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“You need to stay quiet, doll.” His stubble scratched her neck, lips burning kisses into her skin, hands working on the cotton panties he loved oh so much.

Her eyes wandered towards a soundly asleep Steve, body crashing against the backseat of Bucky’s car, pulling him on top of her. The movie flickered on the big screen of the drive-in cinema, voices flooded from the radio, filling the car. Most of the sounds managed to drown out her moans, though the ones that reverberated through the small space began to alight a fire deep inside of Steve.

He was very much awake, eyes squeezed shut, trying to stay as still as possible. Steve didn’t want them to grow suspicious, he was aching to hear the sweet sounds that bled from her lips. 

There hadn’t been a day where Steve hadn’t thought about Bucky’s girlfriend as he touched himself, the innocent boy couldn’t help but imagine her frame buried underneath his, panting his name as he’d take care of her.

A dream that would never come true.

Bucky’s fingers danced up and down her wet slit, arousal stuck to his digits as their tongues fought for victory. The thought of Steve waking up as Bucky was balls deep buried inside of her excited the couple, spurred them on as they rubbed themselves against one another. 

Her trembling hands worked on his uniform, unbuttoned his trousers, carefully pulling his throbbing cock out of his underwear. Bucky pounded into her without a warning, walls fluttering around his girth, pulling him closer, blurring the lines between passion and pain. 

The car shook with every forceful thrust of his, both couldn’t care about their friend any longer, desperate to reach their peaks, to moan one another’s name as they strengthened the bond that kept them alive.

Steve squeezed his length through the fabric of his trousers, slowly pumping himself as their moans grew louder. Carefully he opened his eyes, he wanted to see (y/n) whimpering for Bucky just once - anything he could use as he was imagining himself pounding into her. 

The moment his eyes found her frame Bucky lifted his head off (y/n)’s neck, eyes finding Steve’s wide ones, smirking at his heavily breathing friend. Bucky didn’t say a word, added more pressure to his thrusts - teasing Steve.

 He whispered something into (y/n)’s ear - way too quiet for Steve to hear what he was saying, but the loud groan that rumbled through her was enough to push him over the edge, cum staining his boxers.

“Are you still with me?”

Bucky’s voice ripped Steve out of his sinful thoughts, eyes meeting the ones of his heavily sweating best friend. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, cheeks slightly blushing. They had been training for the past hours, going back and forth as they joked around, enjoying the quietness the gym offered in the middle of the night.

Steve could only nod his head, trying to stop his cock from growing, trying to forget about the memory, the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He tightened his grip on his water bottle, aching to cleanse his mind, he couldn’t lose focus - not again.

Just as the two of them retained their posture, ready to attack one another, (y/n) stepped into the gym, naked feet patting against the cold floor. Her tired gaze flickered between the two best friends, smiling to herself as she stepped closer. Bucky opened his arms, pulled his wife into his chest, lips meeting hers for a short moment, not noticing how Steve clenched his jaw, averting his gaze.

“What are you doing awake, doll?”

The strength of Bucky’s raspy, deep words flooded right through her body, leaving her clit tingling as her nipples began to harden, rubbing against the thin nightgown she was wearing. What a sight for sore eyes - Steve would bust any moment now, not able to control himself.

“Can’t sleep without you near.”

Another kiss got shared between the lovers, this time the kiss grew more passionate. It reminded Steve of all those times he had so desperately wanted to step in, to pull her flush against his chest, devouring her, worshipping her like a man should worship the goddess she was.

Demonstratively Bucky’s hands began to wander down her spine, cupping her ass as he opened his eyes, winking at his blushing best friend - knowing exactly what Steve was thinking about. Bucky wasn’t oblivious, knew all about Steve’s little crush on (y/n), the woman he had married years ago, the woman that had been taken by Hydra, not leaving Bucky’s side once.

She had been there for him, brainwashed just as much, though their love had kept them connected, forever sticking to one another as they got forced to walk a dark path, filled with pain, anger and hate. Both had managed to save one another, fighting for their significant other as the world seemed to fall apart.

His both breath crashed against (y/n)’s throat, lips nibbling on her earlobe, “Remember what we’ve talked about?”

Hot water was running down their naked bodies, hips meeting with every thrust of his, cock spearing her, ripping her clenching walls apart. She didn’t hear the words he was panting, too focused on her own orgasm, chasing the heavenly feeling that would distract her from her thoughts, her worries.

His fingers grasped her chin, stopping his movements as she pouted - begging him to fuck her like he had promised.

The way Steve had watched her during their training wouldn’t leave Bucky’s mind, he had always known that Steve would do anything to fuck (y/n), though the more he thought about it, the more excited he grew. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like as Steve would give into his fantasies, fucking his best friend’s wife. If he’d ever have to share his most prized possession he’d only ever allow Steve to have his taste.

“Tell me doll, would you want to suck Steve’s cock?”

She froze in his grasp, stopping her moan from rolling off her tongue. (Y/n) couldn’t deny that there had been times where she had touched herself to the thought of spreading her legs for their best friend, letting Bucky watch as the Captain would fuck her. 

But Bucky had always been rather possessive of her, fighting for what belonged to him, not once had she thought that he’d allow her to touch another man.

“Oh you would, wouldn’t you? My dirty little slut.”

“Yes,” her whisper filled the training room, lips parted, allowing Bucky to push his thumb right into her mouth. Hungry eyes wandered up and down her quivering frame, excitement began to spread through her, hot blood rushed in her ears.

“Tell you what-” Bucky’s eyes found Steve’s bright ones, “- if you win against me I’ll let you fuck her.”

Steve choked on his water, coughing as he stared his friend down, Bucky was making fun of him - he was sure of it.

Neither (y/n) nor Bucky moved, patiently waiting for Steve to reply, oblivious to the anger that began to simmer deep inside of him. He had always thought that he had been relatively good at hiding his feelings for (y/n), now he felt embarrassed, embarrassed that his friends had noticed the love he fostered for her. Shamefully he turned his back on them, towel patting his forehead dry.

“I’m sorry, I-” Steve struggled to find the right words, blood rushing to his cock as he felt her hands on his waist, pulling him back against her chest. Steve couldn’t focus, mind fixated on her soft touch, the hands that carefully danced along his naked skin.

“Promise that you’ll win.”

He was stuck in a dream. Steve couldn’t find another explanation, fingers finding hers, interlacing them, squeezing her skin. Maybe it was time to grasp his chance, to finally fuck her like he had wanted to for the past decades. No matter if he was stuck in a dream or not, Steve couldn’t say no to the chance of finally getting to explore her body.

Without a warning he gently pushed her smirking frame away from him, fists getting thrown at a chuckling Bucky, he’d win, he had to.

Both fought like animals, not caring about any blood that got shed, about bruises that began to form on their skins. (Y/n) could tell that Bucky wasn’t using much strength, he wanted to watch her spread her legs for the tall Captain, would step in, joining in on the fun.

Bucky was losing, on purpose, letting the sexual tension between the three of them linger in the air, bodies buzzing from the adrenaline that urged them on.

The moment Bucky’s back met the mattress, Steve’s smile began to spread, helping Bucky off the floor, patting his back. He had won, not caring if his best friend had let him win, he would finally get his chance to ruin her.

“Come here, doll.”

Excitedly she clung to Steve, ran her hand through his sweaty hair, moaning as Bucky’s lips met her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. Tonight she’d be an obedient little slut, would let the men do anything they were hungry for, using her body like she had always dreamt of.

A few moments later they found themselves in Bucky’s and (y/n)’s shared bathroom, staring at one another with ever-growing smiles.

Steve was growing nervous, wondering if he could truly do as he pleased, he didn’t want to make his friends uncomfortable, didn’t want to - the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his managed to stop his mind from overthinking, allowing his body to give into her touch.

No dream had ever felt this good, no matter how many times he had imagined her lips on his, the real kiss both currently shared was better than anything he had ever felt before. Slowly she parted her lips for him, tongue meeting his, giving him enough time to properly explore her mouth.

Just as Bucky ripped her nightgown off her chest, exposing all her naked glory to a panting Steve, she undid his tight sweatpants, mouth watering at the sight of Steve’s hard cock, tip flushed, covered in precum.

“Go ahead, have a taste, doll.” 

Bucky encouraged her, stepped into the shower, started to pump his own cock as his wife fell to her knees, ready to suck his best friend off. The sight was sinful, absolutely ungodly, though it made Bucky’s cock twitch, remembering all those times she had wrapped her lips around his length, choking on him.

She reached for Steve’s hand, placed it on top of her head, encouraging him to be as rough as he pleased. Teasingly her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, showing enough love to his pulsing veins, circling his tip, already high on his taste. He felt different than Bucky, not as thick, though just as heavy, a supersoldier just as much.

“Feels so good, darling.”

His words of praises coaxed a moan out of her, sound vibrating on his skin, running through his cock as she tried to take all of him. Steve would have to pull her mouth off his length way too soon for his liking, but he didn’t want to waste any of his cum, wanted to fill her to the brim with it - and not just her mouth.

As if she was reading his thoughts she pulled him out of her mouth, the wet pop echoed through the bathroom, eyes wandering towards a smirking Bucky, taking the hand he was reaching out for her to grasp. Impatient as one could be Steve followed her, welcoming the hot water that ran down his body, wetting his sweaty skin.

Seemingly her hands had a mind of their own, she grasped both of their cocks, tried to pump them in sync, wondering who she should kiss first. Her thoughts got interrupted by the sight of Steve and Bucky locking lips, kissing one another for the first time in decades, remembering all those things they had done behind closed doors.

He had been Steve’s first, had taught him most things he knew. Maybe Steve hadn’t just been jealous of Bucky, but also of (y/n) - knowing all about the pleasure his best friend could provide one with.

“Sh, relax your jaw, Stevie.” 

Bucky combed a hand through his friend's blonde hair, tugged on the roots as he forced himself into his mouth, groaning at the feeling. Steve was eager, ready to please his best friend, eyes glassy as he tried to swallow around Bucky’s cock. 

The sounds that rumbled through Bucky left Steve’s own cock twitching, aching to finally be touched. All he wanted to do was watch Bucky cum, the furrowed eyebrows, the teeth that would nibble on his lower lip as he’d release himself down Steve’s throat.

(Y/n)’s whimpers ripped the boys out of their trance, eyes clearly projecting the hot, burning lust that took over their bodies. She was needy - needy to feel them both, needy to feel as stuffed as possible.

“We got you doll, we’ll take good care of you.” Bucky murmured into his wife’s ear, turning her front towards Steve, cock rubbing against her ass. She’d take them both, would spread her walls for both supersoldiers, like the cockhungry slut she could be.

“Go ahead Steve, feel her.”

This was all he needed to hear, lips finding hers as he guided his cock towards her dripping slit, coating himself with her arousal, using her slick as lube, allowing him to slip right into her heat. (Y/n)’s head fell against Bucky’s chest, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, wrapping one leg around Steve’s waist, giving him the chance to thrust even deeper into her tightness.

She’d be the death of him, though he didn’t seem to care, would gladly die at the hands of a goddess. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

Bucky gave his best friend a few moments to fuck her raw, devouring her, ruining her with his cock. Just as he felt her hands reaching for his fingers, placing them on top of her clit, he began to ease himself into her from behind, groaning at the tightness that engulfed his cock. 

(Y/n) couldn’t stop moaning, screaming for the men she had loved for all her life. Her dreams were finally coming true, already addicted to the feeling of both men fucking her in sync.

“Do you like that doll? Do you like Steve fucking you?”

Her whimpers told him all he needed to know, fingers building up their speed, rubbing her pulsing clit. Bucky knew how to make her cum within a second, knew how to push her over the edge before she could realize what was going on. A writhing, slutty wife, the one that felt as if she was made for him.

The tight grip her walls had on Steve’s cock had him at her mercy, he’d do anything for her, would give his all for her if it meant that he could fuck her one last time.

“Fuck, can feel you squeezing my cock, darling.”

Both men smirked at one another, lips connected as she gave into her orgasm, fingernails clawed into Steve’s shoulders, head thrashing from one side to another, pressed against her husband's chest. Neither Steve nor Bucky spared her crying another thought, fucking her with all their might, leaving her screaming and begging.

“Want to feel you cum inside of me, pl-please.”

Her words almost got drowned out by the shower - though both seemed to pick up on her plea, skins slapping against hers, reaching for one another as they came inside of (y/n). Their cum filled her holes, painted her walls white, letting their heat spread through her used body.

The moment both slipped out of her they had to catch her trembling frame, face nuzzled into her husband's neck, smirking as she felt Steve’s hands rub up and down her spine. 

After years of pining after one another she had finally gotten her taste, finally feeling Steve Rogers. (Y/n) was sure that she wouldn’t ever be able to let go of him and deep down she knew that Bucky wouldn’t allow Steve to step out of their lives ever again.

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The part of the night they hadn’t anticipated was the girl they’d been ogling spotting them playing a game for the chance to fuck her, and suggesting that they don’t need to choose, they can just take turns. That had been the game changer.

Listening to Sam fuck her stupid through the wall of the motel room is seriously hot, and Dean has to fight to keep his hand out of his pants the whole time he sits waiting, hearing Sam grunt out filth that he never imagined he’d hear from his little brother’s mouth. And when Sam lopes back through the adjoining door between their rooms with sex ruffled hair and a smirk, with a quick aside of ‘She’s all yours’ before he ducks into the bathroom for a shower, Dean swears he feels his knees go weak.

Quick as he can, he makes his way into the ‘sex room’ as he decided to call it in his head, and found the girl laying in the centre of the bed, legs draped open, playing with the cum leaking out of her pussy. Dean has to grab himself through his jeans, scared he’ll come on the spot if he doesn’t cut himself off.

“You gonna fuck me or what, big boy?” The girl leers at him, and Dean strips down like he’s being timed and slots himself between her thighs and pushes home in one go. He finishes embarrassingly quickly, with Sam’s cum sloshing around his dick and leaking into his mouth where the girl had painted it on like lip gloss. He devours every drop.

Dean catches Sam’s eye from across the bar and nods towards the girl he’s picked out as a target. It’s a college bar, so Sam does the approach, seeing as he's the one who looks like he could still fit in here. Dean drops himself in a chair and watches Sam work, proudly — he’s the one who taught the kind everything he knows after all. He watches as Sam charms her easily, gets her a drink, asks if she wants to come sit down and motions to the table Dean’s sitting at.

“Dean, this is Y/N,” Sam introduces her, smoothly pulling out a chair for her and pushing it back to the table — a true gentleman. “Y/N, this is my brother, Dean.”

“Hey there,” Y/N smiles at him easily, and Dean can tell they’ve picked someone up for a good time.

“Hey yourself, sweetheart,” Dean gives her a wink and leans in closer. “So, Sammy tell you how we’re hoping this night’s gonna go?”

“He did,” Y/N nods and shoots a smirk at Sam, who reciprocates, and Dean feels his guts churning. “Said the back seat of your car was real comfy too,” she grins mischievously.

“Sam even puts a blanket down most of the time, real class act,” Dean laughs, gulping down more of his drink.

“Wow,” Y/N is sarcastically amazed, “you fellas know how to treat a lady right,” she sounds bitter but Dean can tell she’s joking. She wouldn’t have followed Sam over here in the first place if she wasn’t.

“We try our best,” Sam grins at her charmingly, and Dean can see Y/N melt a little looking at his baby bro’s eyes — he can’t blame her.

Several drinks later, Y/N starts getting handsy with both of them, and Sam suggests they think about moving their little party of three outside. They show Y/N out to the car, Dean opens the back door with a flourish and she slides gracefully inside, glancing back out with a hungry look in her eyes. “So, who’s joining me?” she flutters her lashes seductively, like we need any convincing, Dean thinks to himself.

“Sammy,” Dean grunts, making a ‘come here’ motion with his hands and then holding one out flat and the other on top in a fist in preparation. Sam sidles over to Dean, gait smug, like he already knows he’s gonna win and get first crack at Y/N — which of course he is, because that’s how Dean likes it. He holds up his hands in a mirror of Dean’s, and eyes not leaving each others’ they both beat their fists against their palms. 1, 2, 3.

“Ooh,” Sam hisses in mock sympathy when they look down and see Sam’s ‘rock’ beats Dean’s ‘scissors’. “Always with the scissors, Dean,” Sam gives him a condescending pat on the shoulder, like he doesn’t know what Dean’s doing, and maybe he doesn’t, Dean thinks. Maybe Sam truly doesn’t realise how fucked up I am.

Dean turns to head back into the bar as Sam slides himself into the backseat next to Y/N, but he stops in his tracks when she calls out the window — “Sure you don’t wanna watch, handsome?” Dean freezes, the possibility of actually getting to see Sam fuck this girl, not just imagine it, is more intoxicating than the drinks he’s downed tonight. To actually see Sam, stripped and vulnerable, losing himself inside some cunt… Dean had never even considered that as a possibility before, but now that the thought is in his mind he needs it, craves it. He spins on his heel, looking back at Sam, inwardly praying that his little brother will be gracious enough to grant him this one thing.

“I don’t mind,” Sam smirks, eyes darting back to Y/N and raking down her body. “If she wants you to watch her get used like a little fucktoy, she can have that.” Dean is back by the car in a heartbeat. Sam pulls the back door shut as Y/N climbs on his lap and starts kissing him, while Dean checks around furtively and slides into the front.

Y/N moans start to fill the small space of the car’s interior as she grinds enthusiastically down onto Sam. Dean watches Sam run his hands down her back and up under the hem of her skirt.  He wishes Sam would take her skirt off so he could see Sam’s hands on her ass, see his  fingers tearing into the lace panties that Dean had gotten a glimpse of when she slid into the backseat earlier on. They pull apart and Y/N pushes Sam’s shirt up and over his head, messing up his hair, before she runs her fingers through it and holds on tight, earning a pleased groan from Sam. Dean catalogues that knowledge for later use – not that he thinks he’ll be in a position to test it out on Sam, but it will be a nice detail to add to his tragic imaginary Sam, the one that knows how sick he is and doesn’t care.

Sam’s hands sneak up the back of Y/N’s top and Dean watches as he removes her bra with practiced ease, and he nods to himself – respect. Sam must be feeling her up now because his arms have disappeared to her front and she’s letting out some pretty little whimpers and arching into his chest. Y/N pulls her top off, then reaches for Sam’s jeans, undoing the belt, button and zip quick as she can. Sam pushes her off him and she sprawls to the side, facing Dean now, and her eyes seek him out.

Her chest is heaving, her breasts shuddering with each rise and fall of her chest, and Dean spends a moment taking in her body, appreciating the curves, before he notices her hands have snuck beneath her skirt and she’s clearly touching herself while she watches him. Dean flushes, reaching down to adjust himself in his jeans. “Enjoying the show?” she winks at him, and Dean nods wordlessly.

“Get back over here, and let’s give him a real show,” Sam grabs Y/N and drags her back onto his lap, still facing Dean. She straddles him and rubs herself over his crotch. Sam snakes his arms around her waist and pulls up the front of her skirt, so Dean can see Sam’s cock thrusting between her thighs, against the glistening satin and lace panties she’s wearing. Dean feels his dick leap in his jeans, and he reaches down to adjust himself again before he decides to just give in and let down his zip, pushing his hand inside his boxers to fist himself out of the material. “Wanna see me fuck her?” Sam grunts, eyes flicking up to catch Dean staring at their grinding hips.

Dean feels his cock leak across his fingers at Sam’s words. “Fuck yes,” he groans, stroking himself harder. “Fucking give it to ‘er Sammy.”

“Want me to give it to you sweetheart?” Sam breathes against Y/N’s neck, tucking her hair tenderly behind her ear and nipping at her earlobe. She squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers, Sam’s way with words clearly affecting her. “Gonna be a good little slut and take my cock? Let me use you up and then hand you over to my brother to finish you off?”

“Fuck, Sam please, please, just use me,” she pulls her panties to the side and tries to get Sam to slip inside her but she can’t quite find the angle, and she whines, desperate and frustrated.

“Wow, for someone who just wants to be a set of holes you sure are needy,” Sam growls and gets his cock in the right place and pulls her down his shaft slowly. “Thought you told me inside you’d let me do whatever I want to you, and you wouldn’t put up a fuss?”

“Just fucking fuck me already, please Sam,” Y/N is begging, grinding down onto Sam’s cock like a whore.  

Sam finally stops teasing her and follows through on his promise to use her. One of his hands comes up to wrap around her throat while he uses his other arm to keep her body pressed close against his, and he punches his hips into her hard, without abandon. Dean nearly chokes every time he catches a glimpse of Sam’s cock, bare and shiny with her slick, before he pushes back into her. It’s better than he could have imagined, watching Sam actually rail into a pussy instead of just hearing it through some flimsy drywall. It’s much easier to picture what Sam would look like fucking into him now that he’s seeing this.

“She feel good Sammy?” Dean is horrified to hear how strained his voice is when he speaks. He sounds like a goddamn girl with how fucking breathy he is.

“Uh huh,” Sam fucks into her quicker, like Dean’s question has spurred him on. “So wet, can feel her soaking into my thighs,” he moans. Dean refuses to let out the whimper that’s trying to escape his throat. “Gonna be even wetter for you,” Sam continues, leering up at Dean through his lashes, chin looped over Y/N’s shoulder. “She’s gonna be all messy when I’m done with her. But you like ‘em like that dontcha? Like ‘em strung out and used up?”

“Fuck,” Dean does almost whimper.

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, dropping her hips down in earnest against every one of Sam’s thrusts, and she snakes a hand down her front to start rubbing over her clit.

“Oh you wanna cum, do you? Think you earned that yet?” Sam bites against Y/N’s neck and bats her hand away from her core. “I think you’re gonna have to do a bit more before you get to cum. Gotta let me cum in you first, huh? Then you’re gonna be a good little cocksleeve for my big brother to get off in, and then, maybe, if you’ve been a good girl, we’ll make you cum.”

“Fucking hell,” she moans heavily, dropping her head back onto Sam’s shoulder. “C’mon then fuck me, want your cum inside me, please,” she whines, voice piercing in the small space.

“Yeah, that’s what Dean wants too,” Sam smirks, but he’s not looking at Dean now, he’s got his eyes closed tight and his head buried against Y/N’s shoulder. Dean thanks fuck for that, because when he heard Sam say that he knows Dean wants him to cum inside Y/N, Dean thought he was going to die of embarrasment. Obviously he wanted that, and in the back of his mind he knew Sam must know that he likes fucking the girls second, but they’d never talked about it. What did Sam think about the fact that Dean got off on fucking his little brother’s cum back into whatever warm body they’d picked out that day? He must be okay with it because they keep doing it.

Dean’s existential crisis is cut short when he hears the tell tale gasp and cut off whine that means Sam is cumming, and he looks up just in time to catch the  pure fucking bliss on his little brother’s face. His eyes flick down to where Sam and Y/N are joined and he watches, mesmerised, as Sam pulls out, his cock laced with the white of his release.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” Sam grunts, and shoves Y/N off his lap and onto her hands and knees so she can suck the cum back off his cock. Dean’s breath catches in his throat, desperately hoping she doesn’t swallow.

When she pulls off of Sam with a wet sound her mouth stays open and Dean can see the cum slipping from her lips. He reaches over the seat impulsively and grabs her hair, yanking her towards him and slamming their mouths together. Dean sucks her tongue into his mouth like he wants to bite it off, and he can’t keep in the moan that bubbles up from his chest when he tastes the bitter edge of Sam’s spunk on his tongue.

“C’mere,” Dean grunts against Y/N’s lips, dragging her over the top of the seat. It’s not graceful, it’s not attractive or sexy, it’s born of the intense desperation Dean has to feel something hot and wet around his dick, and when he pushes into Y/N’s cunt he knows he’s not going to win any records for stamina tonight. She’s tight, but it’s an easy fuck because she’s so so wet. Dean can feel Sam’s cum squeezing out of her every time he fucks in, pushing the creamy liquid out around his dick and grinding it into his jeans. They’re going to be ruined but he doesn’t give a fuck because this feeling is always worth it.

Y/N’s head is buried in the crook of his neck and Dean’s forehead is smashed into her shoulder as they cling to each other. Dean jumps when he feels hands on his shoulders, because the fingers are facing the wrong way for them to be hers – they’re Sam’s. He leans across Dean to kiss Y/N roughly, then yanks her head back by her hair, holding her out in front of Dean so they can watch her tits bounce while Dean fucks into her mercilessly.

“What d’ya think Dean, do we let her cum?” Y/N whines at the words and Dean can hear Sam smirking. “You’re gonna cum anyways aren’t you, you fucking slut. Gonna squeeze his cock real good for me? That’ll make you a real fuckin’ whore won’t it, going home with two guys’ loads in that pussy, huh?”

Sam’s taunts are cruel and mocking and fucking hot and Dean has never had to listen to Sam’s dirty talk while he was actually fucking something and he can’t handle it. He stills inside Y/N, gasping as he pumps his release inside her, mixes it up with Sam’s. Y/N is shaking around him and Dean thinks she must have cum too but honestly he’s so far gone he can’t even tell.

When Y/N climbs back over the seat to find her clothes, Dean stays put, still trying to catch his breath. He hears Sam open the door and walk her out, back to the bar. He shakes himself from his reverie and rushes to tuck himself back into his boxers. His jeans feel sticky, and they probably are ruined but he still doesn’t care. It was absolutely worth it.

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The cramps were killing you; you were sure of it. Never had they been this painful. Your uterus had reduced you to a useless lump, rolling around on your bed as you moaned aloud, and not in a cute way. Somehow, sometime, through the haze of agony, you’d sent Sam a delirious text, an SOS signal for painkillers and every chocolate bar in the state of Kansas.

When the doorbell rang, you stumbled to greet him, doubled over and clutching at your stomach. Sam’s beaming smile disappeared as the door swung open to reveal your unsightly state.

“Jesus, Y/L/N, are you alright?”

You managed to stand up a little straighter and send him a grimace of a smile, “Just peachy, Winchester.”

“Well here,” he rushed past you and started laying out the supplies he’d hauled over in two oversized grocery bags, “I got you some ibuprofen and a heating pad, because I read that that’s supposed to help. Which do you wanna try first?”

“Both,” you implored with grabby hands, “Hand me the goods.”

“OK,” Sam nodded and got to work getting you medicated and warmed up, “I also brought you some donuts and a couple cupcakes from that little bakery you like, and there’s chips in there too, all of your favorite flavors, and popcorn, in case you want a lighter, healthier option, and of course, chocolate galore. Oh, I also picked up a tub of that ice cream you’re obsessed with, though I read you shouldn’t be consuming too many cold foods or beverages right now.”

“Have I ever told you I love you?”

He chuckled and you wondered if those dimples had always looked so goddamned adorable. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well, it’s true. You’re my hero, Sam Winchester.” The grin you shot him contorted when a fresh surge of cramps bowled you over, but you waved him off as he stepped toward you in concern, “I’m fine. You should probably go back now. I know you’ve got exams to study for.”

Sam’s brows pulled together, “I’m not comfortable leaving you alone like this. Besides, who are you gonna eat all this food with?”

You knew the latter statement was just a flimsy veil of an excuse because Sam had never shared your (and Dean’s) affinity toward junk food, but you’d also never developed any immunity against those patented puppy dog eyes. It was far from the first time he’d subjected you to them, however, so you were rather flabbergasted when the way his enchanting hazel eyes flooded with worry and compassion unraveled a multitude of strange and foreign reveries in your brain. It must have been the hormones.

“What?” your best friend asked when he caught you ogling him with a dreamy look.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, “Just- you’re gonna make a really great boyfriend one day.”

Sam forced a laugh, but it sounded bitter and you didn’t know why.

From then on, your attraction toward him evolved at a mind-boggling rate. You’d always felt a desire to be around Sam all the time, but now you wanted to be around him all the time and suck his dick. But he never once expressed any interest in you beyond a platonic or brotherly love, and you were terrified of sinking your friendship that had already sailed so far out from shore.

There were times that made you question the way he saw you though. The first occurred when you were getting ready for the gym on a scorching summer day.

You padded out of your room in bare feet, a hair tie between your teeth whilst you gathered your unruly locks to secure them away from your face. As you bent down to put your socks and trainers on, Sam made a choking sound from his seat at the kitchen island.

“You alright, Sammy?” Despite outgrowing most things, he’d never quite outgrown that childhood nickname, although you and Dean were the only ones permitted to call him that now.

“Wait, you’re just gonna go out like that?” he inquired with a rough, incredulous edge in his tone, ignoring your concern.

Looking down at your ensemble of booty shorts and a sports bra, you sassed, “Well, yeah… I’m going to the gym.”

“Yeah, but don’t you think that’s a little too… Won’t you be cold?”

“Sam, do you know how many degrees it is outside right now?” Though your voice held nothing but skepticism, little embers of hope sparked inside you, ignited by the thought that he sounded not unlike a jealous boyfriend.

But they were all stomped out by his next words, “I know but… your gym’s got air conditioning, right? Here, take my hoodie in case you need it. You can just tie it around your waist for now.” He handed you the giant article of clothing with averted eyes.

Oh, you thought, so it hadn’t been the idea of other men seeing you in minimal clothing that bothered him, but rather eyeing you in an outfit so revealing made him uncomfortable. Perhaps you were right; he could only ever see you as a little sister.

This theory prevailed for months until it was disproved by an incessant suitor of yours.

Buzzing wildly, your phone lit up to display yet another series of inappropriate ‘textual advances’, the third set you’d received this week.

At your quiet groan, Sam immediately looked up from his spot across the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just this guy from work keeps hitting on me, and I don’t think he understands what ‘no’ means,” you sighed.

“What?!” Sam sounded startled and furious at the same time.

Rushing to placate him, you explained, “It’s not a big deal; it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. It’s just really annoying is all.”

“WHAT?! When? Who? Why didn’t you tell me? Let me see what he looks like. Give me his name and social security number.”

“Sam, calm down,” you laughed, “You don’t have go into overprotective big bro mode, OK?”

He puffed out an exasperated breath. “What? That’s not a thing. But If he won’t leave you alone and take ‘no’ for an answer, then this asshole needs to be taught some manners- I think I should have a chat with him.”

“OK, that is literally the definition of overprotective big bro mode.” Teasing him blanketed your own despair, though a wretched ache still constricted your chest at the notion of being ‘family-zoned’.

“It’s not- I’m not- I just don’t enjoy knowing that my best friend is being harassed and doing nothing about it,” Sam stuttered to clarify, gesticulating with his big hands.

Right, you thought, you’re just his best friend, Y/N. He doesn’t even love you enough to think of you as family.

And so, you learned to grin and bear it, stowing your feelings away as they inevitably grew, fed and fostered by Sam’s glowing brilliance and all the things he did that made him such a wonderful person and friend. You struggled to contain those feelings within you, smothering their every attempt to surface with a stupid excuse and a strained smile, until the day Sam did something that brought you to tears.

“You got me a puppy?!” you questioned dumbly as you stared at the unbearably adorable golden retriever pup, peeking out at you from within the aerated gift box whose lid you’d just removed. Unable to resist, you hoisted the little fella into your arms and cradled him against your chest, closing your eyes at the softness of his fur against your cheek and giggling when he began to lick your face.

When you reopened your eyes, it was to find Sam gazing at you with an awed smile. “Why?”

“Well, your birthday’s next month… but also, I noticed you’ve been kinda down a lot lately and since you won’t talk to me about it, I thought maybe this fluffball could help cheer you up,” Sam told you as he reached out to scratch the puppy behind its ears. “Wait, are you crying?”

“What- No!” you denied instantly, turning your face to the side, “My allergies must be acting up or something.” The truth was you were touched by Sam’s gesture, and after what felt like centuries of repressing your unrequited love for the man, you’d reached a breaking point, made worse by the fact that it’d been your fall for him that landed you down in the dumps in the first place, and this oblivious attempt to lift you out only made you love him more.

“Y/N, you don’t have any allergies.”

“Shut up, you don’t know me!”

Sam laughed, prying the pup from your hands when it began to squirm toward him, “I know you better than anyone else in the world, well maybe apart from Dean, but the point is, I know something’s been bugging you. I just wish you’d tell me what it is, but every time I try to bring it up, you dodge the question and act cold and distant for days after. I’m starting to feel like I did something wrong. If that’s the case, please just tell me so I can try to fix whatever it was that upset you.”

“OK no, you cannot do the puppy dog eyes while holding an actual puppy!” you objected, “That’s just not fair! Also, I thought the dog was for me. Why do I suddenly feel outnumbered?”

Sam said nothing; he simply readjusted the pupper until its little head was tucked beneath his chin and together they hit you with what must’ve been the world’s most indomitable quartet of puppy dog eyes.

Defenseless, you bit your lip and groaned, “OK fine, you really wanna know?”

“If I haven’t made that clear by now, I might have to reconsider my enrollment in law school. Y/N, you know you can tell me anything right? I thought this,” a long index finger gestured between the two of you, “was about honesty and always having each other's backs.”

Although you never wanted to jeopardize your friendship, you knew Sam was right. He deserved better than lies and deceit. He deserved the truth. “Sam, that's the thing… I don't wanna do ‘this’ anymore,” you paused to inhale a deep, shuddering breath, “because I love you.”

Hurt flashed across Sam’s features before they settled into an expression closer to confusion, “OK, I seriously need to change career paths because I'm not following your logic. You don't want to be friends anymore because you love me?”

“Yes! But I don't love you the way you're thinking or the way you love me, you stupid Winchester. I'm in love with you!” Sam’s mouth fell open though no words escaped so you rambled on, “I probably have been since we were ten; I just never noticed it until you brought me cupcakes and chocolate when I was on my period that one time because I’m an idiot. But then I fell into the black hole of loving Sam Winchester and nothing has ever been the same. I started noticing things beyond the reasons I love you as a friend. Things like… the pinkness of your lips, and the length of your neck, or your shoulder-to-waist ratio, or the size of your hands, and just the size of you in general- I mean, what happened to the skinny kid who only came up to my ear?” A somewhat lopsided grin broke out across his face, but you were nowhere near done.

“I know all the ways you touch your face and push your hands through your hair, memorized every wayward strand that’s hugged your cheekbones, how your chest heaves when you get mad or after a workout, the types of smiles and frowns that make your dimples pop the most, and do not get me started on the number of colors in your eyes or the way they’re constantly changing like the goddamn sky- I mean, what the fuck?! Is there any part of you that isn’t mind-blowingly perfect?!”

Sam’s jaw was once again loose, and the golden ball of fluff roaming between your legs on the loveseat had gone unusually quiet, as if he knew something big was going down, so you figured you’d go for a home run, “And that’s why it’s gotten hard to be around you because every time you smile, I wanna melt into a puddle and fit my thumb in your dimple. And every time you’re upset, I wanna run to you and hold you in my arms forever, run my fingers through your hair and tell you that it’s gonna be OK, remind you that you’ve always got me, that I’ll be here for you through anything, even if you don’t want me the I way I want you. But worst of all… basically anytime you do anything, even the most mundane of things ‒ sometimes as simple as breathing ‒ I get this unquenchable urge to kiss you… anywhere you’d let me. So yeah, I don’t wanna be just your best friend anymore because I love you more than anyone else in the world… well, maybe apart from this little guy,” you snuggled the pup who had found its way onto your lap, hoping that its utter cuteness would distract you from the upcoming heartache.

But the rejection never came. Instead, Sam scooted closer to you and took your head gently in his expansive hands, lifting your face toward his, “Are you done?” He was incredibly close and your lungs seemed to lack oxygen so you nodded wordlessly. “Good. Because I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

You were in shock as his lips approached yours, but managed to tilt your head just in time to avoid a collision between your noses. The kisses were short, soft, and slow at first, testing the waters as your mouths grew acquainted, but it didn’t take long for your body to respond with the urgent need it had been subduing for so long, applying a desperate force behind your voracious lips as your equally ravenous hands reached out for whatever part of him you could get a hold of. But as Sam’s tongue finally entered your mouth, a high-pitched whimper pierced the air and you pulled away, reluctant but happy.

Thus, Bones went from having one human to two. And as the pooch grew, so did your relationship. It took some time to adjust to your new roles, privileges, and pet names, but now when the monthly cramps assailed you, Sam would be there when he could, a big warm hand on your lower stomach in lieu of a heating pad. And when he couldn’t, Bones happily took his place. The gym became a couples retreat, where you’d even occasionally attempt those partner workout routines that nauseated everyone in your vicinity, while home workouts involved Sam doing push ups with you and Bones on his back for added resistance. And best of all, you got to appreciate not only the way Sam looked in a suit when he was off to work, but also the way he looked in his birthday suit in your bed.

Next to that, cuddling became your favorite development. Watching TV often resulted in your moose of a boyfriend laid across the custom-length couch with his head in your lap, while Bones stretched himself out on Sam’s chest. You could spend hours playing with your man’s hair, combing your fingertips through his satiny tresses and scraping your nails gently against his scalp. Sam would moan in relief after a long day at the office, kissing your thigh in thanks while he ran his own hand lazily through Bones’ fur. If ever you stopped the petting train, they would both whine whilst looking up at you with those masterful pleading eyes.

You also discovered that Bones had no problem with intimacy as long as he was involved, which meant make out sessions frequently led to your fur baby squeezing himself between the two of you, splayed out on his back and looking for belly rubs, a tongue stuck out to the side in glee when his owners acquiesced without fail. In fact, you concocted a game, when Sam was feeling low, in which you peppered his face with loud kisses to see how long it would take for Bones to join the fun, never ceasing until Sam was drowning in love and doggy slobber. Still, nothing compared to waking up on his chest after a stormy night, opening your eyes to find your sleepy fido snug and content beneath a tanned, vascular forearm, while deft, elongated fingers frolicked through your hair.

And it turned out Sam was just as good at romance as he was everything else, routinely surprising you with little love notes sprinkled about the house, (eloquent words that reminded you of your worth or beauty or simply the fact that he loved you), your favorite breakfast foods in bed, and once even a rare, original edition signed copy of your favorite book.

So on a haphazard day off, in an effort repay him, you picked out a racy new lingerie set and then procured every clichéd requisite: a candlelit atmosphere, fresh strawberries and whipped cream, rose petals on the bed, and even chocolate fondue. But as Sam’s car pulled onto the driveway, Bones got his muzzle into the whipped cream, which somehow left you hobbling frantically toward the door on one stilettoed heel when the key began to turn within the lock.

“Wait! Wait! Don’t come in yet!” You stumbled to slip on the other shoe before striking your best seductive pose in the doorway, and after hurriedly fixed your hair, resolutely flung the door open to come face to face with the one and only Dean Winchester, who went wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight of your risqué get-up.

“Shit!” you cried out in alarm, racing to cover yourself, “Fuck me!”

“Oh, I’m sure Sammy would be happy to,” came Dean’s suave and slightly smug response.

“Dean!” Sam’s deep voice boomed in protest when he finally recovered from shock beside his leering brother, jerking a huge hand up to cover Dean’s eyes when you turned around to grab yourself a throw blanket.

You could barely make eye contact with either of them when you returned.

“Well, I think our football and beer plans can wait for another night, brother. Oh and uh... congratulations!” Clapping Sam on the shoulder, Dean left with a signature wink-and-smirk.

Never again did you attempt to surprise Sam with anything remotely sexual, though it did happen unintentionally when you were working overtime in your living room one memorable weekend.

Sam wore a knowing grin as you walked dejectedly toward him, no doubt finding amusement in your childish pout.

“I told you to take a break,” he said as he set his book down on the arm of the barrel chair he was sat in, welcoming you to crawl into his lap with open arms and a slight smirk.

You did so without pause, pushing your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and nuzzling your nose into his throat. “Yeah, but I wanted to figure it out,” you mumbled against his pulse.

“I know, and you will, baby. But you can’t just keep going at it for hours without rest. You gotta give your body what it needs.”

“Well, right now it needs you.” You ventured out of your burrow to look imploringly into his kaleidoscope eyes, but before you could make your next move, a seventy-pound attention seeker bounded over and up into Sam’s lap as well. “Bones, you cockblock!”

Your love-induced giggle fest was interrupted by Sam’s ringtone. “Oh shit, I’ve gotta take care of this.”

“What?” you frowned, unable to conceal your disappointment.

“Just some urgent paperwork the firm sent me.”

“So no sex?”

Sam’s dimples reappeared as he pecked your pouted lips, “Maybe later, baby girl.”

Forced to disband, you watched as he grabbed his laptop and pulled out a chair at your dining table, a devilish idea popping into your head.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam asked when you began to climb into his lap again.

“I wanna try something. You can still work, I promise.” Undoing his pants, you bit your lip as soon as you saw the SAXX logo.

Though he moaned at the implication, Sam complained, “Baby, Bones is right there.”

“We’ll cover his eyes; he won’t even know what’s happening.”

“We are not traumatizing our dog just because you can’t keep it in your pants!”

You whined, overcome by a sudden onslaught of neediness and insatiable horniness. This happened quite often around Sam. “Fine, I’ll take him to the yard.” Up before he had a chance to dissuade you, you hollered for the dog, “Come on, buddy! Let’s go play outside, yeah?”

Crawling beneath the table when you returned, Sam started as you began to tug at his pants from below. “Shhh, you don’t have to do anything; just pretend I’m not here.” You finally freed his gorgeous dick, pleased to find it already semi-hard, and proceeded to lick a thick stripe up its underside before swirling your tongue and puckering your lips around the tip.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can do that,” Sam strained.

After a few more kitten licks, you took hold of his shaft and used it to pull yourself up, relishing the hiss Sam let loose as you moved to straddle him, lifting your skirt and grinding your bare sex against his.

“Babe,” he exhaled in warning, clenching his teeth to restrain himself.

“Just ignore me, baby boy,” you countered whilst circling his thick diameter with your hand. Just a few practiced and vigorous strokes had him hard as a rock and ready to ride, but you were only going to keep him warm until you could.

As your hands moved to his shoulders, Sam’s vast ones, that had been uselessly perched atop his keyboard finally relented, grasping your hips with a light squeeze. They subconsciously helped raise your body enough for you to rub your slick across his length before lining up to gradually lower yourself, inch by painstaking inch. Erring on the side of caution, you retreated a few times, ever so slightly, on your way down, because although you were soaking for him, Sam was massive and usually opened you up with his fingers first.

“Nnngh,” he groaned, tossing his head back with closed eyes, “Fucking marry me already!”

“What?!” With a gasp, you slid right down the rest of the length, swallowing him whole as your butt cheeks slapped against his muscled thighs and a duet of unfiltered, pornographic moans echoed through the room.

To recover from the incredible feeling of fullness, you rested your head upon his immense shoulder while fluttering around him. “Did you just ask me that because I’m literally keeping your cock warm?” you wondered through a breathless giggle.

“Fuck. No. I didn’t mean to- That wasn’t supposed to-“ You pulled back to smile gently at him, perpetually amazed by the precious, puppy-like behavior of this six-foot-four hunk of a man, particularly during a time like this.

Sam sighed and pressed his forehead to yours. “I’ve actually been thinking about it for some time now.” His cock twitched within you and you couldn’t withhold the quiet sound of appreciation that consequently escaped you.

“Fuck,” he repeated, “This is not how it was supposed to go.”

“You had a plan?” As you whispered the words, you felt your pelvic muscles unwittingly pulse around him at the thought.

Giant hands caressed your outer thighs as Sam grunted, “No, not really. But I’ve known that I wanted to marry you for a long time now, and this is not how I pictured the proposal to go.”

“It’ll make a hell of a story though.”

Sam snorted, “No one will ever hear of this. I demand a redo.”

You rested your triceps on his shoulders and let your fingers roam into his hair, fondling the silken strands and raking across his scalp, unknowingly sending shivers down Sam’s spine as he spoke.

“It’s not my fault I can’t control myself around you. It’s been decades and you’re still the only person who’s ever had this effect on me, who I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with… Would it be too cheesy to call you my missing puzzle piece right now?”

You groaned in both laughter and arousal at the reminder of his member still fully sheathed within you, letting your forehead fall against his once more.

“I’m so sorry it just came out like that,” he said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’m not,” you contended while pushing his bangs out of his face in return, “Ask me again.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You swore he swelled even more inside you and you responded with a clench, “I’d never marry another.”

“That’s not exactly an answer,” Sam pointed out, bucking up slightly in protest.

“Ungh! Hell yes, Winchester!” With your head thrown back in ecstasy, you bounced a bit on his lap, in search of friction.

Slamming his laptop shut, Sam growled, “Fuck paperwork, how am I supposed to concentrate when I’ve got my future wife wrapped around me?”

Your answer involved swaying above him to change the angle while yanking lightly at his hair and clenching him tighter.

“Oh, you’ve got it coming, baby girl! Bones can wait another hour, right?”

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Jensen had closed the door of the suite behind him as they stepped into Y/N’s room together. With lips swollen from their heavy makeout in the elevator, he wasted no time as she found herself pinned to the wall by the actor's strong hands. In the fairly lit room, she noticed his wedding band was now missing. Y/N knew Jensen and his wife's relationship was on the rocks even before she had started to work on the SPN set. Which was also the reason why few months ago, the hide-and-seek between them and the hungry paps with cameras had started.

Hands on her hips, Jensen had pulled her close on the set, more than the director demanded it. That night, he had found himself standing inside her trailer, after the fated shot. The heart wants what it wants and just as the saying went, they had given in to their burning desires. In a moment of weakness, Jensen had broken off every single one of his vows and destroyed any hope of salvaging his relationship with his estranged wife.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jensen ripped her blouse off, unhooking her bra quickly, barely containing his eagerness before stepping out of his own jacket. Y/N clutched at the ends of the counter, knocking off the magazines lying on top of it and draping her other arm around Jensen's firm body. He delicately cupped her face as his mouth devoured hers. She could taste the mint and coffee on his lips feeling his teeth graze roughly against her, making her moan into him. The actor pushed her legs apart with his knees and stood close between her thighs as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

In desperate need of air, they momentarily separated before Jensen dipped his head down again, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck. Y/N’s legs buckled under his hypnotic touch when his mouth found her pulse point and she supported herself against his body. Jensen's hands moved down to her breasts, kneading them. His fingers caressed her hard nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud.

“Jay, please-” Y/N could only form two words as Jensen flicked her nipple while his fingers worked on the other one, spurring her on. Words weren't quite necessary, cause the man knew exactly what she needed. He knew her every tic, her every emotion like the back of his hand and Y/N was aware of that fact as well. No one could ever worship her body like he did.

Jensen was still wearing the black polo shirt, his noticeable bulge painfully straining in his jeans. She felt her wetness dampening the fabric of her panties as she thrusted her hips forward in need of some friction, her heated core brushing against his bulge.

Pulling apart for a second, Jensen’s viridian eyes studied her as his hands sneaked under her skirt. He watched her intently as she sucked on her bottom lip, closing her eyes when his fingers grazed past her soakedpanties.

A moan escaped her wet lips when Jensen's fingers hooked themselves with the waistband and in one swift pull, got rid of the panties. It quickly glided down her legs, pooling at her feet. He teased her by flicking at her bundle of nerves, making her lean her head back against the wall.

Y/N swayed on her feet a little, her hold on his shoulders tightening as she finally felt her legs give away when his fingers rubbed circles on her clit.

“Fuck-” she panted as he pushed a single finger inside her.

“Have you been thinkin’ about me all day?” Jensen leaned towards her ears, his scruff grazing across her neck. Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice, eyes still squeezed shut in sheer ecstasy.

“Sweetheart, use your words.” He ordered as his finger curled inside her.

“Yeah-fuck, yes.” Jensen kissed below her ear, smirking against her skin when she obediently answered him.

“I have been thinkin’ about you too, counting down the hours till I could get you alone.” He whispered against her neck. She mewled at the feeling of him adding another finger, his thick digits stretching her out as they curled inside her. “That little dress wasn't helping either.”

“Uh-huh,” she could feel the coil inside her tightening as his finger worked their way inside her, his thumb rubbing at her folds and clit, edging her on.

“I have thinkin’ all day about you clenching around my fingers and then my cock-” his words had an immediate effect as she clenched around his fingers as he kept pumping into her, “you've thinkin’ about that too, huh?” Y/N nodded again.

“What did I say? Words.” His other hand travelled down her body, stopping at her stomach and he pinched at her waist. “Words, baby.”

“I-I have been thinki-” Y/N panted when she realised she was close to her climax. Jensen picked up his pace and pumped his fingers faster into her, brushing past her g-spot over and over again.

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

Oh, when you hear me, honey, baby,

You know you're my one desire

“Lemme say it, sweetheart. I know you've been thinking how I would make you come on my fingers, how my dick is gonna fill you up, make you come all over me. Don't lie.” Jensen's every assumption was right to the dot. She had been thinking of everything to the last detail since the moment she watched him get out of his car, right outside of the convention building. But there was another thought on her mind, the image of him pushing her against one of the counters of his empty brewery a few weeks ago with him buried deep inside her.

That was the last she had seen Jensen before the convention as he had gone back home to his wife.

His wife.

The one woman he had promised to be with in sickness and health, till death do them apart. Guilt clouded Y/N’s mind but all rational thoughts flew out of the window when he lowered his head, kissing the neck and the coil inside her finally snapped.

With a cry of his name, she came undone on his fingers, her legs finally giving away but Jensen's hold prevented her from toppling over. He pulled his fingers out as she whimpered at the feeling. His digits still covered in her juices, Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N panted, trying to come down from the high but she wanted more. She needed to feel him.

“Y/N-” Jensen rasped, looking right at her with lust blown eyes. Y/N smacked her lips at the sight of his freckled, toned body.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He smirked as Y/N eagerly reached out for his belt buckle.

“Uh-huh.” She agreed. Jensen bit back a moan when she reached out to palm his bulge. He threw his head back at the feeling of her hand on his erection through his jeans.

“It has been weeks-” Jensen said, clearly hinting at their last time together at the brewery. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans along with his boxers, his erection springing free from its confines.

“Baby, it has been weeks since I felt your tight pussy wrapped around me. Fuck.” Y/N looked at him with hooded eyes and wrapped her fingers around his length, running her palm along its shaft and her thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, already lined with beads of precum. Jensen hiked her skirt up, pushing her hands away and gave his hard cock a few slow strokes. He nudged her sensitive core with his swollen tip, all while pulling out sweet, sinful noises out of her.

“Jay,” he loved hearing her needy moans, her voice raspy when she called out his name. His hands grabbed her ass and picked her up. Hooking her legs and arms behind him, with her back still firmly pushed up against the wall, Jensen lined himself with at her entrance.

Grunting, he pushed himself into her and wrapped his arms around her body. Y/N’s mouth fell open with an inaudible moan at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Jensen placed a chaste kiss on her lips as he let her adjust to his size before slowly pulling out of her, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside, and pushed back in again, much deeper than before.

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him close as she bucked up her hips to match his rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jensen grunted as he started to thrust faster.

Y/N whimpered, her eyes fluttering close as Jensen snapped his hips forward before slowly drawing them back. With every thrust, she inched closer to her release as their breathing became ragged. The actor’s skin was flushed, his cheeks turning a bright red with beads of sweat lining his forehead as he felt her clench around her. Her nails dug into his back as the coil inside her tightened.

“‘M so close,” she whispered, as he continued to mercilessly pound into her.

“Cum around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you all over me-” Jensen growled into her ears, tugging on her earlobes with his teeth and his breath tickled her neck, making her quiver. Jensen had an effect on her that no one ever had. Sometimes, she would say to herself that Millie was a really lucky woman who got to have Jensen all the time and not just on convention weekends and sneaky nights spent in his empty brewery or a trailer park.

And Y/N was the one who was ruining their relationship. A home-wrecker. The tabloids would rightfully call her that if they ever found out about their twisted relationship.

“Jensen, fuck-” a cry of pure ecstasy left her lips as the coil inside her snapped once more and she felt herself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen's thrust had become sloppy. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting a few more times. Burying his face in the crook of her neck a muffled scream of her name escaped his lips as he spilled into her, his white, hot seed coating her walls.

He lazily circled his hips a few times, his cock becoming soft inside her before he pulled out of her. His cum trickled down her leg, when he set her down, Y/N felt herself go weak in her knees when she tried to stand.

“Hi,” Jensen smiled, their eyes meeting, before he leaned forward.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered back. They stood together, holding each other closely with their foreheads touching. Guilt seeped into her and so did despair but she didn't regret any moment they spent together.

“Let me clean up the mess,” Jensen said.

“I'm gonna hop into the shower.” She said, holding out the hope that he would join her but he didn't.

“Alright.” It was all he said. Dejected, she pulled away from him and made her way towards the shower. All she wanted was to spend every single minute with him before he went back to his room to keep up the facade of his happily married life.

In the shower, Y/N thought about the day she had first met Jensen when she was a newbie on the set and reflected back on their rollercoaster of a relationship. There was an instant connection between them. Jensen was always such a gentleman. He truly cared for her, but love... she didn't know if even the idea of love existed between them or if she was just an affair.

She stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Jensen was now In his boxers. He gave her a nod and moved past her into the bathroom. A sad smile formed on her lips as she watched him walk away. She put on a comfortable pair of pjs and crawled into the bed, under the covers, waiting for the exact moment when Jensen stepped out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. And just like every other time, she would watch him leave after he kissed her forehead and told her he doesn't have a choice.

This time though, it was going to be different.

Y/N didn't want Jensen to leave, neither did she want to watch him go so she squeezed her eyes shut, adamant of not responding when he walked up to her.

She flinched when he heard the bathroom door shut. She counted down the minutes till the goodbye kiss but instead she felt the other side of the bed dip down with a familiar weight. Opening her eyes, she felt his hand wrapping around her waist. Jensen was in her bed. She turned to face him.

He was breathing slowly. His long lashes rested against his cheek and his freckled face reflected the look of absolute contentment.

Said you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh, you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh when I feel you near me little girl

I know you are my one desire

“You're staring.” He whispered.

“You're staying.” She replied back, making his beautiful eyes flutter open.

Pursing his lips together, he said, “Do you not want me to?”

“No-I mean, yes. Stay…But, what about Jared?”

“What about him?” He scrunched up his face in confusion.

“What if he finds out about us?” Y/N asked as she panicked. Hiding this relationship from Jared was the hardest task. He was like a brother to Jensen so he didn't want to lie to him but it was important to keep him in the shadows.

“Let him find out. I don't care anymore-”

“Jensen!” Y/N exclaimed. She didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

“It's okay, Y/N.” He said.

“How is it okay?”

“Millie and I are over. I finally ended it.”

Her mouth fell open in complete surprise. Of everything she had expected, this was the last thing she was anticipating to hear. “Our relationship was long dead anyway. We have separated. I'm filing for a divorce once I go back home this week.” Y/N would lie if she said that the thought of him choosing her over his wife had never crossed her mind.

“It's all because of me, isn't it-”

“No. No, sweetheart. We were already over even before I met you. I was just too scared to admit it to myself but then I met a girl, we talked. It was epic and the thought of losing her scared me more than anything else.” Jensen caressed her cheek, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He felt a burden being lifted from his shoulders. He could finally be with the woman he truly loved.

“Does this mean no more hiding?” She said, tears pooled in her eyes. Y/N needed to hear him say it now that she could shout it from the rooftops Jensen belonged to her, and she to him.

“Being with you made me realise what I was missing. All this while, I wasted my time trying to work on a dead relationship when I should have realised sooner that it was a lost case. That you are the one I want 'cause baby, I can't quit you. Millie and I would have never worked out no matter how many couple’s therapy we went to….I have never regretted a single moment I have spent with you. I love what we have. I love you.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in everything he said. Her mind was reeling from his sudden declaration. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as the corners of her lips tugged up, forming a smile but she was too overwhelmed to say anything, which Jensen took the wrong way and it scared him.

“Y/N-” his smile disappeared as his hand dropped from her cheeks, “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?” Y/N immediately moved towards him. Her hands raked through his soft hair before she pulled him in for a longing kiss.

“I didn't even realise when I became yours but I know it happened at some point, Jay. I love you so much.” Y/N said. With smiles and their eyes sparkling with newfound happiness, they stayed in bed as Y/N nuzzled into his side. Jensen's warm hands were wrapped around her and she smiled against his chest. For the first time, the fear of losing Jensen didn't cross her mind because she knew he would stay with her that night and all that would follow. She was going to wake up with him by her side and didn't have to sneak behind anyone's back anymore.

She was happy and in love and so was Jensen.

“Y/N,” tutted Danneel. You tore your eyes away from where Jensen was breathing deeply on the bed. She grabbed your chin and you swallowed, staring up at her. “He is being punished for playing with himself all week without permission. Do you want to be punished too?”

“No,” you breathed out. God you didn’t know what it was about her. She stressed about everything, freaked out over if this was late or that wasn’t going to plan or if the freaking paint took longer to dry than it said on the can.

But put her in a bedroom and she reveled in the control she had. The raw power she could express with a simple motion of a finger. She looked you up and down, smirking darkly. Jensen groaned when he caught it, knowing his pleasurable torture was just beginning. 

“Be a babe and go give our boy a welcome home kiss,” she said. You stood and got a smack on the ass, crawling up to the bed. She spanked you again when you headed for his face, a quick tap on your cheek sending you the other direction. Jensen took a deep breath as you took his hard cock in your mouth, precome steadily leaking from him. You hollowed your cheeks and bottomed out as you hit the base of his cock, a vibrating cock ring on him making him squirm. He whimpered and you saw a small remote get tossed on the bed, Danneel climbing up and straddling his face. “The faster you eat me out the faster I’ll let you come.”

He practically yanked her on top of him, resting herself over his face. She arched her head back and smiled, Jensen’s hands squeezing her hips hard.

“Stop that. Be a good boy or I’ll tie you down and leave it on all night,” she warned. He slid his hands down to his sides slowly, fingers tight in the sheets. You caught her staring in your direction and you started to deep throat Jensen’s cock as best you could. On the one hand, you didn’t want to make him come. He wasn’t allowed without permission and Jensen never could quite hold off if your goal was to push him over the edge. After all, you’d been in his position plenty of times, Jensen eating you out, fucking you, sending you into delirium. When you played like this, he was almost always on bottom and you’d do almost anything for him.

But he had been naughty last time you were the one being tested. You smiled and suckled the head, working it with your tongue. Danneel panted as she came, gripping the headboard tightly. She pulled you off his cock and grabbed your hips, lining him up with you, slowly pushing you down.

You didn’t wait for her order to start rolling your hips lightly, Jensen throwing his head back. Danneel crawled up and stroked a hand through his hair, kissing his swollen wet lips.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. You’re always my good boy, aren’t you? You’re perfect. So damn perfect,” she purred against his cheek, sweat dripping off of him.

“Please I can’t,” he breathed out, whole body flush. 

“Yes you can. Wait for Y/N. She’s been so patient,” said Danneel. She grinned and reached under the pillow, pulling out a small vibrator. She turned it on and pressed it against your clit, the strong vibrations making you shout and lose your pace. “Come when you need to babe. Ride him on out.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, toes tensing as you got higher and higher, the pressure in your core threatening to snap. Your orgasm started low and deep, Danneel increasing the vibe strength and ripping a scream out of you. You heard her do something and say something, suddenly wetness filling you up and up and up as he came. You squeezed Jensen’s cock hard before falling face first onto his chest, one of his strong arms lazily wrapping around you while he breathed deeply.

“You two are just so damn amazing,” cooed Danneel, a finger tracing along the lip of your pussy. She smeared something over it, both you and Jensen shuddering when she slipped a long finger in beside him. “No no. Keep that come inside where it belongs. Don’t even think about getting up until he’s soft.”

“And when I’m soft?” asked Jensen, Danneel kissing both your cheeks.

“Then you can eat her out and clean up your mess you made while I ride you fast and hard. You ain’t leaving this bed until you got nothing left to give, got it my good boy?”

“Yes mam,” he said, the both of you feeling him start to shrink inside of you.

“Oh and Y/N? Don’t spill a drop. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste for our boy, would we?”

The brothers agree that, for the time being, they will keep up appearances, and you’re left only with your husband throughout the night, allowing him to use you however he sees fit. Claire, your husband informs you, has been tasked by John to watch over you, and demands that you keep your relationship with his brother and father a secret.

You don’t understand why he would even care if anyone knew, but you don’t question him. After a few days, though, it becomes clear that the Novaks are extremely religious, and are high members of society in America. You gather that the Winchesters must be as well, remembering how John had said that people were starting to ask why neither brother had married yet, despite being well-past marrying age.

You see a different side of your husband once you start to give into the demands of him and his brother. Threats of punishment are replaced with sweet words and soft touches. John keeps his distance during the first week, something you're grateful for, pleasing Sam and Dean is much easier when John isn't around.

Ten days into your journey, your body becomes accustomed to the swaying on the sea. You haven’t seen John other than at dinner, where you sit silently between the men, knowing better than to speak unless spoken to. There’s a knowing smirk between John and your husband, and you notice a slight nod from him.

That night, your husband doesn’t join you in your stateroom, instead you assume he is taking up with his brother. You naively believe that you will get a reprieve tonight and will be able to sleep soundly for the first time in nearly a fortnight.

Just before you allow yourself to drift off, the door to your room opens and the thick body of John enters, mumbling something about it being too long.

“Don’t look so disappointed, darlin’,” John tsks as he removes his clothes, licking his lips as he approaches your bed. “Did you think I was gonna stay away forever?” You don’t respond, knowing there’s no right answer to his question. “That’s alright darlin’, Daddy’s here now, and he’s gonna take good care of you.”

The bed groans under his added weight when he climbs on, and you don’t resist as he nudges your thighs apart. He lifts your nightgown, discarding it to the floor, noting that once you arrive at your new home you’ll no longer be wearing undergarments. Heat fills your cheeks at thought, John making the snide remark for easier access.

John runs his hand against your slit, teasing you and working you into a finger. You grind your hips against his palm, desperate for more friction. John lets out a low chuckle, “such a good slut, so needy,” before slipping a finger into your weeping hole. His mouth makes his way up your body, latching onto a nipple, and swirling his tongue around it.

A second finger has you whining as John pumps them in and out of you. His lips catch yours and he kisses you passionately. John moves his body and lets his head rest between your legs. You’re in pure ecstasy when his lips attach to your clit, and his fingers pump harder and faster inside of you. You reach out, grabbing at his short locks, unintentionally holding him in place. John chuckles at your reaction, lifting his head and you see your arousal covering his lips. You hate that now you crave his touch, and how he’s learned to play your body like an expert. John draws out your orgasm, teasing you, taking you to the edge over and over again but not letting you fall over.

“Wanna hear you beg for it, darlin’,” he whispers gently in your ear, it’s almost unnerving. John places sweet, soft kisses on your lips, and gingerly moves your hair away from your face. You can fully take in his features, his chocolate eyes are lust blown, but not as hungry as they were before. Your hands curl into his salt and pepper hair, and his thrusts slow, before he stops completely. “Tell me how much you wanna cum, how much you want me fillin’ you up.”

“Please, Jo– Daddy, please.” John grins at the moniker, noting how quickly you've learned your place. You whine as he shoves his fingers back in, curling them slightly to reach that sweet spot inside you. John returns his mouth to your bundle of nerves, and the overstimulation of your clit becomes too much for you to bear.

Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, white flashes fill your vision and warmth spreads from your head to toes. Coming down from your high, you feel yourself still wanting, needing, more from John. His cock rubs against you, but he doesn't give you what you want, instead rubbing at your swollen clit with his spongy head.

“Oh darlin', you want me to fuck you?” he smiles, and flips the two of you over, positioning himself underneath you. For a brief moment you think about trying to escape. But a quick shift in the ship reminds you that even if you get away from John now, you have nowhere to go. "Get my dick nice and wet, show me how much you want it."

You’re unsure what to do, and John positions your dripping pussy over his cock. Instead of entering you, he encourages you to rub your pussy up and down his shaft. You don’t understand why, until a low moan comes from him, and murmurs of good girl escape his lips. You grind harder against his cock, watching as precum leaks from the tip of his slit. You lean forward, gripping your hands against his pecs.

“Goddamn, babygirl.” John groans, pulling you down to capture your lips against his. Warmth fills you at his praise, how the Winchesters have conditioned you so quickly is embarrassing, but at this point you're too far gone to care. “Put my cock in that tight little pussy of yours and I’ll give you what you want so badly.”

You obey, lifting your hips and notching the tip of his cock at your entrance. You sink down slowly, allowing your body to accommodate his thick member. It’s a delicious burn, and a whine leaves you as you give an experimental roll of your hips. John’s fingers grip your waist, and he helps you find a steady rhythm, and before you know it, you’re bouncing on his cock like a harlot on the streets of London.

When John thrusts upward, you can’t contain your scream as you cum hard around him. Your orgasm seems to trigger his own, and you can feel his sticky seed coating your walls.

“Ma’am are you al–” You look over to see who you quickly realizes is Jack, Captain Novak’s eldest child. His cheeks flush, confusion to see you in what appears to be the throes of passion, not with your husband, but with his father. John laughs and invites him into the room, Jack begins to retreat, but John’s booming voice commands him to stay. Jack tries to avert his eyes from your naked body, in your limited time with Claire, you know that the Novak's have lived an even more sheltered life than you. And though Jack is a few years older than you, he’s just as innocent as you were the night the Winchesters took you from your parents.

“You’re the Captain’s son, Jack?” John asks as he continues to thrust lazily in and out of you. Jack nods hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” Jack apologizes, and attempts to turn around. “I thought– I heard Mrs. Winchester. It sounded like she was in pain.”

“Don’t look away, son,” John demands as he pulls out of you, and reaches for a pistol hidden in his trousers. John points the gun at Jack, whose eyes widen before fixing his eyes on you. “C’mon son,” John flicks the pistol towards the bed and Jack cautiously moves further into the stateroom. “Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, Jack. It’s perfectly natural.”

“Sir, please, I won’t tell anyone–”

John moves behind you, positioning you on your hands and knees before entering you roughly. You bury your head into your pillow, too mortified to keep your eyes on anything else.

“Y/N is a greedy little cockslut, aren't you darlin'?" An involuntary moan leaves you when John gives a particularly deep thrust. "Tell Jack how much you love havin’ a cock in you, Y/N.” You don’t respond, not until John grips you by the hair and briefly points the gun at your head instead. You quickly tell John what he wants to hear, and your eyes land on Jack as he watches in horror.

“Have you ever been with a whore before, Jack?” John lets out a low chuckle when Jack shakes his head. "We'll have to fix that, won't we Y/N?" You hear a brief protest, but John cocks the pistol, threatening to go after Claire if he doesn’t comply.

“You gonna be a good girl for Jack, darlin’?” John whispers in your ear, and you nod in response. “You can’t cum in her, son. That’s for me and my boys only, or at least until we know there’s a child in her belly. We’ll know soon enough, won’t we, Y/N?”

You choke back a sob as John pulls out of you and stalks towards Jack. Even in the dimly lit room you can see his eyes are blood-shot and his hands are shaking. John leans in and whispers something that you can’t quite make out. Jack bows his head before removing his clothes. John faces you again and closes the short distance in a few steps, ordering you to sit on the edge of the bed. He nudges the pistol between your knees encouraging you to spread them apart, putting you on full display in front of Jack.

Jack is frozen in front of you and you try to choke back your tears. “Touch her,” John demands. When Jack refuses, John points the pistol at his head, and the young man lets out a sob, asking, begging, for him to not make him lay hands on you. When John threatens Claire again, Jack’s breath hitches, and you let your eyes meet his, and mouth, it’s okay.

Jack tentatively reaches out to graze at your breast, and John orders you to touch him as will. John smirks as you take Jack’s length in your hand, you thought you’d seen just how cruel he could be, but nothing could compare to what he was going to make you do to Jack.

A month into your journey across the Atlantic, towards your new home in America, you're awoken by a turning in your stomach. You’re sandwiched between Sam and Dean, and you have to crawl over them to empty the little amount of food you’d been given into the chamber pot. You pull over your sleeping gown, you don’t even know why you bother putting it on most nights, as Sam, Dean or John are ripping it off as soon Claire has done her final check with you for the night.

You’ve barely settled into your new spot before Sam’s tugging at your sleeping gown, pulling it up to expose your bare pussy. He slowly plays with your clit, placing lazy kisses along your shoulders and neck, and just like with John, you hate how your body reacts to his touch. You can feel Sam’s cock hardening against your back, and you know he won’t too much longer to wake Dean so that he can fuck both of you at the same time.

A different, but familiar hand reaches over you, and both your husband and his brother are teasing your soaking cunt. To your horror and shame, the brothers have you cumming hard on their fingers, covering them in your slick. Dean gathers as much as he can, before letting his hand disappear, and a groan comes from Sam as he grips onto your waist. There’s a movement of his hips that isn’t coming from him, but from Dean fucking into him.

Sam lifts your leg up and slides into your weeping hole, giving you slow, languid thrusts. Sam's breath is hot against your face, sending goosebumps down your body, "taking me so good, Y/N."

You moan as one of his hands continues to toy at your bundle of nerves while the other massages your breast.

Dean huffs from behind you, letting his hand rub over your stomach. You can’t do anything but hum in response, the brothers have become experts at playing you like a finely tuned instrument. “She’ll look so pretty all swollen with our son, won’t she Sammy?”

Sam grunts and you can hear Dean’s hips slap against his. Bile starts to rise in your throat again, and you do your best to swallow it down. As soon as the brothers are done, you narrowly escape to dry heave over the chamber pot. Sam and Dean dress and leave you alone in your stateroom, only for your husband to emerge a few moments later with Claire.

She asks your husband to give the two of you some privacy, and though he hesitates, he eventually concedes. Claire questions when the last time it was that you bled, and gingerly examines your body, before confirming that you are with child. Though you’ve known since the brothers took you that first night that they’re goal was to force you to produce an heir, the news still takes you by surprise. Tears are falling down your cheeks before you’ve realized they’ve formed, and Claire offers congratulations. You give her a forced smile, hoping that you can convince her that the tears are that of joy and not sadness.

You know your husband is outside your room, waiting anxiously for the news that you’ve fulfilled your purpose to him and his brother. Claire informs you husband of your pregnancy, and you can practically see the grin forming on his face now that he, his brother, or his father has put their child in you.

The door to your room opens, and your husband and his brother enter the room. Each wearing their own smug smile, Sam locks the door as Dean stalks towards you, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You’re wearing nothing more than a dressing gown, and Dean’s large hand palms your stomach, while the other reaches under the thin fabric to gently rub at your breast.

“Knew you were the right one,” he whispers, “from the moment I laid eyes on you. Sammy took a little more convincing, didntcha baby?” Sam takes a seat in the corner, you thought both brothers would be happy, but Sam doesn’t seem to care nearly as much as Dean. “Oh Sammy, are you afraid of not being the baby anymore?” Dean teases.

“Fuck off, Dean.” Sam snaps. You’d never heard Sam speak to his brother like that before, and it takes you by surprise. The brothers had a very clear relationship, you learned that first night; Sam wanted to please his brother more than anything, and always was submissive and pliant towards him. Dean seems to find the slight defiance amusing, laughing slightly as he returns his attention back to you.

“Can’t wait to see you nice and round,” Dean murmurs in your ear. “And as soon as that one’s out, will put another in there, won’t we Sammy?”

“Shut it, Dean.”

“Don’t be jealous, Sammy,” Dean goads his brother. You’ve never seen either of them act like this, and frankly, it’s unsettling. “What’s the matter, afraid it wasn’t you to get the job done? ‘Fraid it was dad? Or the Captain’s son– what’s his name? Jack?” Dean smirks as Sam’s breathing grows heavier. “Dad didn’t tell ya? Been lettin’ that little shit take what’s ours.”

Sam lunges after Dean, throwing punch after punch, and you only can watch helplessly. Even if you weren’t pregnant, there was no way you were going to get between the two men. Sam pins Dean down, bloodying his knuckles as he lands another hit on Dean’s jaw.

You walk back on until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you crawl back against the headboard, putting as much distance as you can between yourself and the brothers. Even though there isn’t much more there, you cradle your stomach, the only form of protection you can currently offer the baby now growing inside you.

John enters the room before things can escalate even further between the brothers. Pulling Sam off of Dean, he shoves them apart, before quickly eyeing you in the corner of the room. John questions them, and Dean informs him of your pregnancy, along with a crass comment that has Sam go charging in again. John orders Sam to walk it off, who huffs before complying.

At dinner that night, Captain Novak congratulates you and your husband on your pregnancy. You both humbly accept, and he promises calm waters for the rest of the journey. The tension at the table is palpable and you finish your meal in silence, waiting patiently for someone to dismiss you.

Sam calls you over to him and you quickly obey. Once you’re at Sam’s side, he rips the seam of your dress and lets it fall to the floor, exposing you to his brother and father. John raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t move, and Dean licks his lips as he takes in your naked form as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

There’s a slight shuffling from Sam, and when you turn your attention to him, you notice he’s removed his trousers. His cock is already growing hard, and he orders you to sit. John purses his lips as Sam slides his chair back and slaps between your thighs, encouraging you to spread your legs further apart. Sam holds your legs apart as you sit down in his lap, his cock slides between your folds, before he enters you roughly.

Sam holds his hand against your mouth, covering your screams as he pounds into you violently, chanting mine, mine, mine, as Dean and John watch. Dean’s eyes fixate on Sam’s cock pistoning in and out of your pussy, and you let yourself go limp against Sam’s body. Sam grabs at your neck, squeezing tightly, and you notice Dean’s hand has disappeared into his trousers.

“That’s right, Sammy,” Dean encourages, “show us she’s yours.”

Part 4

“That’s okay, let’s just go to sleep and forget about today,” you replied, trying to take one of the bags you’ve stored in the truck of Baby for emergency overnight stays like now.

“Let me take this, sweetheart,” Dean said before grabbing the duffel bag and closing the truck of his beloved car again, “you’re still hurt.”

Normally you would’ve argued with the older Winchester brother, you weren’t the only one who’s injured, at least not this time.

Dean had his fair share of bruises and bumps from this hunt, one of the ghosts thought it'd be a good idea to throw the hunter around, he clearly didn’t know that this would just anger him even more.

It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you nor Dean when you opened the motel room to only see one bed. It wouldn’t be the first time you’re forced to share a bed with Dean.

You slowly opened up the buttons of your plaid shirt, being careful when you came close to the area of the deeper cut. You could faintly make out a patch of dried blood on the navy-colored shirt you had underneath.

Trying to peel off the shirt was more painful than you thought I’d be, your muscles hurting and screaming in pain to stop moving, the area around the cut was sticky with blood and clinging painfully to the shirt.

Dean turned around when he heard your grunts of pain, his eyes immediately falling just above your hip where the cut was.

“Do you need help? The cut doesn’t look that good,” he said, “I think it will be better if I help you.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice at this moment. Dean slowly began to move the shirt over your head, carefully not to hurt you in any way.

He carefully puts his hands on your waist, avoiding all the bruises and the cut.

“Do you want me to help to bandage you up? You can take the shower after that,” Dean said, already moving away to get the small first aid kit.

He carefully cleaned the cut, stopping when you quietly hissed at the sharp pain. His movements are light, trying to avoid any spots that might hurt you even more.

“There you go.”

“Go take a shower,” you said to Dean, “you’re dirtier than I am and I can wait a few minutes,” you said, knowing that if you’ll take the shower first Dean would need to wait a bit longer this time.

“I promise you, I won’t die till then,” you said, trying to joke around a bit.

“Thank you for patching me up, De.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he said softly, “I promise I won’t take too long in the shower or use all the hot water.”

Dean kept his promise, he didn’t take long to shower and get ready for the night.

“The shower’s all yours, y/n,” Dean said when he left the bathroom.

You went into the bathroom, taking your time to let the last bits of warm water wash over your dirty skin and to clean the smaller cuts. When you came out, changed into a way to big shirt and some shorts, you spotted Dean sitting in the bed, leaning against the headboard and mixing some cards.

“You know what day today is?” Deans asked, watching you moving around in the small motel room. “It’s Friday, that means game night unless you’re too tired for it,” Dean said.

“Sure, why not,” you replied, your voice sounding tired from the long and exhausting day. “Not sure how long I’ll be able to stay awake.”

Dean smiled softly at you, not expecting you to stay up way too late, after all, it was already after 10 pm and both of you were tired as hell.

The game night, however, has been a tradition between you and Dean since you joined them permanently a few months ago and moved into the bunker. Normally it’s just you and Dean who’s playing, it doesn’t matter if it’s in a motel room like now or the safety of one of your rooms in the bunker. On occasion, Sam would join the both of you for some rounds of cards or a round of The Game of Life.

“Where did you get the cards from?” You asked, not recognizing the cover, it wasn’t one from the bunker.

“It was in the nightstand, you remember the game we played in Arizona a few months ago? The one we brought in the store since we forgot to pack one?” He asked you, “it’s the same one, just an older version by the looks of it.” The color of the cards he showed you already faint, to just make it even harder to see the difference between blue and green.

“Alright,” you said, clapping with your hands, “lets the games begin!” You chuckled.

You and Dean played a few rounds, joking around while playing, trying to forget about the past few hours.

“Let’s go to sleep,” you said, yawning shortly after.

It didn’t take long to pack the few cards away, storing the old game of UNO back into the nightstand.

“You okay with me cuddling you,” asked Dean. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to cuddle together, either when you shared motel beds or while sharing the couch during a movie in the Dean cave.

He probably asked because of your hip, not wanting to hurt you even more.

“Yes Dean, you can cuddle me. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a good cuddle session with my best friend to round up this wonderful evening after this terrible day,” you replied, already laying down on one side of the bed.

His arms moving around you, avoid the part of your hip where the cut and bandage is. His huge and warm hand resting comfortably on your stomach, his thump drawing small circles. His warm breaths fanning over the back of your neck.

“Good night Dean,” you said, voice already tired. “Good night sweetheart.”

It’s been a few minutes since you said good night to Dean, you were close to falling asleep when you felt him move behind you. He pulled you close to his body, his head resting in the crook of your neck when you felt his lips placed a soft kiss on your neck.

“You can never know this sweetheart, but I love you. I love you so damn much. But I know, I know that you won’t feel the same and that I’ll ruin this, ruin our friendship if I say a thing about it or let it show. Did you know that I love moments like these? When we cuddle together and you’re asleep. I can talk as much as I want, not worrying about you hearing me.”

Part 2

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When you arrived at Muni’s house, there were many people, and it was just less than an hour since it started. You saw some mutual friends, some men were drooling while staring at you. You were aware of that, but they didn’t care you could see them. In a way it made you feel uncomfortable. You were checking your phone every now and then like you were expecting a call or something.

You were about to flirt with a guy when you saw someone’s back. You could recognize that back everywhere. It was Jensen Ackles, he made it to the party. The last time you saw him, you were drunk and having sex. Amazing sex if you could brag out, the best you’ve ever had. You were staring at him when he turned around and saw you, he had a small smile, but then he saw what you were wearing and his eyes filled with lust. Yes, you were some feet away from him, and still, you were able to feel his intense gaze, he was undressing you with his eyes and you were ruining your panties to just thinking of him. You smirked at him, smiled like you were the only ones in the room, and went to find Muni. You were with Muni dancing and talking with some of her friends when you felt a presence behind you. You knew it was him, that unique scent he has, the perfume he wears, that undeniable presence you could identify without thinking.  Your body reacted at him, not the way you were expecting but you pressed and grind your butt against him.

-Hey sweetheart — he said to your ear, pulling a hand around your waist and getting you closer to him Your whole body shivered at hearing him in such a low tone. You kept grinding your ass against him. You turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then you left. Jensen was perplexed and you were red in embarrassment. Thank god for the alcohol you were drinking, sober you’ve never acted this way.

Jensen was one of your best friends and you were madly in love with him. You thought he was not interested in you, at least not like you wanted, you had sex with him in the past, but never flirted back the way it did today. He was different, he encouraged you to keep moving your ass against his crotch, he never stopped you. And when you kissed him, he never backed away. Your panties were ruined by now, you could feel how wet they were. You were ruined.

-Have you seen how Jensen looks at you? — Muni asked you Jensen appeared in front of you, stole a kiss and he continued his way. You were frozen, you weren’t expecting it at all -Oh my god — Muni exclaimed — What the hell just happened? She was surprised, she had never seen Jensen acting that way with anyone, not even with you.  -He is so into you. Buying that dress was the best decision you could ever make. -I still hate it. It’s too tight — you complained -Well, Jensen loves it. He can’t take his eyes off you. Clearly, he wants you in his pants -Half the men in here want the same thing. Besides, he just sees me as his friend, nothing more -Babe, the way he is looking at you, and behaving around you, doesn’t show him as just a friend. He is interested in you -He is just teasing. He would never be interested in me — you admitted sadly -Let’s wait until the party ends, and then you tell me. You’ll thank me later — he said and left you alone Wherever you were going, you could feel Jensen’s intense glare following you. Maybe Muni was right and he was interested in you, or maybe just wants sex. It wouldn’t be the first time, sex without feelings. 

You needed to go to the bathroom and he was just in the way. Two can play the game. You approached him and gave him a long kiss. He grabbed you from your waist deepening it. You broke the kiss and before he could say something you kept walking. You’ve just ruined a friendship. This was the end. Once in the bathroom, you checked your panties, as you expected, they were a mess. It was getting uncomfortable to have them wet, so you took them off and threw them on the laundry basket that Muni has there hidden. No one would know you are not wearing panties, the bottom of your dress is too tight. You felt uncomfortable at first, but you tried to not think about it.

When you got back to the party, Jensen was out of sight. You felt bad, it was your fault, you made him feel uncomfortable and he left. You went to the kitchen to grab another beer when you spotted him sitting alone with his phone in one of the corners. You grabbed two beers and went where he was seated -Nobody puts baby on the corner — you said while sitting on his lap instead of a chair He smiled and grabbed one of the beers opening up and handing it to you, grabbing the other for him. You accommodate yourself in his lap, making sure to press your ass against his semi-hard cock. Jensen could feel you and with his free hand, he grabbed you from your waist putting the hand over your thigh.  Just feeling his cock through the fabric and his hand on your thigh, you were getting even wetter. Jensen squeezed your thigh and kissed you on your neck -Don’t you get tired of teasing? Wearing that tight little dress giving nothing left for the imagination? -Mhm… Jay — you moaned moving your ass He moved the hand that was on his thigh higher to the hem of your skirt. You opened your legs. You seated sideways on his lap, putting one arm around his neck and the other near his crotch -Mmm sweetheart, you feel what you do to me? You make me get jealous of everyone wanting to devour you. -But I want you, not them— you said moving your hand to his crotch Jensen moved his hand higher and looked at you with lustful eyes. He smirked at you when he realized you were wearing nothing -What a naughty girl, no wearing any panties — he moved his hand inside your skirt -I bet you are really wet You moved your hand to his zipper  -Please, Jens — you moaned Jensen was hard, his cocked throbbed when you grabbed from under his underwear. You could feel the tip getting wet with precum. Jensen opened your legs a little more and moved a finger along your folds -Mmm baby, you’re so wet You opened his jeans and took his cock out. You got up and Jensen with wide eyes open realized what were you going to do -Are you getting my cock warmed? — He said helping you to sit on his cock -Mhm… Jens — you moaned while kissing him

You’ve had sex with him before, but today he was a lot bigger than you expected. Probably it was the position you were both seated, he filled you up and reached places no one has ever touched. He held you in place and started to kiss you. You could feel his cock getting harder inside you. You tried to circle your hips while making out with him, you needed the friction, but Jensen held you in place. -Jens… — You broke the kiss -What is it, baby? -I don’t know how long I will resist without moving -Me neither, sweetheart. I want you so bad -I want you too — You gave him another kiss — Let’s go to the guest room, I’m staying there tonight -Tomorrow I’ll take you on a date. That’s a promise

When you moved from his lap, you felt empty. He was quick to fix his pants and then you grabbed his hand, ready to be fucked out by your best friend. Muni saw that you were taking him to your room and smirked. A minute later you got a text “I told you. Please be quiet. I want all the details.”

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