Playing With Fate
Square/s filled: "You need to get your strength back" @anyfandomkinkbingo (quote in bold) |
Pairing: Demon!Dean x F!Reader
Word count: 3,545
Summary: Y/N offers to help with the search for Dean after he becomes a demon and leaves the bunker. Her plan doesn't go the way she intended, but that didn't mean it wasn't a desired outcome.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, degradation, dubcon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), squirting, I think that's it, but lmk if I missed anything!
A/N: Please blame the s10 rewatch I was in the middle of for this. I take no responsibility for the level of horny everyone's going to be after this lmao... Also, I've done things a little differently with this one, so I hope y'all enjoy! As always thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for betaing this. Don't know where I'd be without either of you <3
What the fuck am I doing?
That was the first thought that entered Y/Nâs mind, but it was fleeting, disappearing as she looked up at Dean from her submissive position on her knees, her mouth wrapped tight around his thick girth as her hands pressed into the muscle of his bare thighs. His gaze was intense, green orbs that occasionally gave way to solid black, something she had never anticipated would arouse her the way it had from the first moment he revealed them to her. He caressed her hollowed cheeks with his thumb, his other hand in her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, taking his length deep into her throat. It soon wasnât enough for him, his grip tightening in her strands as he held her still, his pelvis smacking vigorously against her. Saliva dripped in long strings around her mouth as he chuckled, relishing in the way she choked and gagged around him, the glugging of her throat adding to the pleasurable cacophony that reached his ears.
Tears pricked her eyes as she moaned and spluttered around his shaft, her own thighs squeezing together to keep her arousal at bay for a moment. He noticed the way she squirmed, the way her flesh pressed tightly, the signs of her need obvious to him. He drew back from her throat, a harsh gasp leaving as her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she sucked in air and met his gaze.
âSpread your legs, sweetheart,â he ordered, grinning as he wiped her saliva around her lips. âWant that pussy of yours as wet as your mouth, got it?â
âY-Yes,â she stuttered, nodding weakly.
âYes what?â he growled, tugging at the roots of her hair and making her whimper.
âYes sir,â she added, staring up at him.
The smirk never left his face as he thrusted into her waiting mouth once more. Following his instruction and opening her legs, her fingers moving between them and finding her clit already lightly covered in her wetness. She moaned wantonly as she circled the swollen nub, her eyes fluttering with the euphoria that coursed through her. Not only at the feeling of her hand between her legs, but at the way he was using her, and the shame of willingly letting him fading away with every plunge of his cock into her throat.
This hadnât been the plan when she first found him. Far from it, in fact.
When Sam had called her with the location of the bar Dean had been frequenting, she had full intention of stepping in and setting him straight. He had warned her about Dean being a demon now, something that had happened several weeks before and which she chastised him for not telling her sooner. She couldâve helped and maybe with their âgeek brainsâ together, as the elder Winchester liked to call them, they couldâve found him sooner. She wished she had known; her and Dean were friends, and she hated the fact that she hadnât been there for him.
Friends were supposed to look out for each other. Especially those types of friends that were sometimes, on occasion, more than that.
Nevertheless, Sam said he would join her but she insisted on doing this alone, not listening to his protests and telling him to call her back once he had found Deanâs whereabouts.
When Y/N walked into that dive and took a seat at the bar, her eyes immediately found him. There he sat, at a table in the middle of the room, whiskey tumbler in hand. He didnât look any different to the normal Dean she knew, not even when a blonde waitress came over to him and handed him another glass, draping her arm across his broad shoulders. She shrugged it off, now wasnât the time to get jealous. She ordered herself a whiskey too, taking it and facing the room, crossing one leg over the other which allowed her denim skirt to ride up her thigh. That along with a tight, black tank top and black heeled ankle boots were her attire for the night; completely different to the usual hunter gear sheâd be wearing but she needed something to catch his eye.
And sure enough, it did.
Dean had always had a higher level of awareness thanks to being a hunter, but after becoming a demon it had become a sixth sense. A familiar energy caught his attention as soon as it stepped into the room, his head lifting up to meet Y/Nâs eyes as she stared back at him. He hadnât seen her for a while, and if she was here that meant Sam had gotten to her. He had the initial thought of sending her on her way as he stood up, but as he made his way over to her, caught the way her thighs pressed together where they were crossed, he knew he could have some fun with her.
A grin pulled at his face as he gazed down at her, seeing her perfect mouth taking his intimidating length with each thrust, and he was glad that he had been right. It had been a long time since they had been together like this, and it was clear that he hadnât taken advantage of their situation as often as he should have from the way she was working her tongue around him. She was unmistakably desperate to please him, to be with him in any way possible, even if he did have a new set of black eyes.
He had no problem exploiting that fact.
âLook so good choking on my cock, baby,â he groaned, holding her down against his pelvis.
His hand tightened in her hair once more and pulled her off his cock again, a dark chuckle escaping him as he heard her shuddering breath. Saliva hung off the edge of her chin, dripping onto the swell of her breasts, her eyes wide as she waited obediently for whatever he had planned for her next.
âStand in front of the mirror,â he instructed, glancing up at the corner of the room before looking back at her. âWant you to see yourself losing control while I fuck you.â
Y/N somehow found the strength to stand from her position on the floor, the burning in her limbs only adding to the fire that was rising within her with each staggered step towards the mirror. Her appearance reflecting back to her was already a mess; her hair tangled in certain places, saliva drying and hardening at the edges of her mouth. As she spread her legs and curled her hands on either side of the frame, Dean stepped up behind her, calloused fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her back. Their eyes briefly met in the mirror before his gaze shifted down, following the movement of his hands as they admired the curve of her ass, a groan escaping him as his thumb grazed her puckered hole down to the sticky, wet warmth of her folds. She gasped as she felt the thick digit slide back and forth, no doubt wetting his skin as her arousal grew and dripped from her sex.
âSo fucking wet,â he muttered, more to himself than to her, but he finally left his eyes and addressed her again. âReady to take my cock, arenât ya?â
Her lack of response earned her a heavy hand against the flesh of her ass, causing a yelp to escape her. Her eyes widened as they made contact with his, narrowed and glaring at her through the mirror. He had barely done anything to her and she was already overwhelmed by his actions. Her mind was caught somewhere between not knowing how much more she could take, and wanting to take everything he had to give. Now that he was a demon, she had no idea how much that was, but she was more than willing to find out.
His hand came down twice more in quick succession, making her jolt forward as she shrieked. The sting was intense but delicious as the sensation spread through her whole body, and she knew this was only the beginning.
âYou better be fucking ready for me, sweetheart. âCause I ainât holding back.â
The implication of his words was clear. He wasnât the Dean she knew anymore, and she shouldnât expect him to be.
A brief nod was all she could muster as an answer to his earlier question, and that was all he needed. He brought his thumb to his mouth, glistening with her wetness as his plump lips wrapped around it. He kept his gaze on the reflection in front of him, their eyes locked as she breathed heavily, a groan leaving him as he sucked at the digit and took hold of his shaft, rubbing it through her folds. It wasnât the first time she had seen him do that; taste her off his fingers, but it hit differently now.
Before she could register what was happening, he lined himself to her entrance and slammed into her, her walls sheathing his thickness completely as a ragged moan fell from her lips.
The sound was a harsh contrast to the soft whimper that she had tried to suppress when he sat down in front of her at the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering himself another whiskey. He turned to her, his eyes taking her in as they roamed down her frame, an eyebrow lifting in approval at her low cut top and the way her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her thigh as she sat.
âDidnât think Sammy would send someone else to do his job,â he started, sipping his whiskey once it was in front of him. âGuess heâs losing practice without me, huh?â
âHe didnât send me,â she clarified, trying to remain firm in his presence. âAnd thereâs a quick fix for that. Just come home.â
He scoffed, chuckling as he dropped his head and shook it. âNo fucking way.â
The bite and careless lilt of his laugh and words stung, but she couldnât dwell on it.
âDean, this isnât you,â she reasoned.
âOh, but it is, Y/N,â he countered, as he turned on the bar stool and leaned his forearms back on the bar, his eyes never leaving her. âItâs the new me.â
Green irises flashed to solid black, holding her gaze long enough for a fear she had never experienced before to run down her back. Along with another strange yet familiar feeling between her legs. Strange because this wasnât the time or place for it. As his eyes quickly returned to normal, Y/Nâs jaw clenched as she stared up at him.
âDean, look, you donât have any options here,â she stated, pushing her drink aside and reaching into the left pocket of her denim skirt. âYouâre coming with me back to the bunker, and Samâs gonna get to work on curing you. End of discussion.â
Dean sipped his drink as he watched her take out a pair of silver handcuffs, devilâs traps carved into them. He slowly placed his drink down as he smirked, his gaze shifting from them up to her. âI think those are gonna look better on you tonight, sweetheart.â
She rolled her eyes, but she knew they werenât as effective as usual. He was getting under her skin and they both knew it. From her other pocket, she pulled out the top of a flask as she stared up at him, waiting for him to look back at her as he glanced down.
âDonât make this harder-â she started but his sinister scoff stopped her.
His green eyes, that once held so much admiration for her, were now void of any kind of emotion as he finally looked at her. Slowly, the shift almost imperceptible, his face hovered an inch away from hers. âI thought you liked it hard, Y/N. Hard⌠fast⌠so rough you wanna feel that ache between your legs for days.â
A shuddered exhale fell from her lips, one she hadnât realized she had been holding, causing him to chuckle.
âSo how âbout you stop wastinâ your breath on this back and forth,â he continued, gesturing between them as a smirk spread across his face. âAnd admit that youâre real curious to know what itâs like to get fucked by a demon.â
Their gazes remained locked as he tested the waters; tested whether temptation would coax her into letting him corrupt her for no other reason than pleasurable amusement. He saw the way fear, guilt and thirst circled in the depths of her eyes, and he hoped it was the last of those that would win.
As Dean peered into those eyes once again, through the mirrorâs reflection, he saw all of those things give way to euphoria as he pounded deep into the tight heat between her thighs.
Y/N barely recognized the face staring back at her. Hooded eyes, her mouth agape as a string of erotic noises escaped her with every slap of his hips against the curve of her ass. He had been right. She did enjoy sex when it was harder, faster, so rough that she felt the constant throb at the apex of her thighs. The Dean she knew was well aware of that fact, and this Dean, this⌠twisted version of him was using that to his full advantage. She wasnât sure if she was willingly letting him, or if he was coercing her into this sinful act, but it was bliss.
A heavy hand slid up her back and into the strands of her hair, pulling harshly as his sweat slicked chest pressed up against her. His breath fanned over her ear and cheek as they stared at each other. A loud, lustful cry erupted from between her lips as the head of his cock drove deeper into her at this new angle, reaching places within her that hadnât been explored in a long time. A tear brimmed at the corner of her waterline, rolling down slowly as another followed from the other, her thoughts as overwhelmed as her body by everything she was feeling. He laughed in her ear, the sound wicked as it rumbled from his chest against her back, watching the tears make tracks on her face.
Dean leaned down, the tip of his tongue slipping out between his pouty lips and dragging over the skin, the tang against his taste buds making him groan. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but her core tightened within arousal from the act.
âSo fucking hot seeing you like this,â he whispered against her ear. âJust mine to use. You canât lie to me, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes, can feel it from the way youâre squeezing around me. You love my cock inside this tight, little pussy. You donât care anymore that Iâm a demon, do ya?â
Y/N couldnât remember the words she had spoken in agreement to leave the bar with him. All she could remember was his hands on her hips, pushing her up against the brick wall, rough lips fused to hers as his thumbs played at the strip of skin exposed between her top and her skirt. All she could recall was the way his fingers slipped under the hem, making her breath hitch as they danced over the flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her thong aside, moving between her folds.
He smirked into the kiss, pulling away and looking deep into her eyes. âSo wet already, sweetheart. My black eyes got somethinâ to do with this?â
âNo,â she whimpered, trying to remain defiant but she was flailing.
The amused grin he had given her in response then matched the way he was staring back at her through the mirror at that moment.
âN-no,â she moaned, a small smile playing on her lips. âI donât care anymoreâŚâ
Her words had somehow emboldened the pace of his thrusts, the scream silenced in her throat as his calloused fingers wrapped over it tight, his other hand groping at her breasts as he slammed into her. Her own hands struggled to hold herself steady against the mirror, the frame shaking from the brutal force of his hips smacking against her. Her walls clenched around his girth, causing sounds only akin to a feral animal to come from him right against the shell of her ear. Along with the loud squelch between her legs and her own choked moans, she knew it wouldnât be much longer before she fell over the edge into the deepest depths of hell with him.
No matter how heavenly it felt to have him inside her, she knew she was headed for the fiery pit for what she was doing. It was debauchery at its finest, and yet she couldnât care less.
Y/N wasnât sure when it happened. Maybe it was the short walk from the bar across the street to the motel, maybe it was when they stepped through the door, or when they stripped each other of their clothes as their kiss became as heated as their frenzied touches. Maybe it was when she fell to her knees in front of him and wondered what the fuck she was doing, allowing a demon, something she hunted on a regular basis, to invade her every thought and sensation. Even if it was a man she knew very well, it had been wrong.
But it had also never felt so right.
The familiar pull in her core had her eyes squeeze shut, but a tug from Deanâs hand in her hair had them opening again. He made her watch their sinful actions in the mirror once more, as he felt her walls like vice around him.
âSuch a good slut just for me,â he groaned, nipping her earlobe. âYouâre all mine now, right?â
The lewd moan that escaped her wasnât enough of an answer for him, as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass, causing her to shriek.
âTell me,â he growled.
âI-Iâm yours,â she finally replied, her voice sounding like a strangerâs from how hoarse it was.
âDamn right,â he grunted.
Her eyes rolled back as her air was still cut off by his heavy grip on her throat, but suddenly it dropped to grip her hips tightly with both hands, as his own began to falter with each frantic thrust. Her lungs burned as short breaths left her, moans turning into loud cries of his name as she reached that euphoric peak, her body convulsing as a stream of liquid gushed down her thigh, pushing his cock out as her wetness spurted against the mirror and dripped onto the carpeted floor. Her chest heaved as she breathed harshly, her vision blurred and unable to focus.
Dean took hold of his shaft, slicked up by her release and pumped his hand back and forth, expletives and groans falling from his parted lips as his cock pulsed in his grip. With one last tug, the veins in his neck strained as he let out a strangled grunt, his eyes flashing to solid black as ropes of his release shot over the small of her back. He grinned as he looked at her with those demon eyes she had found herself aroused by, and she smiled back slightly.
This was definitely not how tonight was supposed to go.
âFuck, that was hot,â he muttered, grabbing her by her shoulders to steady her.
âYeah,â was all she managed to push past her heavy breaths as she came down from her high.
âWell, Iâm good to go again, but,â he smirked as his eyes flashed back to green irises. âYou need to get your strength back.â
Y/N was taken aback by the concern, but she knew better than to assume it was for any other reason than needing her recharged for another round. He moved away from her, but not before smacking her ass once more as he walked away. She stumbled to the edge of the bed, still able to see herself in the mirror, her hand admiring the scratches and bruises forming along her skin. With a strangely content sigh, she fell back against the bed, unbothered by his cum sticking between her and the sheets underneath. She glanced to the side as he sat down next to her, his hand roaming over her body, fingers flicking over her nipple, making her moan softly.
âTake five, sweetheart, âcause I ainât done with you yet.â
She bit her lip as she looked away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She heard a small buzz from her phone in the pocket of skirt, but made no move to search for it on the floor. It was no doubt Sam, texting for an update on how things were going. This was definitely a unique way of laying a trap, certainly not one she was planning, but at least this way Dean would never suspect that she had him right where she wanted him this whole time.
Sheâd let Sam know where she was eventually. She just wanted to enjoy playing with her own fate a little more.
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Ladies With Experience
Paring(s):Â 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 đĽ°
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âAnyways, letâs say youâre right, fine. Who would want virgins?â
You know Sam didnât mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.
âYou got me,â Dean replied with a shrug. âI prefer ladies with experience.âÂ
And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, youâve never had sex. But youâve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. Youâve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. Itâs not like you werenât experienced at all . But that didnât make Deanâs 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.Â
The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.
âI â bathroom,â you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you.Â
Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Deanâs words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that youâd never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.
Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didnât have long before one of the boys â likely Sam â would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldnât 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.
âDid you find them?â you asked, hopeful.
Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans.Â
âI sure as hell hope so, âcause if Iâm about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing ââ
âTheyâre down there, Dean,â Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadnât let his face show it. âYou coming?â
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 hadnât had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadnât 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.Â
You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothersâ conversation.
âIâll get her,â Dean said.Â
Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside.Â
You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Deanâs face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat.Â
âMorninâ, sunshine.â
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.
âAlright. Whatâd I do?â he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you.Â
The question caught you off guard.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYou havenât said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.â
âHow do you know Sam didnât do something?â
He replied with a knowing look.
You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, âItâs nothing. Stupid.â
âCâmon, talk to me,â 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 couldnât tell him this.Â
You shook your head.Â
âHey,â 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. âTalk to me,â he repeated, no room for argument in his words.
âI canât,â 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 .Â
His jaw clenched. âYou can tell me anything, you know that.â
You briefly met his gaze. You couldnât hold it for long.Â
âWas it something I said?â he prodded.Â
You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation.Â
He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.
âDo I at least get a hint?â
âDean, I ââ
âCâmon, Y/N. Youâve never not told me anything.â
âWhy are you pushing this?â
âBecause I canât stand not talking to you.â
Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been.Â
âIâm talking to you now, arenât I?â
âBecause Iâm making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.â
You didnât respond.
He sighed again, defeated. âY/N, câmon. Please? Whatever I said, Iâm sorry. Iâm sure I didnât mean it.â
âYou didnât mean that you âprefer girls with experienceâ?â you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it.Â
Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish.Â
âThought so.â You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.
âNo,â he finally said. âI didnât mean it.â
âItâs okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.â
âNo, itâs not. I didnât stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldnât have let anything happen to you, right?âÂ
You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.
âBut for what itâs worth, I wasnât serious. I donât prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyoneâs willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.â
âRomantic,â you quipped.
A smile tugged at his lips. âI could show you, yâknow.â
You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.
âWhat?â you croaked.
âWell, if youâre worried about not having any experience⌠I just mean Iâd be happy to, yâknow. Show you the ropes.â
â⌠Of sex?â Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. Youâd just never been tied up with them.Â
âOf whatever you want.â
âYou think I want to have sex with you?â 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 wouldnât have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart.Â
You didnât miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.
âNo, thatâs not what I ââ
You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.
âNo, I â I didnât mean it like that either.â
Deanâs face morphed into one of confusion. ââŚSo you do want to have sex with me?â
Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. âUhâŚâ
âForget it, stupid question, you donât have to anââÂ
âYeah,â you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing youâve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. âYeah, I really, really do.â
Deanâs eyebrows shot up to his hairline. âSeriously?â
âOh, cut the shit, Dean. Like youâre surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.â
He scoffed. â Everyone , Y/N, really?â
âThere are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,â you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point.Â
âGross. And Becky doesnât count as everyone.â
âActually, Becky only writes for Sam.â
You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.
âWhy do you know that?â
God dammit. âI donât. I mean â I â like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldnât write porn about you. Obviously.â
âUh huhâŚâ There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, âHow much smut have you read about me?â
Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too.Â
âNone!â you exclaimed, way too quickly.Â
Dean smirked. âYou do really wanna have sex with me,â he remarked, like he couldnât believe it.
âTrust me, the urge is fading by the second.â
His grin disappeared almost instantly. âWould it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?â
âWell, I donât think about it all the ââ
âY/N.â He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core.Â
âYeah,â you squeaked. âYeah, that helps.â
âGood,â he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him.Â
âUh⌠What are you doing?â You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.
âTelling Sammy to beat it.â
Your eyes grew wide. âWhat!?â you whisper-yelled. âNo! Just â we can just do it back here!â
He gave you a pointed look. âIâm not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.â
âWhy not!?â
âBecause weâre not sixteen, for one. And for two⌠I wanna make it special.â He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it.Â
âOh my God,â you began.
âShut up.â
âYou did not just say that.â
âShut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!â
âI have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You donât need to make it special for me, Deano,â you teased.Â
âFor the last time, shut your mouth, or Iâm gonna shut it for you,â he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasnât 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, youâd probably give Dean a run for his money.Â
Sam didnât answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didnât 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.Â
You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead.Â
âLadies first.â
âYou mean youâre not gonna carry me over the threshold?â you joked. âThought you wanted to make this special .â
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.
âDean!â 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.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â he asked.
You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.
âIf I tell you something, you promise you wonât make fun of me?â you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.
âPromise.â
âI was kinda⌠holding out for you.â You drew your eyes up to meet his.
âSeriously?â he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasnât because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldnât 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.
âI wasnât kidding, you know,â he said.
You tilted your head in question.
âAbout making it special for you. I know itâs like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if ââ
âThereâs no one better for me, you idiot.â And you almost told him everything. That youâve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobbyâs, 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 didnât 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 countryâs electric grid.Â
He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips â it wasnât 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.Â
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 couldnât help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And â
âYou need to stop that.â It wasnât a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You donât know when that happened, but you werenât complaining. In fact, it spurred you on.Â
You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more.Â
âWhatâre you gonna do about it, Winchester?â
He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.
âI can fuck you like itâs your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.â
âAnd howâs that?â
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.
âLike the fucking brat you are.â
You almost came from that alone.Â
Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they donât have kinks. That they donât watch porn. That they donât 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.Â
âDo your worst.â
It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didnât miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you couldâve 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.Â
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, âActually, Iâd like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.â But that wasnât what you wanted.Â
âYou sure you know what youâre asking for?â
You rolled your eyes. âI trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. Youâve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.â
âOh, Iâve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.â
âReally?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âOh, yeah,â 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. âAny hard limits?â
You shook your head. âI trust you. I mean, like, donât pee on me or ââ
âNot gonna happen. But⌠most everything else?â
âDean,â you began, looking at him pointedly, âI trust you. If it helps, Iâve used like, toys on myself before. And I donât mean just a vibrator, I mean like⌠well, you get the gist.â
âSo I donât have to go easy on you, is what youâre saying?â
âPut me in my place,â you repeated.
âAlright,â he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, âbut just so weâre clear, thatâs the last order youâll be giving tonight.â
Your throat bobbed and you nodded. âYes, Sir.âÂ
You meant it as a joke, but it didnât 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.Â
Dean didnât 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 wasnât the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this .Â
He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and âeating you outâ didnât 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 wasnât anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didnât matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you â nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.
âOh â fuck,â 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.Â
âYouâre close,â 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. âMmhm,â you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening.Â
âHold it,â he ordered.
Your eyes shot open, because it wasnât the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldnât. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling â fucking asshole.
âMm â fuck â please!â you cried out.
âWhen you come tonight, itâs gonna be on my cock. So hold it.â
You didnât 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 âÂ
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.Â
âStop whining,â he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. âOr Iâll give you something to whine about.â
You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldnât be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.
âGood girl.â He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you.Â
You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since heâd last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.
âHas anyone ever told you,â he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, âthat you are very,â another kiss to the other side, âvery,â one more to the middle of your chest, âimpatient?â He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. âMakes me wanna take my time.âÂ
His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snailâs 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 didnât matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you.Â
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 itâs not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didnât want those clothes touching your bare skin.
âDean?â you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.
âYou okay, sweetheart? Do you want to stââ
âNo! God, no. Itâs just ââ 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 thatâs gross. âItâs just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and Iâm like, totally naked, and I donât want ââ
He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing heâd ever seen. âI gotchya, baby.â
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, youâd been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, thatâs what you were to him now. His, and no one elseâs. You filed the thought away under âThings to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchesterâ.
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 youâd imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasnât 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.Â
âYou okay?â he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.
âMhm,â 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.Â
âDean,â you breathed.
âHm?â
âI wantâŚâ you couldnât find it in yourself to finish your request.
âI know, sweetheart,â he whispered.
You decided you liked âbabyâ better.Â
âPlease.â
âI thought you wanted me to put you in your place?â
You shook your head. âN-next time. Just, please .â
His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said.Â
âNext time, huh?â he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his.Â
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 wasnât messing around.Â
âRoll your eyes at me again, and next time Iâll really do my worst.â
You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.
âBut not this time?â There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.
âDo you ever get tired of being such a brat?âÂ
âDunno,â you shrugged. âDo you ever get tired of it?âÂ
His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. âNothing I canât handle.â
âHm. But not this time, right?â
âY/N ââ he warned.
âAfraid youâre gonna hurt me? Scare me? Whatâs really keeping you from putting me in my placeâŚÂ Sir?â
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, âOw!â from your lips.
âColor?â he questioned roughly.
âSo fucking green,â you replied, dazed.
Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didnât 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.
âFuck, youâre dripping,â he commented. Five more hits.Â
âOh, fuck!â you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind.Â
âYeah, but you like it, donât you?â It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. âYou just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?â Three more.Â
âMmph!â Your cries were muffled by the comforter.Â
âYeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.â He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. âJesus Christ,â 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. âAre you sure?â
You nodded. âYeah,â you replied breathily.Â
He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.Â
âGood?â he asked.
âSo fucking good.â
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.Â
âHarder,â you encouraged, and he obliged. âFaster.â
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 sailorâs mouth to shame.Â
âShit, baby,â he panted into your neck. âGod damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.â 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 â
âCome. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.â
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.Â
âYou okay?â Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.
âMore than,â 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 â
âYou know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.â
He snorted. âTheyâre half right.â
âA switch?â you asked, surprised. âLucky me.â
He chuckled softly. âSorry about your ass.â
You shrugged. âI was asking for it.â
âOh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I⌠I dunno. It was your first time, I didnât want to get too ââ
âIt was perfect, Dean.â
âYeah?â
You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. âYeah.â
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