On my knees

Eventually they find a comfortable plan on what to do with you. Each man on either side, Bucky’s metal fingers curling in and out of your squishy cunt while Tony holds a buzzy vibrator to your clit. 

They both whisper dirty talk in your ear, both tug and bite on your hard nipples. Head spinning with pleasure. 

“Yeah? You like Bucky’s fingers baby?” Somehow even when Tony was being sweet his voice sounded condescending. 

“Mhm— yes I—“ 

Another moan breaks past your lips. Tony just nods in approval. 

“Yeah I know….. Buck, you should go faster, she loves the rough stuff.” 

And Bucky looks over at Tony as if he just stabbed him. Hard face and judging eyes. 

“I think I know what pace my girl likes.” 

“Oh your girl? I thought this was a joint effort between us.” 

They keep bickering— somehow not killing each other while your eyes roll back. Orgasm approaching faster and faster, the pleasure building faster than stark can get his tower rebuilt— dang it now there words are infiltrating your mind too. 

But just as your legs started to shake the door creaks open, you don’t have the strength to look over but you already know who it is. 

Steve looms over the bed. Sweaty and glistening from his run, just the sight bringing you that much closer to the edge. 

“Guys.” Steve doesn’t look amused; he tones the fighting out. Instead nodding his head toward you. “She’s almost there.” 

“Aw, you gonna cum princess?” Tony mocks. 

“That’s okay.” Steve replies. Eyes watching your whole-body shiver and shake. “You can let go, no one’s stopping you.” 

And when you do cum. Loud and intense, waves and waves of pleasure wafting through your system. Theirs a pleasant choir of approving grunts and groans from each men. Eyes on you like they want to tear you apart limb by limb. 

There’s whispers of praise. Praise you can’t hear because of the ringing in your ears. 

But when Bucky pulls away and the vib turns off there’s a new force above you. 

Steve’s salty lips kissing yours, touching at your sides for comfort before descending down. “These guys playing rough sweetheart?” 

When you nod, still out of it, blissful pout on your lips. Steve just smiles. Hiking your leg over his broad shoulder. 

“Mind if I teach them how to share?” 

It was another three rounds after that. 

And Willa stops for a second and rethinks the last thirty minutes. “You’re telling me I could get more?” 

“Yeah, if you want. Do you want a coffee too?”

And Jack really wants Willa to like him so maybe he’s going against your orders by letting her get a caffeinated drink well after twelve. 

Willa picks out like three more books all in the young adult or murder mystery section. And sometimes Jack will pick one up and be like “you seem like you would like this one.”

“Ah, no. I read that and gave it away to a friend. It was too futuristic.” 

And Jack nods and put the book back, mentally making a list of things she doesn’t like and adding ‘futuristic’ into that list. 

At one point it becomes a small problem. You told Jack one day that your ex-husband Dante called, he was upset that Willa wouldn’t let him buy any books or her anymore. And when inquiring why it’s because Willa didn’t want that much money spent on her. Not when she had an unlimited supply at home given to her by Jack, the same Jack that said money wasn’t an issue and always supported such a hobby. 

And Jack doesn’t ask questions when checking out. But he will glance at the back of it, if it seems cool enough Jack I’ll ask further. 

“What’s ‘the song of Achilles’ about?”

“It’s sort of a retelling.” 

So Jack nods and when he sees it out on the open on the coffee table one day he takes a brief glance. Jack read all the classics in high school; did he understand them? No. 

But he nods along to the story line, and wouldn’t you know it by the time he’s done with the whole book it’s already time for Jack to clock in on his night shift. 

After work he comes home, dawns a kiss to your forehead and walks into Willa’s room. He’s been waiting the whole night to talk to her about the book.  

“The song of Achilles book… did you like it?” 

“Yeah….” 

“What was your favorite part?”

And Willa stops to think for a moment, blinking as if all the memories come rushing back. 

“When Achilles dragged hectors body about camp.” 

“My girl.” 

And they sit and talk and giggle together. Jack just slightly sleep deprived and Willa going to be late for school. At one point you realize that Willa hasn’t walked out the door yet, and Jack hasn’t invited you to cuddle after his shower. 

So you wander into where the talking is, faintly as you open the creaky door you can hear them talking about the next fantasy book they’re gonna read. 

When the door opens all the way, both pairs of eyes land on you and their talking goes quiet. Like you’re interrupting a party. 

“My bad.” You excuse yourself, only slightly offended. “I just thought you’d like to know it’s already 8:30.” 

“Shhhhh…shoot.” 

Willa resists a curse and jumps up from the bed, grabbing at her backpack and sliding past you and outside. 

You give Jack a look. 

“What?” 

“Don’t what me. You’re stealing my daughter.” 

Jack scoffs, he can’t resist the smile if he tried. “It’s not my fault we have things in common.” 

You shake your head, crossing your arms as Jack gets up to meet you halfway. Hands finding home on your hips and rubbing softly. 

“Want me to by you books too?” 

You think about it, hand scratching the short graying hair at his nape. 

“No, just keep doing what you’re doing solider.”  N’jack loves it when you call him solider. He kisses your lips because the bubbly urge inside him is too much to resist.

You agreed because Luke is good at communicating. It’s one of his skills that make him so green flag worthy, something for the Aphrodite girls to swoon over. 

But for some reason this time your heart is skipping Beats. And not in the ‘im so I love with you’  way they talk about in movies. No this is scary. Your hearts skipped beats because it feels a little like having a panic attack. 

For a moment you think this is it. Luke is finally going to go after someone new, someone who doesn’t pick fun at his ‘bad’ sword fighting skills even though everyone knows he’s the best at camp. You do it just to annoy him. 

But then Luke takes your hand. And leads you into the trail in the woods. The trail that was specifically designed for walking on, magic forced the harpy’s away. They won’t attack if you’re walking on the trail, but if you fall off it’s a different story. 

Luke is acting too sweet to be breaking up with you, unless that was to soften the blow somehow. He’s rubbing your knuckles and helping you over big roots. But you try and catch his eyes and he’s somewhere else in that bewitching head of his. 

Even if Luke isn’t breaking up with you, there’s something he wants to talk about which is scary enough. 

“Are you upset at me?” About five minutes ago Luke finally let go of your hand. You know it’s because it was getting all sweaty in his palm but it still hurt. 

“Upset?” Luke looks up, more confused than someone breaking up would look like. 

“Yeah. I just— you haven’t said anything in a little while.” 

Luke hums, he’s grabbing your hand again as you walk through the trail. Even if his hand is sweaty. It’s like he can’t stay away. The trees above twine together, its shady and rays of sun peek through. It feels magical, and maybe whatever Luke has to talk to you about will be less upsetting with the scenery.

“Sorry. I want to talk to you about something but I—.” He sighs, jaw tightening, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know how to say it.” 

This time you nod. It’s hard. Talking. Some people rush into it and say the wrong things too fast. Others wait too long and never say they’re peace. You understand the feeling of the words being right on your tongue yet not knowing enough to let them out. 

“I’ll wait.” Forever if I have too. 

“How much do you really know about your dad?” Luke starts. It must be a big weight off his chest because he’s finally looking at you again. 

You understand why Luke is asking, though you thought you were over this. Most kids are jealous that your father resonates here at camp. And he can’t leave, not until those hundred years are up. 

But the truth of the matter is, it’s no different. Sure there will be times when Dionysus will be telling a story at night with the s’mores. And a pride will bloom in your chest while you think “that’s my dad.” 

Compared to all the other gods you can see, hear, and actually touch him if you wanted. But just as fast as that thought comes it leaves. 

Would Dionysus stay if he wasn’t shackled to camp? Why doesn’t he spend more time with you or your siblings? 

He’s just another god like any other. No better or worse. 

“Probably know as much as you, why?” 

Luke shrugs, but you can tell the words are festering in the back of his throat again. 

“What do you get by him being your father? Like Dakota drinks copious amounts of Kool-Aid and Castor can control madness. What about you?” 

You think for a moment, you could control vines just like all your other siblings if you tried hard enough. But other than that you live a pretty normal life. It works like that. 

“I don’t know.” And I’m scared to find out was on the tip of your tongue. 

Luke nodded, he saw the underlying message in your eyes and scooted to a different topic. Surprisingly with Luke you didn’t focus on the heat on your back or the noises of the harpies in the trees. 

“Did you know Dionysus was the god of fertility?” 

You almost want to laugh. It’s sounded like his words had weight. Like that was the question he’s been holding in for so long. Something so simple. 

“Yeah.” You smile at his surprised look. “He hooked up with Aphrodite one time. They had like the real minor fertility god but I mean— Dionysius still contributed to the cause. Why do you think he had my twin siblings?” 

Luke thinks over it, shakes his head while scoffing out a laugh. Almost shy. 

“Do you—“ He laughs again and now you’re stopping in your tracks to look at him properly. There was no one else coming on the trail. “Do you think… you’re like… extra fertile?” 

You blink, you have half a mind to slap him and another have to bring him in for a kiss. 

“Luke.” You scoff, trying to scold him but your smiles too big to be annoyed. “You such a boy.” 

“I’m sorry!” Luke’s apologizing even though he doesn’t have to. You feel too giggly to be mad at him. “But I mean— you gotta have like an extra power right? You don’t feel like, extra needy sometimes.” 

You straighten just a little bit. Yeah there’s that feeling that washes over you at night. Or the aching in your stomach when you watch one of half-bloods youngest campers no older then three do her own little training. 

It’s like— baby overload fever. All times of the month. But you’ve never admitted that to anyone, and you’re not going to start now with your boyfriend Luke. 

“Only for you.” 

“You’re flirting.” 

You walk back into a stride, Luke taking your hand and squeezing it twice in apology. 

“Is it working?” You tease. 

“Yeah.” Luke speaks more serious than you were expecting. “I mean we were just talking about your fertility, yeah it’s working.” 

You bite back a smile. Having half a mind to bounce on his bones but this is a public trail. 

“Do you think about kids?” 

Luke says it much quieter than before. Like there’s a soft longing in his voice. 

“Only with you.” 

“I’m serious.” Luke whines. 

“Me too.” 

And it was true. Before Luke, the thought of a baby might have passed by you once or twice. But now when thinking about it you can see Luke’s face in your dreams. See him holding your newborn baby and cradling it to sleep. Or Luke crouching down to try and help your toddler walk. 

Is thinking about investing in playing swords too soon?

“Do… do you think about kids?” You ask hesitantly. 

“Only with you.” Luke sends back the same answer. No hesitation. It shouldn’t make you smile that big. But it does. “Maybe we should like…. Test that theory out.” 

You shake your head. The trail coming to an end and you can hear the voices of screaming kids come closer. 

“What theory? That I’m more fertile than usual?” 

“Yeah.” Luke nods. You want to bite him. Out of pain or pleasure you haven’t decided yet. 

“Luke…. We can’t have a baby.” 

And Luke out of all people knows this. With his big plans in life, and the way his own mother treated him. But he still asks.

“Why not?” 

We’re not married. No house to ourselves. The world out there is unsafe for regular children let alone demigods. 

Even with all those reasons. Your mind still screams but it’s worth it. 

gods maybe you are more fertile then usual. 

“Goodbye Luke.” 

You break away with a kiss, dinner is in two hours and you have more camp duty’s to attend too. 

“Hey—“ 

Luke grabs your wrist. Pulling you back into him. It was easy when you didn’t actually want to leave him. “One more?” 

You kiss his lips once more, and it tastes like love and future bad decisions.

“Fuck— Luke.” 

Your chest heaves, rough in and outtake of breath while the headboard bangs against the wall. 

Ten minutes. You have ten minutes of mindless, pleasurable sex with Luke in the Dionysus cabin, provided by your dad. 

Technically he supplies the bed, the roofing. And the story telling at s’mores tonight at which he goes catching the attention of all the campers. 

But also curse him. Curse him for your now beyond curiosity about fertility and baby’s. You kinda hope Dionysus gets this feeling, this slight off feeling while sleeping tonight while you disrespect him by sleeping with a Hermes kid.

And fuck if Luke isn’t good at it too. 

“S’that good?” His thumb rubs over your clit, perfect speed, perfect pressure. “Hm? You like that?” 

“Y…yes i—“ 

“Oh… gods.” 

Lukes hair tickles your cheek as he rests his forehead in your neck, breathing you in. “Your pussy is just…. Sucking me in.” 

You try and nod along with him, not really focusing on his praise just his voice. Hands grasping at his back muscles, needing something to hold onto. 

“How is this pussy so good.”

Genuinely, Luke’s asking. Because why does it feel like years he’s gone without his dick being submerged around your glossy velvet walls when it was just last week he was doing this same thing. And it felt just as good then. 

Sticky, icky wet noises bounce off the walls. You’re glad that every camper is far way from there cabins right now, because even if they weren’t it would’ve been hard to break you two apart at the moment. 

A coil starts to form in your stomach, deep and strong, almost like wine. Curse your father again— but it’s true. You genuinely feel like you’re about to spill and stain something. 

“Luke m’gonna…” 

“Gonna cum?” Luke helpfully prompts. Kissing down the collar of your neck. 

“Cum with me?” He asks so sweetly. It would be hard to say no. Especially to that drooly bottom lip and begging brown eyes. 

“gods— you are so fuckin’ warm. Where can I cum? Can I cum inside?” 

It’s a bad idea. You just talked about how it would be a bad idea. But right now in the bed and confides of the walls it suddenly doesn’t feel like the worst idea. 

In fact. Even with his cock pushing in and out of your tight hole. It doesn’t feel like enough. Suddenly you’re more empty than a barrel of water on a hot summer day. 

You have the need to be filled. The comfort of a weight inside of you, and you need it now. Provided by Luke. 

“Yes— please.” 

“Please?” Luke mocks just slightly, it edges you on. “You want a baby that bad?” 

He pouts. And that’s how you feel. Nodding, there’s desperation in both your eyes. 

“You just need this pussy to be filled right? With my baby. You want me to breed you?” 

“Yes! Luke… please.” 

You’re so close. Could almost taste that sweet release and all the simulation coming together. 

“I’ll breed you baby. We can have kids. However many you want- oh fuck. And I’ll fill you up again, and again. And again—“ 

Your cunt pulses once, and after that it’s rapid fire as the orgasm crashes over you. Pleasure all the way down to your toes crawling over your body. 

Luke’s jaw tenses as he cums, harsh breathing and soft groaning. warmth fills your insides while he gives the last few thrusts. Still twitching as he softens. 

Dripping all his seed inside of something that’s so achy and ready.

Luke’s forehead knocks with yours, sweaty and hot. Kissing your lips while trying to catch air. It’s cliché but this is one of your favorite parts. The aftermath where you talk and Luke cleans you up before heading to his own cabin for the night. 

“I know… I’m supposed to be like… sorry?” Luke starts. He’s already smiling. “Because we just talked about how bad an idea it would be to cum inside.” 

You nod. So much for that plan. 

“But fuck. That felt too good to ever give back.”

Luke pulls his dick out to lay down beside you. The warmth and sticky ness of your insides feels like it’s working magic, which you hope isn’t true. You can’t have kids. But on the off chance that you did it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

“I got it, don’t move.” Luke moves to the bathroom, gets a towel and softly cleans up between your legs. Some part of you wants to tell him to stop, to let the sperm settle just to see if something will happen. But that’s the irrational part of you. 

“Are you upset with me?” Luke repeats your words from earlier in the day. It seems silly now to think Luke would even want to break up with you after this. 

“For cumming inside? No, I told you too.” 

Luke hums. He throws the towel in the hamper and swiftly finds his boxers and pants to put on. You’d love for him to stay with you longer, until you fall asleep. But if your siblings find you here in this position, it’d be almost as bad as Dionysus’s withdrawals symptoms.

“Hey.” Luke brushes hair out of your face. Kissing your lips softly. Breathlessly. So unfair that he steals all your air. You wonder if you have the same trick on him to play. (You do). 

“Someday?” One word. Yet it held so much meaning. 

Someday you will have children. Someday Luke will be the father and you will be the mother. Someday you will be free to figure out how much this fertility power actually works. 

But someday is not today. 

“Someday.” You echo and let the feeling of Luke’s lips linger on your cheek. 

Maybe not so surprisingly tomorrow brings a soreness between your legs and a giddy Luke. He snagged a plan b for you and watched you swallow the pill while you asked where he even found one. Because you’re pretty sure they don’t have those in the camp’s general store. 

“I have ways.” Luke mumbles while pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

All while Mister D gives you both a hard glare from the other side of the room.

It’s like that split moment when you’re falling and you have one thought. “Oh shit.” 

Jack is having that oh shit moment every time he’s around you. Because he’s slowly realizing he loves you. 

And now he has to figure out how to love the daughter that comes with you. 

Willa. 

Sixteen. 

Sheepish.

 Child of divorce. 

That’s literally all Jack abbot knew of your daughter. Well— other than the fact that she had a smoking hot mom. 

And it’s not for lack of trying! Like the one-time Jack came over to your house because you said your water pressure suddenly went dull. 

He was messing with the pipes when Willa walked by. Jack said “hi.” Then Willa said “hi” and that was the end. 

Jack been officially dating you for six months. And when you found out that after half a year  Willa and Jack haven’t gotten any closer it was like your heart sunk into your stomach. Two of your most favorite people not getting along. 

And maybe that’s why Jack booked his cabin. A big house in the middle of nowhere, lake, hikes. Nature. Kids loved that stuff right? 

Jack couldn’t bear to see you so sad when he and Willa would only halfway greet each other. And he knew you wouldn’t force anything. That’s why, on this trip. Jack was determined to put at least one new thing on that list.

He wants to make friends with your daughter, for you and him. And if this relationship is to last more than a year— and you’re okay with getting married again. He wants Willa to be okay with it too. 

Maybe mending that deep part of him that really did want kids. 

“I’ll be gone for like, thirty minutes. Top.” 

“Thirty minutes.” 

The cabin was huge, there was enough rooms for everyone to sleep by themselves, but Jack wanted to sleep with you and hopefully you would want to sleep with him too. 

There was a zip line place just a few miles away that would be fun to do this week. A hot tub in the back, a pool table in the basement. A fireplace that added to the coziness. The outside air felt crisp. 

Except the one downside was that it was literally out in the middle of nowhere, on the listing it said pizza delivery guys get confused all the time on where the cabin was. 

So for some reason you insisted on driving your ass all the way down to town to get groceries for the week. Leaving jack and Willa alone for thirty minutes. 

Jack was all for the bonding thing, except he thought you would be there with him. To pull him out of the pit if things got too awkward. Now you want to leave him alone with the next generation and expect him not to be nervous? 

“Yeah, just thirty minutes. Will you two be okay?” 

Jack hesitated. “Yeah, yeah I got this. Pfff, piece of cake. I know so much about teen girls.” 

Most of jacks knowledge about teen girls comes from the ED. And he’s mostly asking about periods and giving abortions. 

“You know nothing about teenage girls.” 

You cross your arms. Eyeing his broad frame and fragile ego. 

“No no… that’s not true. What do they like to do uh? Paint nails? Watch Twilight? I can talk about boy bands.” 

You eye him harder and Jack breaks. 

“I will be fine. I’ll learn. Bring out the charm.” 

He gives you a wink when he says it and slides his hands over your hips pulling you close. The charm is definitely working on you, but it’s iffy on if it will work for your daughter. 

“If I come home and she’s crying we’re ending the trip.” 

Jack makes a face, a scrunch of his nose, half smile, the jut of his scruffy chin. It’s adorable and offended. 

“I’m not gonna make her cry.” 

“I know, I’m teasing.” 

Your hand flattens out his shirt, half to touch the muscles and half to keep your mind from wondering. But it does that anyway. 

Leaving them alone together isn’t the worse idea. Throwing kids into the lion’s den is how they learn, but that doesn’t stop you from being nervous. 

Like the first time Willa went on a flight all by herself to meet some friend for a birthday. You dropped her off at the airport and said your goodbyes. Then sitting in the car alone you cried. She’s getting older. And she has to be accustomed to maneuvering things herself. 

Things will be fine. 

“Maybe I should take her with me—“ 

Jack grabs your purse and your keys for you before you can change your mind once again. 

“Nononono. I got this. Have fun shopping, get yourself something sweet, you know what don’t even take thirty minutes. Do an hour. Two hours.” 

And when the door to the cabin closes and Willa and Jack are alone, he really wishes he’d just kept his mouth shut and suggested an hour. 

Jack knocks on the door to Willa’s room. It’s uncanny how Willa is a spitting image of you. Jacks never met your ex-husband but he doesn’t see any of him in Willa. He only sees you, but maybe because he’s only looking for you. 

“Hey, settling in okay?” 

Willa sits on the bed, book in hand and suitcase knocked in the corner. 

“Yeah.” 

One word answers. Great. 

“Your mom left for groceries so it’s just you and me.” 

“Okay.” 

Jack nods, he’s thinking back to how maybe he should have done the social studies class in college. Maybe that would have helped him out now for this moment. 

“You read?” Jack gestures to the book in her lap and slowly descends more into the room. Just quick— if he can’t get past the small talk he’ll leave. “I didn’t know books were back in style. I thought everyone was too busy on Instagram.” 

Smooth Jack. Real smooth. 

“Books were never really out of style….” 

Willa’s voice is soft, her hair is in a braid and he looks at Jack like he’s an unwelcomed rat in her room. He kinda feels like it. 

“Right. What are you reading?” 

Jack tries to catch a glimpse of the cover, it’s red, thick, there are thorns or— some kind of wolf as the cover art. 

“Ah… a romance, nothing you would be interested in.” 

But Jack disagrees. Maybe he himself would never read a romance. But if Willa likes it? He’ll try for her; he’s interested in her and wants to learn more about what she’s passionate about. 

“I can get behind a romance.” 

Willa makes a face, soft shake of her head. “Not this one.” 

Yes this one Jack wants to scream. He wants to have a conversation about dumb stupid stuff like you and him have all the time. It doesn’t matter what as long as they’re talking. 

“Oh come on… tell me the plot.” 

Willa turns the book around and around in her hands, as if thinking. 

“Uh…. There’s this girl. And she’s human, for a little while— and there’s borders to keep bad guys from coming in…” 

Willa seems hesitant. Jacks trying to get a grasp on the plot but it seems like she’s purposefully leaving things out. 

“May I?” 

He gestured to the book. But it also leaves no time for her to respond before taking it in his grasp. He turns the book around to read the summary, something about faye and wolves, darkness and dangers. 

Jack opens the book up to a random page, somewhere near the back. Honestly Jack didn’t know what he was expecting, the book looked innocent enough. But skimming over the dialogue suddenly sensual words caught his eyes. 

Lick, suck, go down. 

It was all sex. Hot, steamy, sexy sex. And Willa. Your shy daughter was reading it. 

“Woahhh….” 

Jack flinched, visibly flinched from where his eyes read over the page. He shut it and met Willa’s gaze. It was like she was frozen in time and couldn’t move. Mortified. 

“Your…. Mother lets you read this?” 

Truly it was none of his business, and if she didn’t wanted to tell that to him jack would drop it and spend the rest of the hour thinking this over on the back porch. 

But there was a beat, and Willa hesitated like she had to defend herself. 

“She doesn’t…. Not let me read it…” 

Another beat. 

Then jacks lips curled up. A playful smile appeared on his lips. Obviously. Teenagers, finding loopholes then keeping them secret. 

Jack doesn’t know why he’s so happy to hear this, he just is. This felt like a club. And only two people in this room knew one of her biggest secrets. 

But Willa took jacks smile as blackmail. 

“Please don’t tell my mom.” 

Her voice sounded dire, scared. She was adorable. She was your daughter. If Jack hadn’t already promised you on the trip overhear to protect her with his life, he would now. 

Jack raises a hand close to his mouth; he makes a zipping motion and then locks the pretend key slowly. Throwing the key away into the makeshift abyss. 

“Your secrets safe with me.” 

Willa let’s put a soft relaxing sigh. A smile plays on her face because really nobody could resist the abbots charm. 

Willa. 

Sixteen. 

Sheepish. 

Child of divorce. 

Reads smut. 

He’s learning more about her on this trip already. 

“Because—“ Michael climbs ontop of Dean. His biceps bulge in that cotton shirt and they’re not cutting any expenses to soften their lovey noises. Hitches of breath and slick kissing noises bounce off the walls and into your ears. 

“You pulled out a gun when interrogating an innocent.” 

“I didn’t know he was innocent!” 

You defend and Michael hums into another kiss. You never thought watching to men kiss would be unappetizing, but suddenly your stomach twists with jealousy. 

“Shouldn’t Briggs be the one punishing me?” 

Yeah you sounded needy. Helpless. Watching your boyfriends in the bed kiss each other and not you was arousingly annoying. 

“Briggs let me be in charge of your punishment.” 

“No he didn’t.”  

“You’re right, he didn’t. I had to beg.” 

Michael descends down deans body, kissing his jaw and neck wherever he is the most sensitive. You watch as Deans fingers flex on Michael’s back, soft scratches. 

Dean looks at you over Michael’s shoulder. He’s eyes don’t exactly scream remorseful, not exactly guilty. But not overwhelmingly joy either. 

You probably do deserve this punishment, ever since gun training you’ve had a loose hand. But you definitely don’t deserve it in this evil and seductive way. 

“Michael….” 

You whine. The shirts are coming off now, even from a few feet away from the bed you swear you can see goose bumps shivering off Dean when Michael kisses down his happy trial. Unbuttoning his jeans. 

“Dont you think this is a little unfair?” 

“Nope.” 

You huff, it’s useless, But if going to one man doesn’t work messing with the other usually does. 

“Dean….” Your voice purrs. And if you act pretty enough and beg maybe he can get you out of this humiliating punishment. 

“Hm…?” 

Except he looks half out of it. Michael throwing the dark jeans somewhere and kissing up his thighs. Sharp thighs that have gained muscle over the FBI academy. That should be you kissing up his body!

“Dean honey.” 

The boxers go next and who would have thought his dick is already at a standstill. Hard and aching. Twitching in the palm of Michael’s hand. 

You almost forgot your pleading plan because it’s mesmerizing to watch micheal suck the tip of him in his mouth. Dean gasps, sharp and pained. But you know it’s all pleasure. 

“Don’t you think it’s unfair?” 

Eyes darting from Deans face, then where Michael was sucking him off, it’s like your eyes can’t land on one view. 

“Michaels being petty again right?” 

Of course it doesn’t seem that way when the petty one is pulling off your dick and spitting on it before going down again. Deans hand traveling into Michael’s hair for support. 

“It’s… Ah— a little unfair.” 

“See!” 

You’ll bounce at any agreement. Even if it doesn’t work. 

“Michael please. This is silly. I want out. Dean agrees.” 

You take it back, the kissing noises suddenly sound much better than the sloppy blowjob deans getting. It makes your legs push together to release any type of friction. 

“Dean only agrees because it would be for his benefit.” 

Michael pulls off and gives a slow hand job makes deans eyes close, pleasure filling all his senses. Dean hasn’t actually been paying attention. Only agreeing with the majority to get what he wants. 

“Greedy little thing.” 

Michael lands a sharp slap on deans balls, it makes his legs abruptly close but my the noise he let out? High and girlish? He liked it. 

“Okay! I… I’m sorry. Please let me out now?” 

“Sorry?”

Michael goes back down. Licking up the spit and precum that drips from Deans dick. 

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to the guy you pulled the gun on.” 

“Okay I will!” You try to pull away from the bounds, but they’re tied tight to the chair. “Just let me out.” 

“Hm?” Michael hums. It sends a pleasant vibration up throughout deans whole body and he lets out a shuttering moan.

“Okay. I’ll let you out. Just— after this.” 

You throw your head back with a groan before you could witness Michael deep throating him. 

This is torture. 

“I know.” Bobby agrees, except he doesn’t seem to acknowledge that fact too much.

You sigh, keeping the flashlight angled in just the right way while stealing another breath of the humid breeze. 

“Are you almost done?” 

“Will you quit your complainin’?” 

“No, it’s the only thing keeping me entertained.” 

Now Bobby sighs, he wipes his oily hands on an equally dirty cloth. At least that’s the one nice thing about tonight. Bobby is here and he smells like orange blossoms. 

“‘Nother fifteen minutes, tops.” 

He said that ten minutes ago. But you understand that if you actually want to get to a hotel tonight, you have to keep the light still for Bobby to do his job. 

But that thought only keeps you going for about five minutes. 

You swear there’s something crawling on your swollen feet, but when you reach down to brush it away it’s just long grass touching your skin. Apparently that’s enough moving to make Bobby upset again. 

“Will you keep the damn light still?” 

“I’m trying!”

He glances down where you brushed near your ankles. 

“I told you to bring your boots instead.” 

“But these are so cute!” 

You look at your little sandals. They twist and turn and buckle at the ankle, showing off your painted toes. 

“Not very efficient.” 

“Well I’m sorry I don’t wanna look like one of the Winchester boys while hunting. At least I can kill in style.” 

“Don’t get bratty with me now.” 

There’s a permanent pout on your lips. Even more permanent than how the air literally sticks to your skin. there’s absolutely no doubt sweat is soaking through your little cotton blouse that was brand new. 

But alas, you don’t want to be mad at Bobby. This trip is already a shit show, and sowing discord would just make it worse. So you decide to set your mind on actually trying to help. No more complaining and maybe things will actually go faster. 

“I need the ratchet.” 

There’s a toolbox right near Bobby’s feet, you crouch down to look through it but the word ratchet means absolutely nothing to you. 

“S’this it?” 

You hold up what you thought was a wrench but it might be a ratchet now. 

Bobby sighs and squints in the dark.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” 

“Hey— what’s that supposed to mean?!” 

Bobby leans over and grabs the ratchet himself— it does look like a wrench just with a little circle twisted thing at the end. 

“Doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t understand anyway.” 

“You’re being an asshole.” 

“And you’re crusin’ for a bruisin’ hon.”

You stand up. The light still on and illuminating Bobby’s annoyed face, the wrinkles around his eyes are amusing even if he is trying to ignore your eyes. 

“Cruising for a bruising? Nobody says that anymore.” 

“I say it. And unless you want to understand what it means I suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut.” 

You bite back a smile. You thought about it. Really. Watching Bobby tighten a huge screw on a gas can or whatever was in the van— you really thought about keeping quiet, but your loose lips got the better of you. 

“Whatever old man.” 

It was almost a whisper. You’re surprised Bobby even heard it with his loss of hearing over the years, but his eyes flicker to you faster than the flashlight could click off. 

His jaw is clenched and his eyes bore into you. It’s hard to find him scary when he is undeniably attractive while his voice is deep and demanding. Though what did manage to scare you was the way the hood of the van suddenly slammed shut right next to you.

“Bend over.” 

“What?” 

You almost laugh. A smile plays on your lips at the sudden tension. It’s not like Bobby’s never said those words before. They actually get said quite often, but now? In the dark while the van is broken?

“Did I stutter? Bend over the van.” 

He says it so seriously yet you’re still weary, like it was a joke. Bobby takes a step closer. So you take a step back, but it’s futile. 

As if expecting your next move, Bobby grabs your wrist before you can go any further. The flashlight falls to the ground and his hand pulls you closer, then lands on your back. Gently guiding your body over the hood. The cool metal feels nice against your soaked skin.

“You did this to yourself you know.” 

Bobby’s hands are rough— callous but controlled. You have to bite back a smile when he touches you. He plays rough but you know he’s real gentle. 

His finger slide down between the denim of your shorts, when they slip all the way down and onto the ground, the air pricks your exposed ass. You swear you can hear Bobby’s breath hitch. 

The underwear stays, for now. His hands roam up and down the back of your thighs, squeezing the fat flesh of your ass before anything. 

It’s annoyingly exposing— almost making you feel small. Every time his hand curves around your ass you’re anticipating the smack, but it never comes when you think it will. 

“How many times have you bitched tonight?” 

It sounds rhetorical, so you bite your lip and try to stop from bucking backwards or squirming. 

Finally a smack lands on your ass, near the bottom. Not even that hard yet and there was that faint sting. It faded quickly, but that doesn’t mean the next one will. 

“I want an answer.” 

“More than three?” You’d have to actually think about it, and that’s something you don’t want to do. Not when Bobby’s got your shorts down and your ass up. There’s no doubt his eyes have glanced at your cunt more than once, and even the thought just has you wanting to move back into him. 

“More than three huh?” 

It was a cheap response, you both knew it. 

“Should give you ‘nother ten just for that lame ass answer.” 

Another warning slap hit your other cheek. You let out a shaky breath— this wasn’t even the worst yet. These were all almost playful. 

You feel Bobby get close behind you. His weight keeping you down to the car but pulling you closer to his front. His breath fanning hot and authoritative by the side of your face. 

“How ‘bout we settle on fifteen?” 

He pulls away and you morn the loss of him beside you, or maybe it’s just nerves for what’s coming. 

“N’ I want you to count.” 

A hand comes down hard on your ass. A whimper slips past your lips unexpectedly. it stung bad but faded fast. Enough to where it’s just the right amount of uncomfortable. The noise crackled across the Kentucky state line, nobody or nothing was here to witness the scene happening but you two. 

“One—”

Your upper teeth dig into your lower lip to keep from any other embarrassing sounds slipping past your lips. 

The next few come fast. There’s no time for recovery, there’s no time for the pain of the spank to fade, it just climbs higher and higher until it burns. 

The only comfort you get is that millisecond of his hand on your skin— even if it is to bring pain, it’s still a touch. A romantic demanding touch that’s from Bobby himself. 

“How many was that?” 

“Twelve.”

The word was hard to say without sounding estranged. It did hurt. A lot. Yet it made a heat flush throughout your whole body; you felt it boiling between your legs.

“Twelve? Are you sure?” 

“Yes!” 

“How sure? I don’t like a cheater.” 

“Pretty sure.” You swear he’s messing with you— simply prolonging the torture. But can it really be called torture if you like it so much? 

Bobby hums, he’s smoothing down the skin of your ass that’s turning pink and red— you don’t know if that’s to help or hurt yet though. 

“Last three will be the hardest, ‘kay?” 

You don’t have time to respond or protest— he just does. It’s like the weight of his annoyance gets transferred on the load of his hand. Heavy hitting and stinging with each slap. 

Your toes curl and feet pick up in those cute sandals. There’s nowhere to put your hands so they curl in a fist in front of you. There’s so much feeling that can’t be shifted around, it’s just there in that one spot. 

On the last spank, a whimper slips past your lips. It’s too much to keep in and your clit throbs by the end. 

“Fifteen...” 

It doesn’t hurt enough to cry, but it does hurt. Your hand goes back to touch the burning skin and you twist on the hood before Bobby has the thought to switch things up. 

“Pull yer pants up and get in the van.” 

His voice isn’t soft yet like normal, which makes you do a double take. That’s what could make you cry. Not the physical pain, but the way his voice is still demanding. He hasn’t checked in yet after a rough session. It makes you feel humiliated. 

You grab at the bottom of the shorts and shimmy them up your legs. It stings now that your ass was raw. The denim moving against the tender flesh of your ass is less than ideal, but you climb into the passenger side anyway and sit down. Even sitting— something your aching feet have been yelling at you to do suddenly feels too awkward. 

From the windshield you see Bobby bend to pick up the toolbox and flashlight. He settles it into the backseat before climbing into the driver side door. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him with a needy pout. So you just don’t look over at him. 

“Hey, come on now.” 

Bobby takes his hand— the one that he was just spanking you with— and uses it to tilt your jaw to look at him. Gentle and loving. 

“Gimme a kiss. Right here.” 

He taps his lips, and you’re not gonna disobey him again. So you lean in. 

His lips push against yours. They’re soft like rose petals and he can be the stem. You breathe him in. Suddenly the punishment, the pain, all washes away and all that’s left was the arousal. The heat between your legs calling out for attention. 

“You done being bratty?” 

“Yeah…” 

There wasn’t a thought behind your eyes that screamed to complain. Suddenly you had the sting of your ass to worry about, or the way he kissed your lips like vapor on your tongue, all different options then whining about the weather. 

“Only my good girl from now on?” 

You nod again. It’s easy to say that when you’re sitting down and there’s still the sharp cool air in the van from when the AC was working. 

Speaking of the van— Bobby turns the key for the engine to start. You hold your breath because Bobby didn’t even work on it for thirty minutes. 

But the engine doesn’t stutter or skip a noise. It starts, and the AC turns on again along with the headlights. Praise be. 

“See? Just needed a little lovin’.” 

Bobby pulls at your arm. He scoots you closer and swiftly your knee is touching his, skillful hand popping open the button of your shorts. His hand sneaks down into the front of your panties. 

“Just like m’girl, right?” Bobby smiles when he hears you sigh in content. “Some TCL will make things all better.”