#beesbirthdaybash

When you arrived at the party, your friend Ava was waiting for you. “Where were you? Paul arrived alone and you weren’t answering my calls.” you sighed. Of course, Paul was not going to tell her what happened, he probably blamed you for it. It was always your fault.

“I’m sorry” you apologized, “but I had to make a quick wardrobe change” you explained removing your coat. Ava was speechless, “girl, I don’t know what you were wearing earlier, but this…” she did a dramatic pause, “this is hot” you smiled and blushed. You knew that Paul was looking at you, you could feel his eyes following every movement.

Ava walked you through the middle of people just to make Paul jealous, she knew he was going to act like a possessive boyfriend towards you. You didn’t care what he might say or do, you just wanted to have a nice evening and not have to leave the party earlier because he made you feel uncomfortable.

You were enjoying a drink with one of Ava’s friends when Paul approached you, grabbed your hand, and took you somewhere else. “What the hell?” you stopped him mid-step removing your arm from his grasp. “Don’t you think is enough attention for someone like you?“ Paul was drunk, obviously, and because he wasn’t having enough attention from the guests, he decided to make fun of you.

“Oh please. Go fuck yourself Paul” you said annoyed. When you tried to leave, he stopped you grabbing you by your arm. “I’m not done with you”

“I think you do pal,” someone said and you recognized his voice, it was Jeffrey. He puffed his chest making him even bigger than he already is. “Are you okay, Babygirl?” you nodded. “I think you’ve had enough to drink and is time to go home,” Jeffrey instructed putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Leave my girl alone,” Paul slurred, “Yeah, whatever. You’re not having her now” Jeffrey said leaving with you under his arm.

What had happened was a weird situation. Paul has never gotten that possessive before, he never treated you like this before, but what was even weirder was that you were still under Jeffrey’s arm and you felt safe with him.

“I’m sorry” you murmured, “It’s okay doll, don’t worry,” Jeffrey said caressing your cheek. Ava was a few feet away from you and she had a knowing smile, you saw her taking out her phone and a minute later your phone buzzed. “Maybe now you will notice what I’ve been telling you about Paul. Enjoy Jeffrey, he’s been looking at you ALL NIGHT LONG” she texted, you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Drink this Babygirl, is water” Jeffrey handed you a cup, you drank it in one gulp, “you want more?” he asked you putting a strand of hair behind your ear, you shook your head. “I just want to go home,” you said and he nodded. He intertwined his fingers with yours and took you towards Ava, she nodded and wished both of you a good night. Both of you left in his car. The way Jeffrey praised you, talked to you and, treated you made you feel shy.

Jeffrey decided to take you to his apartment because he thought that Paul was going to go to yours looking out for you and he didn’t want to risk it.

Jeffrey brought you another glass of water and laid it on the table, he sat next to you on the couch with a beer in hand. You sighed and Jeffrey pulled you to his chest so you could lay your head on top of him.

“I’m sorry” you apologized again, “It was the first time that Paul acted like that towards me” you explained, “he was jealous,” you admitted

“Babygirl, I heard enough before I decided to intervene, he was wrong in every fucking word he said. You are worthy of every pair of eyes that look at you because that outfit makes wonders to your body. You look gorgeous Babygirl” you blushed at his words. No one ever has said such things to you, you were used to being degraded and humiliated by who you thought was your best friend.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Babygirl. You need someone who cares about you” you looked at him and nodded.

Jeffrey was giving you some back rubs to keep you relaxed, he knew you were feeling bad for what had happened at Ava’s party. You stayed like that for a while, soon you were dozing off.

You felt your body being moved from the original position you were and some minutes later, you were laid down in a more comfortable place. You opened your eyes and saw Jeffrey removing your shoes, “I’m sorry, Baby girl, I didn’t mean to wake you” Jeffrey apologized and then remove some hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

You put one of your hands in his face and leaned to kiss him, he sat next to you and pulled you to his lap. Instead, you straddled him and your skirt got up in the process.

Jeffrey started to caress you from your back to your ass, giving it a squeeze every time he touched it. You started to grin your hips, heating the make-out session.

The only things that could be heard were the grunts and moans erupting from you and Jeffrey. You tugged his t-shirt for him to remove it, he did as you requested and took your top along with his, throwing them together somewhere in his room.

He started to massage your tits and pinch your nipples to harden them even more. “Oh, daddy” you moaned when he started to suck one of them. You froze as soon as the words left your mouth and Jeffrey could feel it.

“Say it again, Babygirl,” Jeffrey commanded looking at your eyes. He started to suck one of your nipples again and you moaned “Daddy, please…”

It was like you had lighted a match because he engulfed you in his arms and threw you in bed. He peppered your body with kisses, removing your skirt in the process. There were a lot of sensations going through your body that you were ecstatic, your orgasm building up slowly at the pit of your stomach, you needed the release.

You slightly pushed Jeffrey to the bed, he getting the message, complied. You straddled him once again and started to grind again. You suddenly stopped and Jeffrey was about to apologize when he noticed you struggling to remove his pants, he smiled and helped you.

Once the pants were out from the middle, you started again to grind yourself again against his hardening cock. It felt amazing. You put one of his hands over his throat and fastened your movements.

Your release was there about to explode, you could feel the precum leaking and wetting his boxers and mixing with your wet underwear. Jeffrey could see you were about to cum, he slower your movements and started to thrust you. The new sensation felt incredible. With the change of movement, he made your orgasm explode, moaning his name out loud. You fell against his chest, tiredly.

“Already exhausted baby girl? But we are just starting” he joked and kissed your forehead once again

The night you spent with Jeffrey was beyond amazing, not only because of the sex but also because of the way he treated you and made you feel. No one has made you feel as safe as Jeffrey did, not even Paul.

Jeffrey didn't want you to stay at your old apartment because of what had happened at Ava's party, so he offered to stay with him until you could find a new place. You loved your apartment, but living with Paul was something you didn't want to keep experiencing.

When you were at your apartment grabbing some basic stuff you needed asap, when Paul appeared, "the whore is back, he got tired of you?" Jeffrey showed up from behind making Paul jump, "you know, she might be your girl, but she's calling me daddy" Jeffrey whispered to Paul's ear making him shiver from anger. Paul turned around and stormed out of the place. He finally got what he deserved.

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Leaves crunched under your bare feet as you ran through the dark forest. Your heart pounded in your chest as you crouched behind a large rock. Your throat was parched, and you longed for the water bottle on your bedside table. A twig snapped to your right and you flinched, covering your mouth to mask your shaky breaths. Heavy footsteps came closer towards your hiding spot but stopped before they could reach you. He huffed before turning away, and you listened for his receding footfalls before letting out a sigh of relief. You had promised him an exciting hunt, and you knew there would be consequences if you didn’t stick to your word.

Cautiously, you peered around the corner of the rock, standing once you had deemed it safe. You lightly stepped in the opposite direction he headed, fearful that he was still close enough to hear you. As you made your way through the lush foliage, your eyes darted from side to side, peeled for any sign of the man chasing you. A branch rustled from behind, and you gasped, quickly craning your neck to see if anyone was there while your feet began to speed up. A short glance told you that you were in the clear, but suddenly, you ran into a thick wall of muscle, stumbling backwards and landing on your ass. A tall figure towered over you. Fuck.

“I thought I asked you to make this interesting, princess,” his gruff voice scolded. You shuffled backwards, in hopes of getting away, but it was useless. He strode towards you, and in mere seconds, the bottom of his boot pressed into your ankle. 

“You know,” he said, casually, as if he were talking to his neighbor about the weather, rather than the girl he was hunting. “When I took you, I told myself it was a smart choice. I thought that because of your feelings for Dean, you would obey me.” He snarled, pressing his foot down further, causing you to wince. 

He removed his foot from you, and you immediately tried to scramble to your feet, knowing that’s what he wanted you to do. In one swift move, he crouched down and his hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking your body towards his. You yelped as the back of your shirt rode up, allowing the forest floor to scrape at your skin. His eyes were pools of black as he gazed down at you.

“Dean,” you whimpered, and the hunter gave you a wicked smile. Without a word, he unbuckled his belt, tightly wrapping your wrists with the leather object. One hand held your wrists above your head while the other expertly worked at your pants, unbuttoning them with ease. You wriggled as he yanked them down. He did the same to his pants, barely pulling them down his thighs before he pulled his thick cock out from his boxers, already hard and dripping with precum. He pumped his cock twice before shoving your panties to one side and entering you with one thrust. 

You gasped as he filled you, slight pain quickly turning to pleasure as he continued to slam into you. The leather around your wrists bit at your skin, adding to your overstimulation. Your fingers fisted at the dirt below, needing something, anything, to ground you. His grunts filled the air along with your moans. His thumb circled your clit, pressing down harshly, and you came with a scream. It wasn’t long before long ropes of hot cum coated your walls and he pulled out of you, his labored breaths matching yours. 

You opened your eyes, meeting cold, green ones. He quickly rid your wrists of the tight leather, looping the belt through his pants. His face was emotionless as he stared down at your half-naked body. 

“Put your clothes on. We’re going,” he ordered. Still slightly blissed from pleasure, you didn’t respond, causing him to raise an eyebrow. 

“Unless, you want to run away?” Your breath hitched at the idea, knowing he was testing you. Months ago, you would’ve leaped at the idea of running away from your capturer, but now, you couldn’t have been more repulsed by the suggestion. Dean had provided you with a home, warm clothes, and food on the table, not to mention the pleasure he had brought you, day after day. He stared at you, waiting for your response, smirking when you shook your head with vigor. 

“Good girl,” he praised, before spinning on his heel. You scrambled to your feet, tugging on your pants as you eagerly followed his long strides out of the forest and back towards your prison, away from freedom. 

“It will be over soon,” your heart pains and you can’t stop the tears running down your cheeks. Sam tries anything to cure his brother, but is it really enough? Can he save Dean or will the creature with black eyes keep on haunting your dreams forever? “One way or another.”

You shudder as the room seems to grow colder. The screams finally subsided, and you can hear Sam in front of your room. The hunter asked you to not get close to the dungeon or leave your room.

“You should sleep a bit,” Sam says, awkwardly standing in front of your room. He touches the now healed wound on his stomach, feeling the scar his brother left in a rage. “It’s almost done. He will be back soon, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you murmur, not able to speak any louder. “I’ll be waiting here, Sammy.”

Red. When your eyes snap open you see red and hear the alert of the bunker. Your blood runs cold. You know this game. You know what will come after red.

“Heya, sweetheart,” Dean slams the door shut, locking it. He smirks darkly, eyes glued to your trembling form on the bed. “I must say, being cured feels so damn good.”

His eyes flash black but it seems he struggles while doing so. “Dean, please. Sam was so close to healing you. Let him finish what he started.”

“You know,” he steps toward the bed to drop the first blade onto it. “A guy could get the wrong idea when his girl always talks about his brother. How about you come over here to show me you’re still mine?” he dips his head, impatiently waiting for you to come to him. “I’m waiting, Y/N.”

“Dean, please…”

“Tell you what,” Dean tugs at the blanket covering your shivering body as you look up at him like a deer in the headlights. “You are still my cute lil’ bunny. I can smell your pussy from here and she waits for me to fill her.”

“Dean—” you bite your lower lip, not denying your body reacts to Dean’s closeness. It’s a natural reaction that you seek his closeness and approval. “Please.” 

You don’t know if you beg him to stay and give you what your body is missing for months or to let you go. Either way, Dean rips the blanket out of your hands to reveal your vulnerable form to him. “Beautiful as always.”

“Oh—I,” your cheeks heat up at the intensity in his gaze. Dean steps closer to the bed, the first blade is long forgotten as he hungrily drinks your body in. 

“Take off your clothes,” he purrs, eyes piercing green now. “Hands and knees, bunny baby. I want to see that sweet ass of yours and your cunt drip for me. 

“Dean, I,” swallowing thickly you try to resist the urge to do as he says. “Please don’t hurt me. I—please.”

“I would never hurt a good bunny, an obedient one,” he muses, stepping closer again to tower over you. “Never.”

“O-kay,” while you slowly unclasp your bra Dean strips his shirt off. He smirks darkly, already smelling your arousal as you shimmy out of your panties to roll onto your belly, sticking your ass out. “Dean.”

“Hmm…that’s how I like my girl,” you feel the bed dip before his hands grasp for you. He brings you upright, forces your back against his chest. One large palm wraps around your throat, making you gasp. “Such a good girl now.”

“I’ve missed you, Dean,” he squeezes your throat, hips pressing hard into your rear. 

“You can do better,” as you struggle to breathe, Dean slips his free hand between your legs, to slap your pussy. You scream, feeling the sting arouse you even more. “What did you just call me?”

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you love he pinches your clit to give you something in return. “I’ll be good.” You choke the words out, struggle to tame your racing heart. “Please.” Dean loosens the grip on your throat but won’t let go.

“I can feel the throbbing pain in your cunt,” his tongue licks a stray tear off your cheek, “you need me to fill you good. How about this? You will take my aching cock, and I fill your lonely cunt. Imma take your pain if you take mine.”

“I’ll be so good,” the demon chuckles darkly, knowing he bent you to his will once again. 

“Did you say the same thing to my brother?” you end up on your belly, Dean on top of you. His teeth sink in your neck to leave a mark, making you cry out. “Answer me, little bunny. The big bad wolf will devour you now, but it depends on your answer if you get to cum.”

“No, I would never—” he takes his warmth away to kneel behind you; blunt nails raking over your skin. “I swear, Sir.”

You wait for his next step, listening closely as he unbuckles his belt. A shudder runs through your body feeling the rough leather slide over your skin only seconds later.

“Good girls get to cum but,” he lifts your ass, groaning as your arousal hits his sensitive senses, “you were a bad girl lately.”

He slaps your ass with his belt, breaking something more than your skin. Tears run down your face. Tears of shame, guilt, and pleasure as you try to keep the noises low. This is what you were craving for months.

Punishment. Your will to resist, to tell the demon to get lost is broken, as he slaps your ass again, and again, and again until you beg him for forgiveness. “Please, Sir. I’ll be a good girl now.”

“You’ll do more than beg me for forgiveness to make things up to me,” his thumb traces the marks he left with his belt. He enjoys you shudder at the slightest touch but don’t make a sound. “Look at you, taking your punishment so well, little bunny. I will make you regret you ever let Sammy pump blood into my veins.”

It feels like hours to you. Hours of hoping and praying. Not for salvation or a savior coming to your rescue. No, for release. Dean snatched your orgasm out of your hands for what feels like hours and now, all you can do is cry.

“Fuck that felt good, didn’t it? Well, at least to me,” Dean smirks as he slips out of you once again. His cum leaks out of your abused sex; ruins the sheets underneath you. “Aw, don’t pout baby bunny.” 

He grips your face roughly with his large hand to peck your chapped lips, kissing you greedily. “Please, I can’t—” you choke on your words. There is no rational thought left, only the need to cum. Slick runs down your thighs, just like Dean’s cum and you feel embarrassed and carefree at the same time. “I need to cum.”

“My cute lil’ bunny wants to cum,” he leans closer, tongue sliding over your cheek to lick the tears off your skin. “How bad do you want to cum?”

“So bad, Sir,” a needy whine leaves your lips as you try to grind against his hardening cock. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Of course, you will,” Dean smirks darkly down at you. “You’re my good girl and I love my good girl. Now, do you want me to make you cum fast or—”

“Slow,” you cry, grasping for his shoulders. “Please. I want it to hurt. Dean, wreck my body. Make me fall so hard it breaks me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he fills you once again, wiggling his hips to press against your g-spot, to torture you, “I planned to break you all along.”

You wake to silence this time. 

Shortly after Dean tried to break you even more, with pleasure this time, Sam kicked the door open to drag his brother off you.

You roll over, groaning at the soreness in your body. “Fuck, what did I do? How could I let a demon ruin me like that?” covering your eyes with one arm you sigh deeply. “This is a nightmare. A bloody one. Maybe it would’ve been better if he killed me…”

“She’s waiting for you in there,” Sam points at the room you share with Dean. “Whatever happened last night, you should talk to her, Dean.”

“Nothing happened,” Dean dips his head to glance at his brother, feeling bile rise in his throat. “I should talk to her, I guess...”

Dean hides you begged him to make it hurt and that you experienced the most intense orgasm as he held you down, growling insults in your ear.

“Sweetheart,” looking down on you on the bed, Dean frowns. You are curled in a ball, ass sticking out from under the blanket. “Shit, your ass looks awful. Does it still hurt?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he leans over your trembling body, large hand curling around your upper arm.

“Yes, Sir,” he pecks your neck, tries to ground you as his warm hand caresses the marks he left on your ass. “So good.”

“I’m going to take care of you now, sweet bunny…Now and forever...” 

“I thought I told you to put in the pan when I texted you,” said Jensen, walking in wearing a suit, a bundle of roses in his hand. 

“I thought I told you it’s my birthday and I’m in charge. No vegetables,” you said, spread out naked on the couch, running your finger through your folds. He stalked over and stared you down, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my party. If I want ice cream and cake before dinner, I’m having ice cream and cake.”

“I think you always want dessert first,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from between your legs. You stared him down and reached down with the other, not breaking eye contact while you fingered yourself. “You want to be a brat? Fine. No clothes at your party.”

“Like Jared hasn’t seen me naked a million times before,” you said, scoffing and standing up when the oven beeped. Jensen disappeared for a moment, returning with the roses in a vase and tossing a very tiny black apron at you. 

“Put it on.”

“I thought I was supposed to wear just my birthday suit today.”

“Don’t think I asked you,” he said, a smirk on his lips. You pulled the little thing over your head, Jensen pressing on your lower back as he tied the one around your waist. You bent down to get the roasting pan from the drawer and were greeted to two long, thick fingers entering your pussy, a thumb lightly grazing your clit. 

“I’m trying to cook,” you grit out, Jensen squeezing your ass roughly, enough to leave a bruise. 

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, curling his fingers against your g-spot. You slammed a hand against the counter, Jensen reaching a hand around and slipping it under the apron, grazing a knuckle over your nipple. “Dinner would be done if you’d started when I told you to, brat.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you breathed out, resting your head back against his shoulder, Jensen ripping the apron away, the ties easily slipping lose against his strength. You were standing on your tiptoes when Jared walked in, barely getting a second glance as he went past to the sink and washed up.

“Someone’s having a happy birthday,” he teased. 

“Very,” you said, Jensen turning you to face Jared, showing Jared very clearly how he was playing with his favorite toy again. You. “Jens can Jared play tonight?”

“You want to get fucked by us both?” asked Jensen. You whined, nodding your head. Jared was always down for a fuck with the two of you, even if Jensen always made him take orders. It didn’t take long for Jared to be naked and knelt on the floor, holding your hips as you thrust back onto him, grateful Jensen had fucked your ass earlier in the day and loosened you already. Jensen took his time to undress, watching you both, tossing his suit over the back of his chair. 

“Please,” you said, rocking back, chasing your orgasm. That was Jensen’s only rule.

You asked for your orgasms. 

Every. 

Single. 

One.

“Jerk me off,” said Jensen, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your throat when you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, precome steadily leaking from the tip. His face was hard, eyes even harder. “You call that jerking off?”

You were forced to slow down you thrusts and ignore your own pleasure, sitting on Jared’s monster dick in your ass while you used your other hand to play with Jensen’s sack.

“Jared fuck her. Hard. But don’t you dare touch her clit. Good girls come on cocks alone, don’t they,” said Jensen, giving your neck a gentle squeeze. “You gonna be good and come on Jared’s big ass cock? God I can’t wait to watch him wreck your little pussy later.”

“I’ll be good. Can I come? Please, please, please?” you breathed out.

“I’m close,” panted Jared, Jensen giving him a look.

“Ask better,” he said. You looked over your shoulder, Jared biting his bottom lip. 

“Can I come in Y/N’s ass?” he asked, hands on your hips pressing into the skin hard. Jensen cocked his head, both your hands on his cock, one jerking his shaft, the other rubbing over the fat head of his dick.

“Better. Go on. Come. Now,” said Jensen, flicking his thumb over your jaw. Jared thrust a few more times and Jensen squeezed your throat, your mind spinning as your orgasm hit you, barely noticing the spurt of cum that hit you in the face. You breathed hard, licking your lips, Jensen slipping a coated finger in your mouth. You sucked on it, Jensen wiping his finger through the mess he left on you and bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it between your lips, shivering when Jared pulled out of you, a trickle of cum trailing down your leg. “Like I said. Always want your dessert first, don’t you birthday girl.”

A buzzing noise sounded from the table in front of Dean, the screen on Y/N’s phone lighting up with the incoming text. “Sweetheart, you got a text!” Dean shouted towards the bathroom. The door opened to reveal Y/N, wearing her dark stockings and a white blouse. Her skirt and jacket were laying on the bed. “Who’s it from?” She asked as she reached for the skirt and pulled it on. Dean turned her phone around and tapped on it to see the text. “It’s from Penny.” He frowned as he read the message. Gonna get dicked down in dallas like you were butt-fucked in boston? ;) They were in Boston a few weeks earlier for a case, but they hadn’t fucked. Dean was sick with food poisoning for most of the case and spent the time in the bathroom. Y/N worked the case with Sam. Did she fuck Sam? Before Dean could stop himself, his anger and jealousy caused him to spit out, “Did you fuck Sam?” She froze as she was digging through her duffle and turned to face him, incredulously. “Excuse me?!?!” “You heard me! Did you fuck Sam? Or was it some other guy? Who’d you fuck in Boston cause it sure as hell wasn’t me!” “I didn’t fuck anyone in Boston!” He snorted. “Yeah, sure. Not what you told Penny.” Y/N looked confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He tossed her phone to her before walking to the door, yanking it open, and slamming it shut behind himself. Dean climbed into the Impala, leaving Y/N crying in their room.

A few hours later, Dean was on his fourth whiskey and debating on whether he should approach the blonde who’d been eyeing him with interest for the last hour. Every time he worked himself up to go over to her, he thought of Y/N and his heart hurt. Then he was angry again that she cheated on him and lied straight to his face. It was a vicious circle. “Dude, finally! I checked every bar within 20 miles of the motel, I swear!!!” Dean felt Sam’s hand clap heavily down onto his shoulder. “Leave me the fuck alone, Sam.” Sam scoffed at him. “Not a chance. You accused Y/N of sleeping with me and then just cheating in general before storming out and not giving her a chance to explain anything.” “Explain what?!?! She fucked someone when I was sick in Boston!” Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. “She didn’t fuck anyone in Boston, Dean. She’s never cheated on you.” It was Dean’s turn to scoff. “What else could ‘butt-fucked in Boston’ mean?” Sam smirked a little at his brother. “Hold on a second, De.” Sam stood up and strode over to the jukebox and clicked through the electronic menu. He seemed to find what he was looking for and inserted a dollar to pay for his selection. Sam came back and sat beside Dean again. Dean stared at him, “What-” “Just wait, Dean.” The song currently playing ended, and the twang of a country song started to play. Dean’s face screwed up in distaste. Sam just watched Dean carefully as the song played before smiling triumphantly when recognition crossed Dean’s face.

“She’s getting dicked down in Dallas Railed out in Raleigh Tag-teamed up in Tennessee Analed in Austin Butt-fucked in Boston”

“It’s a fucking song?!?” Dean hissed at Sam. “A popular song that I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t heard.” Realizing what he’d done, Dean stood up to head out to the Impala and back to the motel. “Uh-uh, De. I’ll drive you back. I can smell the whiskey on you.”

When Dean opened the door to their room, Y/N was curled up on their bed, her eyes red and puffy. She let out a loud sob when he walked in. Dean ran to the bed and gathered her up in his arms. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Her cries quieted down before she landed an awkward punch on his arm that he flinched at. “You ass! Shoulda let me explain before you jumped to conclusions!” She looked up at him and blushed a deep red when she said, “Penny and I got drunk awhile ago and when that song started to play on the radio, she bet that we couldn’t do all the things mentioned in the song. We didn’t go to any of the places for a while until Boston and she asked if I’d be getting butt-fucked while we were there. I didn’t want to tell her that you were sick with food poisoning so I just said I already had.” Dean stared at her. “You bet… on our sex life?” He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but her face went redder before she nodded. He lurched forward and caught her lips with his own. “I fucking love you, Y/N. You’re amazing and perfect and I can’t believe you bet on our sex life! Time to cross Dallas off the list.” He flipped her over and yanked her skirt down her legs. He tried to grab hold of her stockings, but had trouble gripping them. With a growl, he tore them open right over her ass. “No panties, baby girl?” He ran a hand up the smooth globe of her ass before landing a hard smack on the exposed flesh. She whimpered and he could see that she was already dripping. He ran a finger down her exposed slit before roughly scissoring her open. She whined and whimpered, “Please De, please just fuck me now.” “If you insist, baby girl.” Dean quickly pulled his hard cock free and shoved it inside Y/N. She let out a scream at the intrusion. “Hold on tight, baby girl.” She gripped the sheets tightly.

Something was wrong.

Had been wrong since you came back from your last hunt.

“Baby,” you whined through the door. “Please…”

He had made a call to the one person who would know what the fuck was going on and who hadn’t gone that far after dropping you off.

“Dean,” he greeted upon opening the front door.

“James.”

“Did I interrupt something,” Bucky guessed, eyeing the suit and tie that was in place of the usual flannel and blue jeans.

“It doesn’t matter. Based on everything you’ve told me, you’re not going to like what needs to be done.” The sound of you falling to the floor in the bedroom behind them interrupted Dean and both he and Bucky turned to the door.

“You’ll help her feel better?”

Dean paused at the genuine concern in Bucky’s voice. He had nothing against the man, they both just so happened to be in love with the same woman. And the agreement to keep their relationships separate was about to change in a drastic way.

“You’re gonna wanna brace yourself before we go in there. She’s your girl, right,” Dean waited for Bucky to nod before he took a deep breath and continued. “The moment we walk in there, she’s going to be calling me Daddy.”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. But when Bucky made a face, one that clearly expressed confusion but the willingness to punch him, Dean shrugged and walked past him to at least hide it.

You had expected Bucky.

Bucky with his thick thighs, strong enough to ride on. Bucky with his long black hair, good enough to pull back. And that neck, one long muscle to sink your teeth into as you rode him.

But when you looked up from where you lay across the carpet, you found Dean Winchester standing over you. In your desperation to cool down, you had stripped every piece of clothing from your sweat-slick skin, leaving you bare to his green eyes that now roved over you without shame.

Your delirium had you hyper aware of his hands, large and calloused at his sides that needed to be slipped into your mouth. His plush lips that gave the softest kisses and did the dirtiest things. And that long body that could press hard against yours.

Unaware of the mewling sounds leaving your mouth, you struggled to get up to your feet.

“Please,” you panted, falling into his arms. “I need you. I need you, please, Daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” his hands framed your face. They felt cool against your burning skin, it brought tears to your eyes. His lips pressed to yours and your entire body lifted up into the kiss. He was your oasis in a desert, a heavy rain over your raging fire, and you needed more.

But then his hands gripped you hard, pulling you back even as you tried to fight it.

“Guess you didn’t leave that witch’s garden alone,” He spoke evenly, ushering you backwards towards your bed.

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered, voice cracking from being denied his mouth. You hadn’t even truly heard what he said. “I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything, please, please.”

His fingers dug into the back of your head, and he growled low in his chest.

“You’re such a cute little girl,” he breathed out before rubbing his forehead against yours.

You smiled at the praise, then moaned as his hands traveled down your neck, fingers spreading across your chest to firmly grasp both your breasts. His mouth claimed yours once more.

The back of your knees hit the bed and he pulled away from you again, placing a finger on your bruised lips to keep you from objecting.

“Lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

You followed his instructions without complaint. Your pussy leaked onto the sheets, desperate to be touched, but you wouldn’t dare. Not under his watchful gaze.

Dean loosened the tie at his neck, pulled it free in one fell swoop. His jacket was next, then he slipped out of his shoes and brushed them to the side of the dresser. Deliberately taking his time was your punishment. Because he had warned you against messing with the witch’s herbs. You just hadn’t listened.

His tongue was first, taking a long swipe to taste your juices.

And when he hummed in approval you pulled at the sheets above your head.

Grabbing your ankles, he yanked you down to the edge of the bed.

And he feasted on you.

Slurping up what was already there and burying his face deeper to lick between your lips. He held your thighs apart, telling you exactly where he wanted them to stay before moving under you to grab your ass and lift your pussy closer.

Your gasps filled the room, cries catching in your throat. And when he rubbed his face against you so that you could feel the sharp stubble around his mouth, you cried out for him.

With a loud slurp, Dean lifted his face from you, his eyes moving to a corner of the room.

You hadn’t realized Bucky had walked in with him.

Trapped between horror and lust, you were speechless.

“Don’t you worry,” Dean said as he unbuttoned his shirt. He stared at Bucky, until he took the cue and moved towards the spot Dean had just abandoned. “We’re going to take good care of you, sweetheart.”

Bucky touched you with his vibranium hand, knowing the cool feel was something that you craved. You locked eyes with him, trying to resist at first, to see how he was feeling.

But then his thick fingers swirled your swollen lips and began to rub.

Your chest heaved with every breath, your eyes rolled back, and you gave in.

(Y/n) belonged to him, his pet, his toy, the woman he had sworn to ruin. It had taken him weeks to break through the barrier her brain had built up, hoping that she would manage to escape from him. But now, after endless days and nights, she had finally given in, falling for her archangel, her redemption.

“Daddy, please,” tears glistened on her cheeks, not understanding where he was taking her, dragging her out of the room she now called her home. The comfortable bed she was sleeping on was her safe haven, knowing that he would always come back to her, to fuck her in the depth of the night, surrounded by thick walls to keep her moans from echoing through his house, “You trust daddy, don’t you? I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

Jensen cupped her cheek, helping her onto her feet, arms wrapped around her waist to keep her stabilized. Carefully they walked up the stairs, straight towards his bedroom. Her hand stroked along the walls, shuddering from the cold that pressed against her fingertips, not used to feeling anything but Jensen’s warm skin beneath them.

“Close your eyes,” his breath clashed against her neck, making (y/n) shudder. Darkness engulfed her, made her body tighten up, not daring to let go of him. Jensen pushed her into his bedroom, smirking at the two men that were standing next to his bed, eyes taking in every inch of her barely dressed frame.

Jared and JJ knew all about the woman that was living in their friend’s house, captured and ripped away from her life, confused and scared, withering away like a flower, desperate for water to keep on growing. He was the thunderstorm she had been aching for, though he was stronger, more ruthless than she could have ever imagined. Jensen had ruined her, had broken her down, forcing her brain to twist the cruel story that had pushed her straight into his arms.

“There we go,” as her eyes fell upon the two men she had seen once or twice before, confusion swapped over her, struggling in Jensen’s grasp, “Don’t do that, sweetheart. Be a good girl for daddy.” She tumbled to the floor, hands shooting out to catch herself. The men surrounded her, stared down at her with darkening eyes. (Y/n) flinched away from JJ, gasping as Jensen buried his hand in her hair, forcing her to look into the singer’s eyes, “You don’t want to disappoint daddy, now do you?”

(Y/n) could only shake her head, eyes fluttering close, giving into JJ’s touch. Nothing would happen to her. Daddy would care for her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Tonight the devil had been called into their home, followed by his worshippers, working for him, pleasing the underworld’s king. All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. Tonight they would show her a piece of heaven, ripped away from reality, blindsiding her from the darkness she was stuck in.

“Open your mouth, darling,” JJ’s rough voice cut through her like the Icelandic sea, swapping through her with its icy touch, wrapped around her limbs to make her drown in his embrace. Her jaw fell slack, lips parted, watching him undo his trouser, pulling his already hard cock out of the confines of his clothes. (Y/n) could only gape at him, eyes squeezed shut as Jensen gave her another rough push, forcing her closer to JJ, “Go on, take his cock, show him what a cock-greedy whore you are.”

Jensen and Jared kept watching her, slowly she wrapped her lips around the tip of JJ’s cock, wondering if she was doing the right thing - if she was pleasing Jensen with her actions. But the satisfied groan that rippled through all three men, encouraged her to take more of JJ. The sound of Jensen and Jared undoing their trousers echoed through the room, fabrics falling to the floor. Without giving her a chance to move away, Jared and Jensen reached for her hands, ripping them away from JJ’s thighs to force them closer to their cocks.

This wasn’t heaven. This was the darkest corner of hell. But her brain was stuck in the trance it had been forced into weeks ago.

With her hands wrapped around Jared and Jensen’s cocks, and her tongue dancing up JJ’s, she felt herself being torn apart. No longer was she her own person, moulded into a toy, but knowing that she was bringing pleasure upon all three men, made her feel content, worthy of being right there, placed on her knees for them. Her brain couldn’t grasp the different sensations, the feeling of her hands gliding over their cocks, the feeling of her tongue swiping away salty drops of precum. She was trapped.

Moans clashed together, reverberating through the barely alight bedroom, night was swallowing them, making them feel protected behind its dark veil. Their secrets were safe within those few hours where the world was sleeping, where nobody would hear her cries, where they could be rawest forms of themselves.

Of course, he would have been there to celebrate her big brother with the two of them being best friends.

He looked up catching her red-handed. She smiled through the brim of her glass. She took a sip of whisky, licking her lips right after without turning away from him knowing full well the look in his eyes.

It was the same look he had that afternoon when he had her on her knees sucking at his cock. If she concentrated enough, she could still taste him on the tip of her tongue.

She smiled wickedly getting up from her seat. Her glass was forgotten at the counter. She made her way between tables, waving at some of the familiar faces. She walked towards him and his brother, now busy chatting by themselves. She put her arm around Dean’s shoulders.

“Hey sis, glad you could make it.”

“Always for you.”

She pecked his cheek, before turning to the man in front of them.

“Benny, it’s been a while.”

She untangled herself from her brother moving closer to Benny. She leaned into him, leaving a kiss on his stubbled cheek. She shuddered at the feeling of his salt and pepper beard on her face. And in a second, she was back in that bed. Her on her back, with his head between her legs. The scratch of his bread on her skin. His lips wrapped around her clit with his fingers slowly pumping inside her.

“Nice to see you, cher.”

He smiled at her sweetly, but she knew him well enough to know what that smile really meant. He was undressing her with his eyes. She bit at her bottom lip, discreetly clenching her legs together.

Damn him and his charm.

That’s how she found herself in the back of the bar, hidden in the darkest corner. Her legs around his middle and his cock buried in her pussy. It was hard, and fast, and messy and so much exciting.

“Oh God, Benny…”

“You have to be quiet, baby.”

He whispered yanking down the front of her dress, freeing one of her breasts. His lips around her nipple, sucking hard.

“Touch yourself for me, Y/N.”

She sneaked a hand between them. Her fingertips started to circle fast at her clit. She bit down at her lip trying to muffle her moans. The orgasm washed over her. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure of it. Benny groaned at the feel of her walls clenching around him. he managed to thrust a few more times in her folds, before emptying himself inside her. They stilled in that position for a bit longer trying to catch their breath. A smile on both faces.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

He chuckled putting her down. They fumbled with their clothes trying to be more presentable. She smiled at him, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. She licked at her lips slowly, her eyes fixed in his before walking backwards towards the bar.

“You like it.”