expectedly, see Castiel.

Not that it was a bad thing that he was here the whole time he was tearing himself up about this case, but the fact that he had such a harsh expression on his face that it didn’t quite fit in either the angry or disappointed category.

“I’m sorry”, slipped out of Sam’s mouth, with no control. Why was he sorry? He didn’t hurt the Angel in any kind of way, did he?

“You’re good”, Castiel whisper-says as he took the hand off the book and instead pulled the other chair back to sit right across Sam.

The silence filled and Sam decided to just keep working and try to find at least something, anything on the Web. Although

Cas eyes were piercing through his head and he felt it.

The angel once again had a worry or suspicion on Sam, and he was oh-so-curious to know what it is now.

Its almost like Castiel always is suspicious of him!

But this time, Sam felt the mood shift a little as soon as Cas sighed and leaned back into his seat.

Sam’s heart was beating in his chest, just like it always did when him and Cas were somehow alone or he had an interaction with the angel.

He doesn’t know if it was a demon instinct or that he had a big fat “teenage” crush on the so called angel.

Sam will rather go with option one.

Or neither, if possible.

Its not like Sam wants to feel this way, especially when Cas is his brothers best friend (and maybe almost boyfriend). He honestly doesn’t know, but he does notice the tension between those two.

The way Dean gets soft to Cas, like he never was to Sam, it is quite the scene.

He can honestly just hope for those feelings to disappear completely one day, its not like Cas would love him anyway.

“How long are you gonna keep this up, Samuel?” Cas breathes out, hinting a bit of exhaustion in his voice, looking straight at Sam.

Sam’s eyes widen immediately as his shallow yet uncoordinated breathing followed up. He tried calming down, tried making it less obvious that he could go crazy any minute.

With as much calmness he can get to in the moment, he asks shakily, “What do you mean, keep up what?”

Slam.

Castiel slammed the laptop shut and was stood. Sams eyes were even more widened than before and had a hint of blush on his face, maybe also some reaction down there.

The Angel had a stern yet soft expression on his face as if he was genuinely sick, fed up of whatever Sam was doing.

The silence couldn’t be even more noisy after the slam, as it was exposing Sam’s shaky, caught off guard breathing.

Their eye contact was long and deep, as if Castiel could burn right through them any moment.

Ironically.

As it took long enough for Castiel to realize that this length of the pause was getting awkward and intense, he coughed and backed off, by standing straight in front of Sam.

He fixed his coat up a little before speaking, “You know. The avoiding of me, an angel, in your presence or maybe the lack of attention, even words, to me. Why is that?”

If Sam wasn’t nervous enough before, he might’ve hit the limit right now. His hands starting shaking as no words left his mouth, as if he froze in place.

What could he possibly reply to that?

Castiel got out of the way of the desk and walked to Sam’s side to cup the man by his cheek and turn his head to face him, the hand moving down to hold his chin up.

Sam’s lips turned dry and eyes were fixated on Castiel’s, blue like the Atlantic, eyes.

“I..”, Sam manages to get out, however didn’t help his case.

“Hm, tell me, Sam. What is up with the ignorance?”

Sam’s cheek heated up like crazy. His heart was basically already out of his chest beating like crazy. He managed to lick his lips and gulp down.

“Nothing, it’s nothing”, he breathed out trying to get out of Castiel’s grip, before he felt the tight squeeze and couldn’t move a bit.

Castiel sighed as he slightly loosen the grip, as to not hurt the man.

“You know that’s not true, Sammy”, the nickname made Sam’s head spin, do stuff to him.

‘Please, keep calling me that’ is what he wants to say, but how could he? It would only ruin everything that he tried so hard to build up between them.

Every single answer would ruin their friendship, relationship.

Why now, why exactly at the time he doesn’t know what to do?

“Do you like me, Samuel?”

Silence.

Dead silence.

No, no, no, no, no. Don’t call me that. Please, please, please! Please just everything, but not that.

How is he supposed to answer that? Was it even really a choice at the moment to answer or not.

Im your Sammy, so please call me that, please.

Cas let go of Sam’s face as he turned his head to the side and proceeds to walk out the room while mumbling a ‘whatever. It was a stupid question.’

“Yes”, was all he had to hear for Cas to turn back and freeze at where he stood before, in front of the (to the side turned) sitting boy.

“What?”

breathe.

“Yes, I do. I like you”, Sam felt a hole in his stomach, scared shitless of the possibilities of Cas’ reaction right after he finishes talking, “Hell, I like you so much that I always start shaking, gasping for air and stutter like a teenage girl saying ‘hi‘ to her hallway crush for the first time.”

Corny, but worth it.

Yet again a silence that got broken off by a calm soft voice.

Not the good kind, but maybe curiosity.

“Are you not ashamed of how dean might react to this intimacy of ours? Your feelings towards me might really damage the relationship between you and your brother”, Cas talks in his yet always wise voice.

“It’s damaged enough, what do you want me to do? I just love you, I can’t control it”, Sam gasps out, tears threatening to fall as shame fulfills that pit in his stomach.

But yet, for fucked up reasons, his cock was hard in his jeans, with no shame.

Which seems like Castiel noticed it and had zero shame as well to ask.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words, looking up at him with teared up eyes and a shaking bottom lip,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

And he complied.

No other words exchanged as Cas took Sam by his wrist and dragged him to the bed, gently pushing him down so he lays flat down.

Sam was ashamed enough to move anyway. So he just watched Castiel unzip his jeans to reach to the hardened cock with underwear covering it.

Cas pulled Sam’s jeans off for him and let it drop onto the floor as he positioned himself on the bed, between his legs.

His hands rid up Sam’s shirt, slowly lifting it up until above his chest, which his fingers caressed over his nipples.

Sam never knew he would be this sensitive to Castiel’s touch as whimpers left his mouth with no control.

Cas was gentle with his expressions, yet his fingers were pinching and abusing his nipples.

He decides to lean down and wrap his lips around Sam‘s left nipple, his right hand on Sam‘s right nipple.

His tongue licked over the nipple, wetting it while looking up at Sam. The sight was immaculate enough to almost make Sam come in his underwear right there.

Fuck, Cas was a complete tease.

“Please, Cas, please, please, please—“,

Sam groans when Cas bites down and then let’s go to suck on them, as a way to sooth them.

Now tears of pleasure instead of shame were spilling from Sam’s eyes as he slowly put his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, gently gripping onto them for support.

The shirt was creasing under Sam‘s touch before Cas decided to let go of boy‘s body whole, only forcing the shirt off of him.

Now Sam was completely naked (apart from the boxers) in front of Cas while Cas just took of his upper body clothes, only unzipping his jeans and letting his lower part stay clothed.

Sam was desperate to see the Angel clothes free, as he slowly caressed his hands down to the cock of the man.

But before he could imagine anything further, Cas slid his hands in Sam‘s underwear, cupping his ass cheeks before he leans down to kiss the man.

Sam wraps his arms and legs around Cas as he melts into the oddly gentle kiss, mouth wet all over.

Cas gives the boy‘s ass a squeeze before one finger was teasing his hole. Sam gasped silently as it was sudden of Cas pushing in a whole finger, his walls hugging tightly on the dry finger.

It was burning, it did not feel good at all.

But Sam couldn’t get the words out as he really didn’t want to miss this chance.

His only chance of ever having this with Cas before he watches him run to his brother, Dean, and possibly even get together.

It’s not fair! He loved Cas first, he always loved Cas more, but why did the angel have to go and like Dean? Someone who denies his sexuality with all his strength just to go to some bar and drink his brains out.

Cas broke the kiss as he slowly went down Sam‘s neck leaving a peck before sitting straight, so he can pull Sam‘s underwear off and finger him normally. Quickly demanding Sam to suck a little on his fingers, taking them back immediately after.

The cold breeze hit Sam‘s cock and hole as he shivered. He sat his ass back down as he lifted it before to let Cas take his underwear down.

His legs were spread wide, his hands sneaking to his thighs, holding them open.

Cas had a small glitter in his eyes as he leaned down to nip at Sam‘s inner thigh, his index finger teasing his way into his hole.

Sam whimpered, his chest rising before dropping again when Cas‘ lips left his thigh alone and instead kissed his lower abdomen.

That one finger turned into two and then directly to three as he thrusted in and out. Sam‘s hands gripped for the sheets as he huffed fast.

Cas was still struggling with understanding some humans cant go as fast or have the stamina an angel does. But Sam is slowly trying to learn to last longer, so its a good challenge.

“Cas, please I need you in me. please—“, Sam gasped when he felt the fullness leave and get replaced with emptyness.

Cas still had the calm, straight face he always had around anyone, except dean of course. Always dean.

It broke Sam, he doesnt know why, but the angel just seeing him like any other person broke him. It really did.

Sometimes he might’ve caught himself wishing he was Dean.

Cas pulls his underwear under his balls, as he strokes his desperate hardening cock.

“Im going to enter now”, Cas warns as he slowly pushes in with a groan, stretching out Sam.

Sam’s vision went blurry, he felt the Angel already move before he could realize it any further.

Castiels hands were on his hips, holding tightly as he pounded into Sam with full force, showing no mercy, hitting the man’s prostate every time.

He begged for his release, by each thrust groans and whimpers slipping from each other as Sam’s cock slapped his own stomach.

It really didn’t take long before Sam was begging again, “Im gonna come, please Cas.”

And by that Cas wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock and started pumping to which Sam shot out, leaving out a scream.

He was shaking from the orgasm as Cas let go of his cock and pull out of the boy.

When Sam was feeling more conscious after the orgasm, he was confused as to why the Angel didn’t come yet.

He watched as Cas zipped his jeans up and threw his shirt on, neatly and not missing any buttons on his shirt.

“Why didn’t you come?” Sam took the courage to ask as he covered himself with the blanket.

Cas was done with the tie as he slowly turned to Sam, having an as confused expression as Sam.

“I did this purely for your pleasure, Sam. I was helping you out, and if we are done now, I’m going to have to leave and look for Dean”, Castiel calmly responded as he turned to the mirror, making sure his hair was in place, “Oh, and did you see my coat by any chance?”

Sam felt his world shudder into even more pieces than before. Anger and Sadness all in once taking over him.

Why couldn’t at least Castiel lie to him, tell him he loved him or just come for the shake of this!

“Just seriously go Castiel! I had it with you, just go and look for your Dean”, Sam spat as he threw the man’s coat at him. He stood up from the bed, his knees weak, but enough strength to pull his underwear on and try to fetch on some joggers and a shirt.

Cas was trying to keep up to the situation as he held Sam by his wrist, trying to get out some kind of information off the boy. Why was he throwing a tantrum?

Sam harshly waved the hand off of him as he turned to Cas with tears spilling down, a pained expression on the man’s face.

Did Cas do this to him?

“Just go, please. We are done for today”, Sam gasped as he watched the Angel take his arm back and disappear into thin air.

Sam broke into pieces as he just stood there and sobbed his eyes out to some feelingless Angel who would forget about this by the next minute.

Who didn’t even care if he had sex with Sam, he just did all those soft kisses and gentle touches to feed Sam’s pure delusions.

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samlacy · 7 months

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ATTENTION TO ALL WRITERS

attention to all writers please, there is a person on wattpad stealing peoples fanfics on here!!

Please be careful, their wattpad user is @/@Alexx__S4Nt14G0

They stole my steve rogers oneshot TALL BABY and translated it into spanish without permission.

Thanks to the user who warned me and told me abt this!!

#mcu fandom #mcu fanfiction #mcu smut #gayhot #hobie brown #hobie x reader #marking #smut #spider punk #atsv hobie #steve rogers #content warning

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Sunsets at the beach

(red dots I fell in love with)

“I wanna be yours, only yours”

Silence hit his face, not a good one.

“I can’t, I’m sorry”

Wind was swaying through the empty beach, causing small waves to move by each few seconds.

The Sun was at its lowest almost as the sky turned orange by the second.

Giggles and the splashing of waves were the only sounds to be heard.

You were running the best you could through the sand, flip flops in your hands as your towel was around your neck. The pair of swimming shorts were matching with your top. Black with red dots.

Hobie’s favorite colors. Perhaps the guy that was chasing you through the whole beach, the guy that made you laugh so much at the moment.

As you looked back at him, with no intention you tripped over something unknown and fell right on the soft sand. You were on your fours and you heard the footsteps behind you stop, the silence broken off with a loud laugh from Hobie.

You giggled with him as you turned around and sat on your butt while facing the ocean with the sun.

Hobie smiled and decided to sit right next to you, oddly close enough for you to hear his heavy breathing.

“That was quite a run, right?” you joked as you tilted your head back, eyes closed, and sighed.

The smile never left.

Hobie chuckled. His eyes drifted towards you and inspected you one by one. Up and down. You looked angelic, the most beautiful person he ever saw probably.

To his surprise you turned your head to him, catching him in the act of looking at you. Hobie looked away to his front, arms resting on his knees as he fidgeted with the towel in his hands.

Now you were the one chuckling at him as you smiled to yourself.

“Look! The sun is setting”, he mentioned, pointing his finger towards the waves.

You looked and awed at the beauty. It truly did feel unreal, like a dream. All of this felt like a dream.

“So pretty”, you muttered, lips shaping an ‘o’.

“Not as pretty as you”

Wait, what?

“What?”, you asked with widened eyes as you looked towards him.

“What?”, Hobie replied, avoiding eye contact on purpose as he fixated his eyes to the front.

“Nothing”, you mumbled and looked back to the waves, trying to ignore the fact you might have heard Hobie call you pretty.

The past minutes passed like this. Listening to waves hit the end, splashes of water, birds chirping and a few cars pass by from the road behind them.

“Did you ever come here with someone?”, You decided to ask Hobie, to ease up the tension that for some reason was there.

“No, you are the first one actually”, he admits as he forms a smile on his face.

You ‘oh’d and enjoyed the wind hitting your face, cooling your body down each second. You didn’t expect much from this hangout, ready to go home soon and then meet up Hobie again for—

“I’m saying, I like you”

—another hangout.

Did you hear that right? Like seriously? Was your tinnitus now speaking to you..

“What”, the amount of times you said that today was immaculate, but it could bother you less since you heard Hobie say something totally strange.

He gathered up his breathe, trying his best to maintain his control “I like you, genuinely. Do you feel the same?”

Do you? On a serious note, do you?

Yes, you do. But were you ready for a relationship? Absolutely not.

Communication was the hardest thing for you, not only now, always.

“No, I don’t”, it came out more harsh than you have expected it to. Were you seriously crazy? What now.

“Oh, right”, sigh “Well, it was really a nice time with you while it lasted”

You heard the way Hobie tried his best to hold back the tears from completely bursting. He still was not looking at you, even when he stood up and decided to leave.

Your body froze, you couldn’t move an inch. No words were leaving your mouth anytime soon. This all ended, only because of your choice of words.

It really did, didn’t it?

You felt wet tears roll down your cheeks with no intention to. You didn’t know why nor when it started.

But you knew it was not gonna end anytime soon.

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Your only flaw is that you’re flawless

yes the title is from a the neighborhood song bc I love them sm.

words: 2.6k

contains: pure angst, inaccurate Hobie, cheater Hobie, gender neutral!reader, feeling description, kind of manipulative Hobie, mental breakdowns, depressive state

REMEMBER THIS IS ALL FICTION, I KNOW HOBIE WOULD NEVER ACT LIKE THIS!!!

requests are open :))

One by One, rain dropped on the closed car window. Drop by drop, another tear spilled out of your eyes. Sound by Sound, your body got weaker and you felt like curling into a complete ball.

Lucky enough, there were no thunderstorms that made you shock your body every once a while. Instead of that, it was dead silent. Only the rain falling down, making a splash sound was to be heard. Followed with the sobs of your own.

The car was turned off and in parking mode. No engine working. You were sitting in the drivers seat, crying your feelings away. As if crying helped you with anything.

In the backseat were those oh-so-sweet handwritten letters from you, they were kinda creased since you had a deathly grip on them back there. An used-to-be beautiful red and pink bouquet of flowers was laying there, but it sadly was ruined by the heavy rain and some leaves dropped down on the street while you were running with heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

Why were you crying?

Joy overfilled you as the sun almost was setting, you had handwritten letters and a rose bouquet in your hands. You styled your hair and wore the fanciest clothes your lover Hobie loved.

You were absolutely excited about meeting him in the restaurant you booked a reservation for. It was a four star restaurant, which was quite expensive, but totally worth it!

The car was parked by the park in front of the restaurant, where it was hidden behind the trees.

With a heavy breath and a big smile you entered the restaurant. You walked along the long hallway before stopping by a lady behind the counter.

She seems nice, were your thoughts before spoke up to her.

“Hello, I had a reservation under the name (Your Lastname)”, The lady took a glance at you before looking back at the computer and typing something.

Your fingers were on the high counter and tapped it patiently as your eyes drifted into the beauty of the place. It was huge and had a gold & white theme.

Almost like a whole Palace.

“Here, go straight across and there will be a big door. From there on you can find your table”, she hands out a number that let you through the security, as she nods and grins.

You smile back before heading to the instruction she gave you. Since no one was there in the hallways, you decided to skip your way to the door.

Nothing wrong with letting out your inner-child, right?

You reached the door, pushing onto it to open. It was as heavy as it seemed like. With the strength you had, you went through and were fascinated by the amount of people plus how pretty it was here.

Not wasting much time, you made sure to find your table. For your luck, you found it and Hobie was sitting there. Not alone though.

There was a waitress, what you assume, hanging around him. She ran her hands all over his shoulders as she was rubbing and getting too close to his face.

At first, you thought she tried to hit on him, but Hobie would for sure push her away!

Or so you thought.

The sight was shocking, not in a good way at all.

Hobie pulled her by the necktie as he whispered into her ear and she clearly blushed and whispered back.

Hobie moved his seat back, stood up and took her with him, somewhere you don’t even want to know about.

All that happened in one singular minute.

The wine glasses on the table showed he was probably drunk and wouldn’t remember this by the next day, but they were full. Not even half empty, completely full.

You didn’t feel the tears fall down, your hands creasing the fresh letters and the shaking of your body making the leaves on the roses slowly fall down.

A voice came closer, triggering you.

“Mx, are you okay?”, it was gentle and with worry, but your heart was aching so bad.

With no words you ran out. The once heavy door seeming completely featherweight, as you pushed yourself through and ran. Just ran.

Out of the restaurant to the park, running as much as you could. The ache in your lungs getting close to the pain in your heart. Good, that was what you were going for.

You couldn’t think of doing anything else than running as fast as you could. No matter how many times you almost tripped over.

It all came to an end when rain started to pour, your car in your viewpoint and breathing was hurting.

Was your flaw of being flawless too much that Hobie had to cheat?

It felt like someone was stabbing you everywhere, multiple times with no mercy. As if someone ripped your organs out and forced you to swallow them.

Again and again.

Non-stop.

You grabbed your car keys and opened the car, before storming in and throwing the roses and letters into the backseat.

Doors slammed shut as you opened the air conditioner. One punch was enough for you to relax, but of course your car doesn’t deserve it.

It did nothing, but what did you do for him to do this?

Seriously, what have you NOT done?

Your screams and whines with full anger stopped as the tears started rolling again, unstoppable. Sob after sob, cry after cry.

You tried wriping them away with your hands, but it was useless as you only cried more and more.

Your breathing was abnormal and shakey, you couldn’t even speak if you tried to, everything was too much.

The styled hair you put some much time on and the fancy clothes you thought of wearing because Hobie liked it were all soaked. With the rain and your own tears.

You didn’t put a lot of make up on since Hobie didn’t like it, but it all was smushed making you for sure look like a drug addict.

Not much spent, you turned on the engine and drove to your apartment, which you gladly didn’t share with Hobie. Even though you two talked about moving in together for months.

I guess it was all talk and no do.

You took your shoes off as fast as you could, fast walking to your bedroom as you threw yourself on the XL twin bed. It didn’t matter anymore that everything would get wet, nothing mattered.

The uncomfortable sticky feeling of the clothes sticking on your body was quite annoying for you, so you decided to finally stand up from your depressed state and change into a pair of hoodie and joggers, with new socks.

You can shower tomorrow, right now you begged for sleep just to forget you even exist for a while. That anything exists.

If there even is a god up there, may it please be in a good mood so you can get over Hobie as quick as possible.

Multiple missed calls and messages ringed on your phone, waking you up from the comfortable state you were in, which changed into a bad aura.

With a huge annoyed sigh you opened your eyes with the slightest to check who was annoying on 9am in the morning.

Hoboo<33

Babe

Where are you?

Babyyyyy

My boo whats wrong???

*send 9:47pm

Answer me, what the fuck is wrong???

I’m coming over

open the door when I’m there

*send 8:56am

Asshole. That was the only word that went through your mind as you put your phone into ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode and left to go to the bathroom.

Usually you always ate breakfast before going to the bathroom, but this time you felt like not eating anything in the morning. The appetite wasn’t there.

The lights of the bathroom flickered before brighting up the small space and make your eyes hurt.

You splashed cold water on your face after the whole brushing teeth and mouth cleansing stuff. Even if you went to a depressive state, it did not mean you couldn’t take care of yourself.

Right when you were leaving the bathroom, a harsh knock was on the door. Not even a knock, straight up a banging sound.

As the dumbass you are, you walked to open it. Seriously did you forget the ‘don’t open the door to strangers’ rule? And to top it all you forgot that Hobie was coming over.

The so called stranger was Hobie when you opened the door by the slightest. As soon as you realized with wide eyes and made eye contact, you tried slamming the door shut on his face, just for the effort to go to waste by a harsh push from the other side.

Hobie barged in, making you let go and step back while he closed the door behind him. Not even bothering to take off his shoes.

“Leave”, were the only words you were able to let out, with a disappointing mumble voice.

“Why?” he sighed before continuing, “What did I do wrong, Why did you ignore my messages, love?”

There was that sweet raspy voice. The sweet voice you would just dream of ending with one punch, as much as it would make your heartache worse after.

None of you spoke as the silence increased. It wasn’t those romcom silence where it had something comforting in it, instead it was those ones that made you blast music to the full volume as long as it meant you wouldn’t hear the other person even breathe.

“Are you seriously crying?” this time it was obviously mockingly, enough for you to snap as you tried to push him out the apartment.

“Please, just leave. I don’t wanna do this, leave!”, your voice went high pitched at the end, shocking hobie that you snapped at him.

Your pushes didn’t make him move one inch. But after a while Hobie tried moving a little to give you the satisfaction of you actually moving him.

The hoodie wasn’t holding you warm anymore as you bursted into more tears, clearly sobbing loudly. You tried swinging your fists against his chest, instead getting held by your wrists with his cold hands equally to his cold heart. Yet they felt so comforting.

You really were a freak, huh.

He pulled you into a hug, warm enough to make you cry more and more. Breath shakey and unable to breathe almost. Eyes swollen from all the crying.

Your fists were on his chest, still trying to push away, break out of the overwhelming comfort. The unwanted comfort. Yet your body wanted it more than anything.

“Baby, tell me what happened, let me fix it, please” Hobie broke the silence as he laid his chin on top of your head. Shushing you.

“P-please.. Just leave, please”, with a sigh Hobie gave up and let go of you, clearly not wanna deal with this any further. You step one step away as you avoided eye contact.

He walked back to the door and left it slamming, with no last words. Silence again, the not so comforting silence.

You hated it the most, you would rather have kids screaming here instead of this lonely silence. Anything to make you feel alive and live life.

Were you asking for too much?

‘But isn’t that too risky?’

‘Just believe me’….

A kids show ran in front of you on the TV as you sat down and watched it with no complaints. Usually you couldn’t change it with Hobie since he is the one who can choose what to watch, but now you are alone.

Maybe forever or temporary.

Who knows? But you for sure have an assume.

You couldn’t dare touching the TV remote by a fear taking you over. You didn’t know why or what that fear was.

It was just,

there.

Same for the feelings you still have about Hobie. Anyone by now would have gotten over it and plan a revenge. But you didn’t feel like moving at all. You only ate a sandwich from a friend that was sitting in the fridge.

For the past hours you were also just sleeping as you kept going through the memories.

The time where Hobie stood in front of your doorway with your favorite candy and a bag full of your favorite sodas.

It made you so happy, fill up with joy, just the thought made you smile in your head.

Even though he threatened to leave just because you refused to have a quickie for the night.

But that wasn’t Hobie right? He would never do that!

It’s all in your head, of course it is.

Same with how yesterday you were in the restaurant all happy and joyful just to find out he was cheating on you.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding? But the grip he had on her waist as his eyes fixated on her body, and the way he dragged her to the direction of the bathroom.

Were you genuinely overreacting or was this all valid?

Please, god above, help this poor soul.

‘I love this coffee type!’

‘Seriously? I hate it!’

You were sitting in a coffee shop after 6 days of rotting at home. Till now you had no messages or ideas of how Hobie is doing.

Other than that, you finally decided to go outside and maybe look if that would help you relax and move on.

You didn’t even really know if y’all broke up, but either way you felt like, breaking up.

Just throwing him away like he did to you.

Even if it meant regretting it for a few days or weeks while your heart aches non stop.

Even if it meant having to throw out or give the stuff back he seems to give you, even though he never let you touch them or wear them.

You sighed once again before sipping on the Latte you got. It did not taste the same, it was rather, sweet? The other times when Hobie recommended it, it was spicy and kinda burned.

Whatever, it doesn’t have to do with anything.

“Please, Let me in. I just wanna talk, love”, Hobie was talking to you from outside of the door, as you stopped yourself from crying in front of it.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to snap now or later.

“Fucking leave me alone, asshole! You weren’t this nice when cheating on me. I was so happy and reserved the restaurant for us two and bought you presents. Just to see you hook up with some woman like a total slut! Fuck you”, you screamed at the top of your lungs as you fell on your knees and laid your head between your arms, almost curling into a ball.

Dead silence. As expected, it was always that uncomfortable silence that made you feel like puke all over the floor and punish yourself for being so disgusting.

“I did not know. Baby, come out. Let’s talk, I can do it good for you”, he tries once again, like always. What does he not try? Probably murder. Since you are not worth getting his hands dirty.

“Fuck off before I call the police”, you say mid sobs, trying your best to show up dominant, just to sound whiney instead.

Hobie sighs loud enough for you to hear it and just want to punch him in the head with full force. Hopefully letting him get a brain damage.

“I’m sorry, just call me when you wanna talk. This will not be my last time coming here”, he promises before disappearing into the dark alleyways of the midnight.

You were on your knees with hands on the floor holding you up straight as you cried your heart out. The heart ache was getting worse by time as you couldn’t hold in everything anymore.

Why are break ups so disgustingly hard to do?

If only you could let it slide by a snap and go on with your life. Hopefully your healing journey would go well as Hobie finally disappeared.

Ready to start a new chapter and try to be less submissive and easy to manipulate.

Your only flaw being flawless was surely a way of others finding a flaw on you.

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samlacy · 8 months

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False pleasure (I will be good for you)

A small drabble where Hobie is a big meanie and tells You that you suck at blowjobs.

contains: roleplay(?), toxic!hobie (only an act), sensetive reader, blowjob, aftercare, words of affirmation

not proof read btw

*****

The room filled with the wet and messy sounds. Your mouth producing more saliva than you ever did, the drool dripping down on the sheets.

Currently Hobie was laying in his bed, completely unbothered as he was scrolling through his phone. When you looked slightly down, there were you, sucking him off.

You did this before, but still quite couldn’t get a hand of it. You followed all the steps. Lick, suck, move teeth out of the way and bop your head.

The feeling of doing a good job suddenly left your body as you looked up only to see an annoyed Hobie throw his phone onto the sheets and sigh as he tilted his head back.

Was he feeling good or rather bad?

Bad.

For sure bad.

Might ask how you know that?

Well, let’s focus on his body language.

Usually when Hobie felt really good, he would groan and whisper small ‘fuck’s or ‘oh my god’s.

Or he would grab onto your hair and tell you how good you are doing. How much he loves you and how he likes you being his.

Only his.

No one else’s.

But in this particular moment he seemed to be displeased. His head tilted back only because of how annoyed and bored he was. Not any other reason.

Hands relaxed and not gripping the sheets, nor gripping your hair. The only things that came out of his mouth in this intense moment were huffs, sighs.

Finally, he decided to make eye contact with you.

Usually you would get excited since he also likes it when you start the eye contact, but this time he rather looked

annoyed?

irritated?

His loose hands came up to your hair, pulling you off his cock as it smacked wet on his stomach and you were forced on your fours.

“Can you do anything right, doll?” Hobie says it in a gentle, soothing voice. But that is only because he sounds like that. That had a deeper meaning to it and it hit you right in the heart.

He didn’t even say anything harsh, but you felt like a burden of not pleasing him.

He sighs once again as he forces your head down, grip still in your hair. Your cheeks hit his cock as your own drool smeared all over your cheek.

“Let me use your mouth and make it actually pleasure-able, instead of watching you act like a high-school virgin”, the same gentle, soothing voice sent a rush of comfort, but disappointment in you.

You just let him slowly make you bop on the head of his cock, as he pushed you downwards while thrusting his hips up with no warning.

His pubic hair brushed your nose as you struggled with breathing slightly, feeling lightheaded already by this. You tried to take control and move your head up a little.

But, oh, how Hobie didn’t like that as he thrusted his hips up and kept you still there as his hips kept on moving. He slammed into your mouth like a hole.

His breathing got faster and his groans were getting higher in pitch. He is so close and you just had to be patient. A few seconds of a little lost of air was something you could handle, for sure.

Only for Hobie.

There, he came down your throat, finally letting you go as you sprang your head off and started coughing.

You swallowed it all and looked at him, curious of what he is up to now.

He had a small smile on his lips, head tilted back and eyes closed. His cock was still in the free, only to get tucked by his hands into his joggers.

Hobie looked at you now, the same smile. With a different meaning.

“Come here, love. Let me love you”, you never dived into someone’s arms this fast as you crawled to him and laid on him. He held your lower back and brushed your hair back as he moved from your hair to your cheek to caress it. His big lengthy hands cupped your face and made you look at him.

“I wanna remind you once more, that all was an act. Please, do not let my words affect you, love” He whispers with the sweetest smile you could have swore that it was the best one you ever saw, “Can I kiss you?”

You mouth a ‘yes’ towards him as approval, smacking your lips with his. The kiss lasted long enough for you to feel the warmth of his whole body on your own lips running down to your whole body.

You really did love him a lot, as much as he loved you.

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samlacy · 8 months

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Don’t leave me here (shivering in the disappearance of your warmth)

these characters do not exist and are completely made up!!

following fiction contains: Angst, Male x male relationships, cheating, mentions of alcohol, pool party goes wrong, falling inlove all over again, one sexual scene but it’s short so dw, mention of sexual assault, toxic relationship, self-blaming ish

Enjoy❤️❤️

+x+

Dyson was laying down on the couch in the living room. His cheeks had dry tears on them, following with lips being dry, eyes half open and whole body still shaking since an hour ago.

You may ask, how did Dyson end up like this?

Well,

Let’s take a look, shouldn’t we?

“Oh cmon, dude. Just join us at the pool party! Look, your boyfriend will also be there”, Ken tried convincing the boy who was pissing on the other side of the door.

Ken was trying to talk with Dyson for five minutes now. The boy just wouldn’t give him an answer. That didn’t last long as Dyson let out a loud enough sigh to make Ken be glad he didn’t die there or something.

“Fine”, Dyson almost yelled out as he flushed the toilet behind “I will fucking join your silly pool party this night.”

That was enough for Ken as he triumph with joy and left the bathroom door alone, finally.

Dyson smiled slightly at the silliness of his friend, while pressing soap and washing his hands. He rubbed the wet hands on the towel that was hanging as he unlocked the door to walk out.

To his surprise, He saw a pair of feet in front of the door. He looked up and saw his boyfriend, Wart. The taller boy yelped as he went to a hug. His boyfriend hugged him right back as his hands slides down to Dyson’s ass, for support.

Dyson lets go as he has a wide smile on his face, and proceeds to kiss Wart. Only to get pushed back slightly, getting rejected to kiss his boyfriend.

Wart left Dyson confused, as he pat his shoulder before leaving to go to the kitchen where Suri and Ken were.

Dyson didn’t think much of it, since Wart was not a physical touch lover. It was only a try to kiss anyway, he could get that anytime soon.

As soon as he entered the kitchen he saw the three boys packing out the stuff Suri bought for the Party.

Alcohol bottles, sided with beer brands from germany and a few snacks like Chips and crackers.

Suri was a really nice guy.

No one even suggested him to buy stuff, he did it all by himself with his own money. Surely someone’s type.

Dyson smiled slightly as he walked up to them at the counter, checking out the stuff they bought. Sneakily throwing a chip in his mouth.

Or not so sneaky.

“Stop eating! These are for the party, you can’t finish it already”, Wart scolded Dyson, kinda in a joking way, but not quite.

Dyson just nodded slightly as he put his hands on the counter, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Let him, Wart. I bought a lot anyway, it won’t finish anytime soon”, Suri assured the stubborn boy, making Dyson shoot his head up to look at him with slight widened eyes.

Dyson grinned before looking back down at his hands. Now fidgeting again, not because of embarrassment. Just because of the joy of someone defending him.

It really feels nice, doesn’t it?

But this didn’t. Dyson felt betrayed, totally betrayed

He was sitting behind the kitchen counter with his knees on his chest, tears rolling down his face onto his clothes and the floor. His hands clenched onto the fabric of his clothes. Nose scrunched at just the thought of what he saw.

What exactly happend?

Dyson, Ken, Suri and Wart were playing a game of UNO with some other dudes in the party. When Wart finally won, he jumped in joy and laughed a lot.

Dyson thought it was the cutest thing ever to see his boyfriend like this. All smiley and giggly. Cute.

Wart stopped messing around as he sat back down and whispered to a guy next to him.

Dyson thought of it just being a plan for the guy to mess everyone else up at the game. What else could it mean when the guy smiled right after?

How wrong he was.

“I gotta take Siwon to the restroom real quick, we will be right back! Y’all can play without us”, Wart notified the group as they all nodded in understanding. Expect Dyson. He felt his brain being too loud to even focus on the game. Something was not right.

“I have to get something, play without me”, Dyson notifies everyone immediately before storming out of the garden into the house. He speed walked to the restroom, making sure not to make any noise when he was getting closer.

To his luck the door crack was open wide enough for him to see what was happening.

Oh, he should have stayed curious.

Wart was leaning onto the sink, his head thrown back as the guy from earlier was on his knees.

Sucking his boyfriend off.

Dyson’s boyfriend.

Right at that moment Dyson felt his heart get ripped out of his chest and thrown in the toilet to flush away. As if it got chewed into pieces and then thrown away.

Was he this naive?

How long has this been going on?

They seem close.

“Fuck.. you are doing so good, pup”

The nickname, the pet name, that Wart just moaned out,

Dyson was the only one that Wart called that name.

Or so he thought.

Fuck, why is he still watching?

As soon as Wart came down the boy’s throat, Dyson started moving from his frozen position to the kitchen. On his way he accidently hit a shelf, knocking a picture frame off it, glass all over the floor.

“What was that?”, the muffled voice came from the restroom and Dyson ran as fast as he could behind the kitchen counter and slided down onto the floor.

He knew that Wart properly left the bathroom to see what the noise was, only to see a knocked over picture frame on the floor.

Probably not giving a shit, just like he doesn’t give a shit about Dyson’s feelings.

Fucking jerk.

Dyson felt like killing him. Just to choke him while he punched Wart multiple times, showing what he felt as soon as he saw that scene.

That scene that was not even worth doing.

But how could he? He loves Wart way too much. His precious face was not his to destroy. He was not even worth kissing Wart this morning. How can he lay a hand on him?

Fuck men. Fuck men. Fuck men.

Those two words filled Dyson’s head as the tears started rolling down his cheeks.

Was he really worth cheating on?

What did that boy have, that Dyson didn’t. He did everything to please Wart.

Including those times where Dyson was on his knees begging for Wart to touch him all over, clearly not even wanting it, but he had to please Wart.

Or else Wart wouldn’t even think before leaving him in the snap of a finger.

All those times Wart’s hands caressed his body, slapped it, squeezed it, pushed it and more. The amount of times they groped him inappropriately. Without his will.

Dyson was too love dizzy those times, not caring what he did to him as long as he felt his presence around him, knew he was pleasing Wart and heard him talk or make any kind of noise.

He really was head over heels for a man, a man who wouldn’t even do anything for him.

The thoughts rushed through Dyson’s head fast and loud enough for the boy to start grabbing his hair while he cried more and more.

His heart was beating so fast, it felt like exploding. His breath was faster and shakier, not in a rhythm. Dyson felt the pain just taking over his body.

What could he have done for Wart to be loyal to him?

What didn’t he do?

Dyson woke up laying on a couch, the blanket what he suppose was on him, fell on the ground. Nothing warming him up anymore. As if anything did.

He felt the dry tears on his cheeks and his eyes hurting from all the crying. His shirt stretched out from the grabbing and pulling.

The window by the living room was wide open, wind storming in. It was freezing in here.

The only real question he had was, how did he end up here?

Did someone carry him here or did he drink so much yesterday that he somehow walked here and slept?

But he really doesn’t remember drinking anything except a half can of beer, the other half probably cold outside.

His eyes focused on something at the other side of the room, another couch. It was common sense that Ken had two couches in his apartment, but that one had a person on it.

He put his feet on the floor, stretching his legs to get some sense of touch before standing up and kinda getting closer to the other couch, it was dark so he really couldn’t see anything.

The floor was creaking since it was a really old wooden floor. But that sound made the person on the couch twitch out from their sleep as the head turned to Dyson. With a deep, but gentle voice, the person spoke up.

“Dyson?”, the tone was questioning and Dyson knew that voice. It was oddly familiar. But his head spinned too much already from the crying as he tried to take a step forward, he felt weak and tripped over a pillow on the floor.

The person had quite good reflexes, it seems. Because they immediately sat up and opened their arms to catch Dyson, which was successful.

As soon as Dyson got conscious, he shook his head before looking at the unknown person.

“I’m so” he cut himself off as he realized it was Suri. They were so close to each other, faces inches away from touching. Suri’s head was between Dyson’s lengthy arms. The younger’s hands were wrapped on his hips, holding Dyson steady. Those sparkly eyes looked up at the older with worry and care.

Something Dyson got lied about.

‘What are you thinking, get off already’ Dyson startled himself as he stood up straight, Suri’s hands holding his hips still, which felt oddly… good.

God, fuck off.

Dyson stepped back, hands releasing the grip as Suri didn’t cut off the eye contact, but Dyson did.

Dyson looked at his feet as arms were on his sides. No clue on what to do.

“Did you lay me down here?” Dyson asked quite shy as he still avoided the eye contact, or any physical contact.

Just how Wart always did.

Suri cleared his throat with a cough “I found you laying down on the kitchen floor and didn’t want you to get a cold. So I made you comfy here while keeping guard by sleeping here also.”

Dyson nodded. So he did this out of pity, of course. That’s normal, it’s his best friend right?

“Thank you”, he whispers, but it was loud enough for Suri to hear and shoot a smile at him right where Dyson looked at him.

He smiled back.

Dyson immediately sat back down at the couch he was sleeping in as he wrapped himself with blanket on the floor and dropped himself down to sleep.

Suri just chuckled as he also tried drifting into sleep.

Dyson felt cold when he woke up, but now he kinda warmed up. It was surely not because of the blanket, it is thin.

The way Suri just.. cared about him. The way he touched him with worry and not in a sexual way.

It lightened Dyson up and made him forget about everything at that moment.

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samlacy · 9 months

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I french kissed my screen

Hobie x Virgin!reader

He just fucks her up like he would any other grl after they get over the slow cherry popping part🤣🫦

:³

Warning/s: smut, no use of y/n, fingering, p in v, praise kink, degrading kink (if you squint)

"Its m'kay doll, just stay still, yeah? Lemme do the work" he whispered as you laid on the bed. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Your heart was racing— not only did Hobie never see you naked or touched you in any inappropriate way, no, now he was going to take your virginity. You hadn't told him yet as you were slightly shaking beneath him.

"What's goin' on in that pretty little head of yours?" You gulped as you heard him say this. His fingers traced your thighs, causing you to squirm around alot— but then his fingers went further up, until they were slightly above your clit. He smirked, pressing down on your clit as you yelped, gripping his wrists.

His smirk faltered as concern took over his face. "Sweetheart, whats wrong?"

You avoided his gaze as you spoke quietly. "I- uhm I never.."

He patiently waited for you to continue, his hands now on both of your thighs. You took a deep breath "I never had sex"

His cock immediately hardened. Fuck, to think of him being the one taking your virginity made him horny. But he decided to go slow for you. For now.

His hand came up to your face as his smirk returned. "Is that so?"

You scoffed, slapping his hand out of your face. "Hobie, just—"

His index finger pressed down on your clit again as you screamed his name, a moan following at the end. He knew exactly the effect he had you. "Has anyone ever.... touched you.. here?" He let out a toothy grin, rubbing circles on your pussy.

You blushed in embarassment, shaking your head no.

"Have you ever touched yourself down there?"

Your eyes widen as you squirmed under him again. His hands caressed your sides now.

You nodded, avoiding eye contact.

He chuckled. "So a bit experienced aren't we? Don't worry lovely, if you don't want to do it we don't have to—"

You quickly cut him off, feeling yourself getting drenched. "No please, I want to"

He smirked, going down and shoving your panties to the side. His fingers came in contact with your cunt as he gasped. "Fuck you're drenched" He gave you no time to feel embarassed as he stuck his index finger into you, moving it at a slow pace. You gripped the sheets as he finger fucked you. He moaned out a few praises as you took him so well, until eventually, he added another finger, making you moan loudly. "Such a good girl, doing so good" he muttered, moving his fingers faster, making you reach your high. But before you could cum, he pulled out, leaving you a whiny, whimpering mess. "Don't worry luv, you'll get to cum soon enough"

His hands went down to his pants, slowly zipping them open only for his cock to jump out. And fuck, it was long. You whimpered at the sight, clenching around nothing. His hands came up to your face as he forced you to look up at him. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every single bits of your mouth, leaving a long string of saliva connecting the two of you as he broke the kiss. You were so relaxed in his hands, but as you looked down to his dick again, which was soon gonna enter you, you gulped, the fear in your face was visible. He tossed your underwear somewhere in the room as he spread your legs. You whimpered, quickly closing them again.

"H-hobie its.. its not gonna- fit"

"Don't worry, shh don't worry luv" he whispered, kissing your cheek, but as he saw that it didn't help you at all, he sighed. "How 'bout you take control?"

Your head perked up as you looked at him with a questioned look.

"You can ride me, set your own pace and take me as slow as you want to— or as fast as you want to" he grinned. Your heart melted as you nodded, craddling into his lap. His dick was hard, pre-cum already leaking, leaving you drooling over him. "You gon' eyefuck me?"

You rolled your eyes, slowly positioning yourself over him as your breathing became unsteady again. You held into his shoulder as he held your waist for support. The tip of his cock touched your slit as you moaned, you couldn't help yourself but grind down slightly on it. His juice mixed with yours.

You slowly took him, his tip slightly inside you and you were a moaning mess. Hobie stayed patient, watching you was enough to make him cum. The way your eyebrows furrowed, your face having that frustrated expression. You went down a bit deeper as your sounds became louder. "Jus' like that.. yeah.. good fucking girl, so tight, so wet"

You blushed and as the bold side of you decided to show up, you slammed down on his cock, taking everything left all at once. You screamed silently, wincing at the pain, your mouth was wide open as tears perked into your eyes. Hobie was shocked, but he was proud as he grunted. "Fuck! Yeah such a good whore f'me" he moaned, slowly grinding you down. You whimpered as you bit into his shoulder, keeping you from screaming. He kissed your face, assuring you that you were okay but

the soft side of him quickly faded as you started bouncing on his cock. He roughly took your, now exposed, tits in his hands, sucking on your nipples, leaving lovebites above them. And before you knew it you were beneath him as he fucked into you. Your sounds were a mix of moans, screams and whimpers as he thrusted into you like an animal.

"Hobie! Ngh— ah!" You screamed. You were crying by now, you knew it was pathetic, but Hobie thought you were so adorable. So fuckable. He fucked you like any other whore he had fucked before.

"Fuckin' tight, shit!" He reached a deep spot in you as your pussy tightend around him even more, your walls almost choking his dick. He reached the exact spot you needed him to reach. And he knew he did. He noticed it as your face scrunched up and your moans got louder, your hips meeting his as you bucked them up.

But he also noticed the way you clenched your jaw, he was afraid you'd break it. His fingers sneaked to your mouth. "Open" he spat out, hitting your g-spot once again. You whimpered as you were fully fucked out. You obeyed and you felt two of his fingers entering your mouth and surprisingly they helped you not to crush your jaw. You moaned around his fingers as his thrusts became sloppier. He knew he had to pull out soon, cum on your stomach instead, but not long after he found you rambling out something.

His fingers left your mouth as you cried out "d-dont pull out, please, hhmp-"

The thought of his cum filling you just made his dick twitch and fill your hole right then and there. Your eyes went to the back of your skull as you screamed out loudly, gripping the bed sheets. With a loud, last scream you came all over his cock, your hips started to stutter as you went all limp.

Hobie was panting as he pulled out, watching your and his cum mix. You were on the verge of passing out, choking out his name. He held you, kissing you. "Did so well, so so well" he mumbled out a few praises as he kissed your tears away. "My good girl, took me so well on her first time. Can't wait to do more than that soon" he smirked.

He took good care of you after, making sure you felt comfortable as you drifted off to sleep.

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