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cw age gap (10 yrs), soft dom!dean, dads best friend!dean, fem!reader, piv, oral (f), mention of dean having a truck, dean watched reader grow up as he IS her dads best friend, car sex (or should i say truck..), user is in her twenties, deans in his thirties, sexual tension, barely any plot, pure smut with soft sex.
summary reader goes through a heartbreak and luckily dean was sent to help.
a/n 1K WORDS? First supernatural fanfic, starting off strong with dean.
Your dad had this.. best friend. His name was Dean. Dean winchester. Yes, that one. The man who was at least 10 years older than you, the man who helped you take your first steps. The man who watched you grow into an independent young woman. And god, it was so wrong. But, right now, none of you cared.
He found you at a bar, your father telling him that you had just gone through a nasty heartbreak, and your father knew how close you and dean were, so he sent dean to get you.
it started off with a pep talk, the one where you were told you’re better than them, simple wasn’t it? Then, the bar went empty, you had been talking with Dean for hours. The tension was high in the air, and this stupid shirt Dean wore, that showed off his muscles. The short sleeve one, showing off his biceps and all.. it just looked so good on him.
Dean felt the same, even if your makeup was smeared, he thought you looked gorgeous. And your swollen lips, he assumed were from crying, looked so tempting. And he knew he shouldn’t take advantage of you in a situation like this. But when he felt your lips press against his. He lost all sense of control.
By now, he had you in the backseat of his truck.
You started by pulling off your jacket, Dean had much, much more experience than you, and the thought of him being with other women caused a jealousy that you didn’t even know existed. But, who cares? He was on you now, and you hoped it stayed that way.
His lips attached to your pulse point, erupting a needy moan from you. You wore a simple, black tank top that showed your perky breasts just in the right way. And God, did that make Dean’s cock twitch.
You tried to take off your top, but Dean stopped you, “Let me,” He simply commented, sliding the bottom up and then pushing it over your head.
You weren’t wearing a bra.
Your breasts spilled forth, and Dean's eyes widened. “Fuck,” He groaned, his large hands splaying out over them, twisting and pinching your nipples. You grew impatient by the fact that you were half naked and Dean literally had like 5 layers of clothes on.
You attempted to pull his shirt over his head and he chuckled. You pouted at him, “You’re that needy f’ me, huh?” Dean gave you a toothy grin before tugging his shirt off and tossing it in the front seat. You nearly came at the sight. He was perfect, he looked honestly like an angel. You ran your hands down his chest. You couldn’t believe that Dean Winchester was actually in your grasp.
He tugged your shorts down with a slap to the ass, your lacy, white panties had a cute little bow at the top. Beautiful, he thought to himself.
You were so wet, there was a damp spot between your legs where your entrance resided. And Dean already knew you were Ready, but who was he to not taste you?
He moved down, looking up at you for permission, you nodded. And he then slid your panties down and licked a fat stripe from your clit to your hole. You tasted divine.
He groaned into your sex, his thumb moving up to rub your clit as his tongue probed at your hole. You squirmed above him. His free hand prying your thighs apart as he was not just eating you out, but devouring you.
“Dean.. Dean, Please. I need you inside of me, Now.” You cried, and he gave one last probe. He was now undressing himself, fully. His jeans held a large bulge, he was hard, and not just for some girl, but for you. You were the cause of his hardness.
When he slid his jeans and boxers down, your eyes widened at his size. Drool at the corner of your mouth. He was big, not uncomfortably big, but the perfect amount of big. He truly was like a god.
You whined when he slid his cock up and down your hole, threatening to push in. “PleasePleasePlease! I need y’ cock.. need you to- auh!” He pushed inside of you in one smooth motion. Filling you in ways none of the boys your age could.
He waited for you to adjust, peppering your face with kisses before he started moving. He was keeping you comfortable, what a gentleman.
When he started moving, your eyes flew to the back of your head. He filled you in ways, once again, no one else could.
His face hidden in your neck, your fingers curled in his short locks. Your face was contorted in full bliss. His thrusts, slow and deep. Just the way you wanted it. “Fuck, so deep..” you moaned, his lips attached to your neck as he moved his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. You wanted to see him, to see the man you loved.
“S-Show me.. Let me see you..” You managed to get out. And that he complied, He lifted his head up, and he was beautiful. His hair was tousled, and sweat dripped down his forehead. His mouth parted, mainly because of your tightness, and the way you felt. You felt amazing, better than any other he’s been inside of.
“I’m gonna.. fuck!” The knot snapped, and your juices ran down his shaft. When he felt you tighten. He tried so hard to not let go then and there without permission. “Can.. Can I?” He groaned, he was still inside of you. “Mhm,” You mumbled and there it was. His cock convulsed inside of you, shooting out warm spurts of his seed.
He pulled out gently, your combined juices slid from your pussy, and he groaned at the sight. He collapsed on top of you, slightly crushing you with his weight before he managed to move over. The truck, his truck reeked of sex, arousal, and silence. But not an uncomfortable silence, a good one.
“Thank you, for being here.” You smiled lazily at him, combing his sweaty hair with your fingers. He managed a smile back, “Anytime, Sweetheart.”
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if this was a movie.
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summary | your nerdy best friend is gonna make you a star.
pairing | nerd!best friend!jake jensen x reader
warnings | jakey is lowkey a perv but that's exactly how we love him. best friend!jakey except he's so down bad for reader. reader is nervous/inexperienced. filming/making porn. fingering (both holes >:^)). heavy clit focus, my beloved <3. clit slapping. squirting. praise and humiliation. so many petnames (it's jakey, duh.) me again picking a taylor title bc i have no impulse control.
word count | 1,165
an | hehe well :^) i've been thinking about nerdy bestie jakey for a while and i just thought i'd write a little something for him, i've been thinking a LOT about pornstar/director au's lately and this felt like a cute little way to enter the genre. hope you guys enjoy, please help me spread my love for jakey by reblogging!!! <3
"A-Are you sure about this, Jakey?" you ask, wide-eyed as you lean back carefully against your best friend's second-hand leather sofa. In front of you, the blonde-haired boy fiddles with his camera, trying to get the angle of the tripod just right.
Jake looks up at you through the round frames of his glasses, giving you a confident smile. "'Course I am, sweetcheeks," he promises as he finally finds a shot he likes. "Remember all those filming classes I took in high school? Looks like they're finally gonna pay off," he chuckles.
"I-I just, I don't know," you admit shyly as your friend hits record, a small red light shining to the side of the camera's wide lens. "Will people even wanna watch this sort of thing?"
Jake furrows his brow as he crouches down in front of you on the floor, reaching out a hand to rub your knee as you hug your legs up to your chest nervously. "Of course they will, cutie. You're gonna be a hit, just wait and see. Guys online will go crazy over a sweet little thing like you." He gently places a large hand over each of your knees, easing them to either side of the couch to give the camera a full view of your sheer lace panties. "These are so pretty, honey," Jake murmurs as he carefully runs a few fingers over your clothed pussy, causing heat to rise up in your cheeks as you let out a soft whimper. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Try to forget the camera's even there, yeah? S'just you and me, I got you."
You turn your head to the side, too embarrassed to watch as your best friend continues petting you lightly over the thin strip of fabric covering your most sensitive places. "Mmm," you can hear the smile in Jake's voice as he notes, "you're already getting wet, sweetheart. Look so sweet like this, doing so good for me." He focuses a single finger to rub against the small damp patch in the center of your panties. "Right there," he sighs happily as he takes his time teasing you. "What do you say, pretty girl? Should we give your adoring audience a closer look?"
His hands come up to hook under the waistline of the undies as he gently eases them off of you. Your legs instinctually close again, but he's quick to open you back up for the camera, spreading you nice and wide as your cheeks only burn more with humiliation and uncertainty. "There," Jake coos, giving the viewers the exact shot he knows they've been waiting for. "There she is, oh my," he chuckles as he drags a finger through your leaking folds, stringing out your arousal for you and everyone watching to see. "Look at how excited you are, baby. Here, why don't we just-" his voice lulls a bit as he uses both of his large hands to spread your dripping cunt further open, his mouth practically watering at the sight. "Oh honey," he murmurs. "You've been keeping this all to yourself? What a shame, s'the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."
Your muscles twitch as the man keeps you suspended in anticipation, just lightly manipulating your flesh this way and that to give the camera an array of angles and views, with all of you spread out so helplessly, of course. "Wanna make sure they can see everything, sweetie," he explains in a soothing manner as he pulls back the hood around your hardened bundle of nerves, giving the exposed head a quick few swipes with his finger. You gasp, jerking at the sudden burning pleasure. "Mhmm, just as I thought," the blonde observes aloud. "Already so sensitive, aren't you, cutie? You're very swollen down here, guess I'm not surprised."
Jake brings the pads of two of his digits down to begin circling over your drenched hole. "Easy, sweet thing. M'gonna stretch you open now, okay? Wanna let your fans see how tight this little baby pussy is." You let out a fluttering sigh as he coaxes his fingers into you. "That's it," he encourages you, "fuck, so fucking tight, pretty girl." He takes a moment with his fingers fully inserted, spreading them apart to let your viewers see your poor little hole being stretched as far as it can manage.
Once he's satisfied with the spectacle he's given, he begins working his fingers in and out of you, his pace gradually increasing as your legs fall further apart while you hum and moan softly to yourself. "Good, that's my good girl," he smiles as he surprises you by spitting down on your puckered asshole, earning a gasp from you as your knees tremble.
He begins teasing the entrance to your virgin bottom with the pad of his thumb, biting his tongue in concentration as you begin falling apart beneath his touch. "J-Jakey," you groan softly in humiliation, "please, I- oh!" Your protests are cut off by a strained whine escaping your lips, his thick digit having forced its way past the tight outer ring of your poor rosebud. "Jakey, Jakey," you whimper, your eyes rolling back on their own as your head falls to the side, the pressure in your tummy becoming more and more urgent.
"C'mon, cutie. Keep making those pretty sounds for me. You gonna be a good girl and cum for the camera?" All you can manage in response is a string of incoherent whimpers and whines. Jake chuckles almost cruelly at the pathetic state he's brought you to. "I'll take that as a yes. Almost there, baby. Here, let's help you out a little, huh?"
His free hand finds your clit, tugging back on the surrounding skin to expose the poor bundle of nerves as he again swipes mercilessly at it, reducing you nearly to tears as an unbearable tightness forms in your gut. "Please, please!" you pant, your hands scrambling to grip at the couch beneath you as you hurtle to the edge of your climax, well past the point of no return.
"Come on, sweetheart. Give us a big one," Jake cheers as you cry out in euphoria, your body convulsing violently as your orgasm tears through you. "That's it, that's my girl," Jake beams proudly as he rips his fingers out of you, smacking his drenched digits down against your poor exposed button to force you to squirt. Across your entire body, your skin is ablaze. Your high feels like it lasts for entire minutes before finally beginning to cease, tiny shocks and tingles shooting through your limbs as you float down, struggling to catch your breath.
Through half-closed lids, you can barely look out at the blonde-haired boy kneeling before you. He smiles gently, easing his fingers out of you as you let out a final set of jumbled whimpers. "That's my girl," he says again, reaching up to cup your cheek softly. "I just knew it. My girl's gonna be a star."
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