#dean fanfiction
Request: Could you do a Dean x reader fic where the reader makes a bet with Dean that he can’t keep his hands off of her for 24 hours and then when he breaks Dom!Dean smut? – Anon
Pairings: Dom!Dean x Reader
Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation
Word Count: 1172
Dean’s POV
She licked her lip, almost tauntingly. “I bet you, Dean Winchester, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a whole day.” She smirked, pushing my cup of coffee towards my direction. “Oh, sweetheart, the bet is on, what do I get as a reward?” I asked, taking a sip. “We get to do that little fantasy of yours.” She whispered and thinking about it just made my dick bounce. “It’s on.” I replied and she stood up, swaying her hips, her ass moving so deliciously. Fuck, this might be a hard bet, but that reward is so much more worth it.
I decided the best action to take was to keep myself busy and mostly not around her, I’ve got a good amount of self control but when it comes to her, her face, her lips, fuck, her ass, I just want to touch every inch of her, she makes me hard thinking about her. I groaned, resuming the task of changing baby’s oil.
I went back inside and saw her in the kitchen, wearing some tiny ass shorts and tank top, it was summer, it was hot. I eyed her and she winked at me. “5 hours, of fixing up baby, you enjoy running away from me?” She smirked. “Says a lot how much you want to touch me.” She added, running her hand up her body and giving a slight lift to her tits, god, my hands were tingling the moment she left the kitchen, giggling. “Son of a bitch.” I muttered to myself and proceeded to go to the library. “Why is (y/n) wearing almost nothing?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and bringing the book lower to look at me as I opened my laptop.
“Because she made a bet that I can’t keep my hands to myself for a whole day. And I can!” I proudly said. He chuckled. “Okay, dude, whatever you say.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Dean, you always have a hand on (y/n), like all the time.” He answered. “No… I don’t?” My reply came as a question. “Well, I’m leaving, I know your bets always end up in loud sex that I don’t ever want to hear again.” He said and stood up. “Where the hell are you going?” I asked. “Eileen’s.” Sam smiled and I and raised my eyebrows, nodding approvingly.
I was walking around back to our room to grab some weapons to clean when I heard her, I know that fucking noise. It was the distinct noise of vibrations and her sinful moaning. I opened the door and surely my cock instantly started to get hard. She was laying there naked and I knew she knew I was there cuz her pink lips curled into a smile. Her legs were spread wide, my flannel hanging loose on her shoulders as her hands got occupied with herself and the bright pink toy on her hand.
She moaned as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand was softly cupping her breast, slightly pulling on her nipples just as I would. She slowly moved the toy up and down a line, slightly teasing her entrance just like my thick fingers would. “Dean,” She breathed and I had to bite my lip, I could feel my cock wanting to burst out of my jeans. “This is so not fair.” I grumbled and she smirked
The toy buzz oh so delightfully in between her legs, soaking in just how wet she’s gotten “Dean, fuck—“ You moaned as you plunged the toy in your pussy. “The deal was for you not to touch me, doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself…” Fuck yes. I unbuttoned my jeans, my rock hard springing free and she watched me, her eyes dark with lust and I smirked, quite proud of the effect I have on her. “Fuck, yes… Dean…” She moaned, eyes shut tight, back arched, and I knew she was close, prompting me to quicken the pace my hand had on my dick.
Her moans filled my ear, I clenched his jaw, getting closer and closer by the second. “Dean!” She screamed and I was chasing my orgasm but I needed to be inside her, feel her tight fucking pussy. “Fuck this.” I groaned and stood up, taking two strides to the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You lost.” She panted with a grin. “Don’t fucking care. On your knees, baby.” I commanded and she licked her lips proceeding to the position. She grasped my dick, her hot mouth wasting no time to wrap around me. “Fuck.” I groaned, my head tilting back and my hand tangling unto her messed up hair, pulling.
“You feel so fucking good.” I grunted and lightly pushed her back so that she was laying and I gripped her thighs and parted them as I attached my mouth to her wet pussy. Her head landed on the bed moaning my name as I licked her clit to her entrance, fucking her with my mouth. Her legs quivered as they wanted to close but I held her tight, red marks littering across her thighs. “Dean, please—“ She begged.
I pulled away and knelt on the bed, pushing her legs up my shoulders, almost bending her body. I moved my cock through her folds. “Dean, please, want you—“ She choked out. “Want me where, sweetheart?” I smirked. “In me, please, fuck me!” “As you wish, baby.” I whispered and thrusted into her, burying my cock deep in her pussy, groaning as I felt her clench her walls. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” I muttered, moving my hips back before slamming back into her, making her scream out my name.
I fucked her relentless, my hands were everywhere, her face, her waist, her tits, I made realize just how much I craved her contact, just to have her beneath my hands. My hips began to stutter and her legs began close. “Coming, Dean, please make me—“ She moaned. “I know baby, I’m right behind you.” I muttered. My hand gripped her hip while my other attached to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She met my erratic thrusts but soon enough, I could feel her clench around my dick, pushing me to the edge along with her. “Fuck!” She screamed as she came hard.
I continued to move my hips, chasing my end and I leaned down, pressing a long hard kiss, making her moan against my mouth. “Fuck, (y/n)!” I screamed, spilling inside of her. I slowly pulled out and she groaned. “You okay?” I asked, handing her a towel. “Sore legs.” She murmured and I shot an apologetic look towards her. “Guess you can’t keep your hands off me.” She smirked, leaning up to kiss me. “Nah, ‘s cuz I love you.” I winked and she blushed. “I love you too, Dean, and since you’re very sweet, I might just let you live your fantasy.”
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Request: Heya, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do something along the line of, reader is staying in the bunker with Sam and Dean and has a crush on both of them so is always trying to show off a little to get their attention but it never really works, then suddenly they both start actually seeing her and she ends up having one brother after the other and neither brothers realise but she doesn’t know how to tell them. – @missstartaylor97xx
Pairings: Dean x Reader and Sam x Reader
Warnings: language?
Word Count: 1351
A/N: This request was sooo cute! I am planning a continuation for this that will be a Dean ending and Sam ending!!! Feedback is loved!
You huffed as you tiptoed against the counter, your short height evident as you continued to reach for the brown sugar on the very top shelf and that’s in the very back. Sam glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning your exposed legs and fitted top. He cleared his throat and you stretched to look at him, seemingly trying to look like a damsel in distress. “Sammy,” You whined, bringing your voice a little higher. “Help me.” You continued and Sam cracked a small smile, standing up and then gracefully grabbing the packet of sugar. Of course, you let your eye wander along his muscled arms, his long legs, god, his chest—
When he handed you the packet, you smiled up at him and made sure to brush your fingers against it as he handed it to you. “Thank you!” You beamed and continued on making cookies, making sure to sway your hips just a little, knowing he’d be looking your way. “I’m making oatmeal cookies for you.” You announced and he smiled. “A little healthy version while Dean and I can enjoy the regular ones.” “That’s very sweet of you, (y/n).” He replied. “Of course, anything for you.” You murmured.
You decided to clean your car, wearing the shortest shorts, the tightest tank top, knowing that Dean was going to change baby’s oil, obviously overhearing him mention to Sam about it and not to bother him. You had just poured water on your car when you heard the garage door open and close, prompting you to look back. Dean was wearing a grey shirt and some loose fitting jeans that still showed off his bowed legs, you were ogling but you wanted to show him you indeed were.
Dean raised his eyebrow as he scanned your form. “Washing today?” His low voice asked. “Yup!” You smiled. “What’re you up to?” You asked, leaning down to grab the sponge in the soapy water, knowing your cleavage was going to be in his view. You looked back up and he smirked, walking to baby. “Just changing her up.” He answered and you smiled before continuing with your task at hand.
Dean slid out from under the car to grab a drink when he saw you perched on the hood, wiping the top of your car as you were unable to do it just by standing and he saw you struggle to reach the center without a mishap. He then noticed you’ve managed to soak through your small amount of clothes and he sauntered to you. “Need a hand?” He asked and you bit your lip before turning back to him. “S’okay, don’t want to bother you.” You murmured and he shook his head and grab the sponge from you, cleaning off the part you cannot reach. “Thank you, Dean.” He smirked and gave you a wink.
You woke up a little extra early, got your leggings and wore your cute sports bra. You were filling up your water bottle when Sam walked by the kitchen. “Where you going?” He asked, wearing his signature running outfit. “I wanted to do some yoga outside, it looked like a good day.” You replied with a small smile. “Oh that sounds fun, I’m goin’ running.” He said. “Well, you can join me if your like?” You asked, slightly puffing your chest out to accentuate your chests. “I’d love to.” He smirked and you smiled wide at him.
After your morning exercise with Sam, you showered and made your way to the war room, your weapons displayed, cleaning them one by one. Dean passed by to go to the library only to stop on his tracks as he saw you wipe down the barrel a little too sensual. He gulped down a lump on his throat and walked to the library. You smirked to yourself with how he reacted and internally high-fived yourself.
The boys started to see you, they were interacting with you more and more romantically which was making you giddy due to the fact that you had intense crushes on both brothers, Sam was more attentive when you two were doing research and Dean was physically interacting with you with all those stolen touches.
A knock on your door cut you off of your thoughts and you looked towards the doorway. “Hey, (y/n), uh, there’s this new diner I drove by if you want to go try it out?” Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You bit you lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to, let me just change.” You replied and he smirked and left you to change. You giggled to yourself when you knew he was out of earshot and started to dress. “You look wonderful, (y/n).” Dean muttered and you smiled, blushing. “It’s nothing too special.” You said and he smirked, driving off to the said diner.
The next morning, you were grabbing a glass of water and you heard Sam enter, by the sound of their footsteps, and you turned around. “Hey, (y/n), you up for a run?” Sam asked with a wide smile. “And maybe we can grab some coffee at the shop?” He added right after. “I’d love to, Sam.” You replied.
“Hey, (y/n), you up for some shooting practice?” Dean asked when you were helping him clean some weapons you found in the bunker. “Uh, sure, but you know, guns aren’t my trusty weapon.” You joked with a sour face. He chuckled. “That’s why.” He reiterated and you playfully scowled at him. You followed him to the range and he showed you how to stand properly, how to angle your body and you had a pretty good idea how to but you intentionally made it look bad. You were focused on your target when you felt Dean move behind you, pressing his strong chest against your back, his arms raising to align with yours.
“Relax your shoulders,” He whispered against your ear and you had to restrict your body from quivering. You did as he instructed and he wrapped his hands on yours. “Don’t hold on too tight.” You loosened your grip. You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “Now, shoot.” You bit your lip as the shot rang, the bullet hitting the target dead center. You uncocked the gun and squealed, turning around to hug Dean, who had open arms. “See, told you.” He teasingly said and you giggled. “That’s cuz you’re a great teacher.” You winked and he chuckled.
“Qud anima damnatorum..?” You tried to pronunciate. You made a face and Sam chuckled, looking up from the book he was reading. “Hey!” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He stood up and pulled out a chair beside you. “Here, lemme see.” He muttered and you smiled, pushing the book closer to him. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Okay, quod animae damnatorum,” He started. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Quod,” He said. “Quod.” You repeated. “Animae,” “Animae damnatorum.” You happily finished and he smiled. “Awesome, you just gotta pronounce the individual vowel.” Sam said and you nodded.
“You’re such a great teacher, Sammy.” You murmured and he chuckled. “I wouldn’t say great but thanks, (y/n).” “No, you really are, you’ve literally masted Latin like it’s legitimately your second language already.” You pushed. “You’re too sweet.” He added and pulled you close, hugging you on your side.
The ride to the hunt was silent, each brother would glance at you, either the rear view mirror by Dean or Sam turning back and it dawned on you—you were so cooped up with the attention the boys were finally giving you that you essentially led them on and they didn’t even know. The blood drained from your face and you suddenly felt guilty. Dean glanced at you and immediately saw your pale face. “You okay there, sweetheart?” He asked and you looked up, meeting his gaze. Sam turned back and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“Uh—“
This was totally not gunna go the way you thought.
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Request: Hii I was wondering if you could do imagine where y/n is huntress from europe (slovakia maybe) and she come help Sam and Dean, but in the end, after some months or year, when she and dean fell in love, she gotta leave cause she wanna protect them, and she say I love you to Dean in her mother language, but he has no idea what she said and after some days he asks Sam what that means and he when he say the meaning, Dean’s gonna cry? I hope you understand and thank you – @stxrmkatie
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: a smidge of hurt and angst
Word Count: 705
A/N: This is pretty short but I hope you like it, if you’d like a second part just send em in! Feedback is loved!
“So get this,” Sam started, capturing Dean’s attention with a slightly annoyed sigh due to the overused phrase. “This monster isn’t native here.” He continued. “So, meaning?” Dean reiterated. “Meaning, we don’t have the things to kill it—“ “It’s called a vodyanoi, I suppose you two are American hunters?” An accented voice asked from behind the boys. Dean first turned, brows furrowed and Sam’s eyebrows looked shocked. “Not so subtle in your talking…” She murmured and Dean immediately drew back his expression. “I’m (y/n), from Slovakia, where the vodyanoi originated, someone tried to take it in the States.” She explained.
“Would you mind helping us out?” Sam asked, eyeing the way Dean had just been struck. “I definitely do not, after all, I travelled very far to kill it.” She beamed and Dean subtly pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he bit it, unfocused. “Dude!” Sam nudged his brother seeing her smirk, turning around and Dean just staring at her. “Wh—what?” Dean shook from a trance that is this Slovak girl. Sam rolled his eyes. “Let’s go!” He pushed, laughing, glancing at (y/n) as Dean was still frozen in his spot.
“Thank you so much for your help, (y/n).” Sam sighed, handing you back the weapon. She smiled. “No, I think the thanks goes to you two.” She gratefully said. “Sweetheart, you were great out there.” Dean muttered, still in a state of trance. “You are more than welcome to stay with us—if you want to.” Dean was quick to his offer and Sam smirked. He knew his brother had a pretty devastating string of love life that he was happy that (y/n) seems to like him as well. “I—Yeah, that’ll be great.” She smiled.
The next few days were hunt free and Dean took that time to get to know her, to show her how different America is to Slovakia. She enjoyed everyday, most especially with Dean. “I like you, very much, (y/n).” Dean whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and leaned in, Dean going in for the last inch, kissing her deeply. A few months of hunts and relaxation and time with the Winchester brothers, a call with a tone that (y/n) wished she didn’t hear. She pulled away softly, pecking his lips. “I have to answer this.” She said and he nodded.
She moved a few feet away and answer the phone. “(Y/n), musíte sa vrátiť. Chápem vašu príťažlivosť, ale nemôžeme riskovať veci.” The voice said, talking about (y/n) having to come back and not risk anything. She clenched her jaw. “Rozumiem. Budem tam o týždeň.” She replied saying she’ll be back in a week. Tears threatened to spill and Dean knew what she was about to say. “When do you have to go?” He asked, his green eyes shining with pain. “In a week.” She answered. “Do you have to?” He asked, cupping her cheek. “I need to protect you guys.” She whispered. “And I have to. They need me.”
A week quickly passed and the two spent every passing minute together until the faithful day that Dean brought her to the airport. “That was the best year I’ve ever had, (y/n).” Dean smiled, kissing her forehead. “Same for me, Dean, I promise you, we will see each other soon.” She whispered. “I promise too.” Dean said and kissed her deeply. “Ľúbim ťa.” She whispered kissing him once more.
Dean didn’t know what she just said but he will remember it to his heart. “Ľúbim ťa…” He whispered to himself, eyebrows furrowing together. He and Sam were researching when Dean had the urge to just ask Sam. “Sammy, what does this mean,” Dean paused remembering just how she said it. “Ľúbim ťa.” He pronounced. Sam’s eyebrows shot up and gave his brother a sad smile. “Ľúbim ťa means I love you in Slovak.” Sam explained. Dean’s heart shattered. He knew she knew that he loved her through his actions but now he knew she loved him back.
Tears slowly slipped down his cheek and Sam patted his brother, walking by to grab some beer.
“I love you too, (y/n).”
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Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can’t write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon
Pairings:Dean x Reader
Warnings: language, smut
Word Count: 1873
A/N:I’m back! And Im posting a few fics today! Feedback is loved!
“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.
“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.
Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.
You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.
You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.
“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.
“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.
After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.
Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.
After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.
“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.
Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.
Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.
Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.
“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.
He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)…?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.
“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.
He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.
“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.
He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.
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