Pairings: Dean Winchester x f!Reader
Summary: Dean can't find his favorite shirt, he's ripped apart his whole room. Until he finds you wearing it.
Warnings: Smut (fingering, P in V, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it BITCHES)) dean unlocks a new turn on, me still not knowing how to write decent smut (guys i'm trying my best i swear)
Dean grumbled in frustration as he pulled out every single shirt from his dresser. He couldn't find that one single shirt. I mean he wore it practically every day for fuck sake, how did he lose track of it?
He dug through his dirty laundry, went deep into his closet, but still no luck. “What the hell!” he shouted, ready to rip his own hair out. His room was torn inside out from looking for this shirt, his favorite shirt. “Sammy!” he yelled, storming down the bunker halls to Sam's room.
Sam looked up at his older brother, his brows furrowing when he practically sees steam emitting from Dean's ears. “What? What's wrong-”
“Did you take my shirt?” Dean interrupted, Sam gave him a look of annoyance, the look that said ‘are you really asking me that right now?’. Dean gestured with his hands, waiting for an answer. “No dude, I did not steal your shirt” Dean grumbled angry words under his breath. “I can't find it anywhere!” he threw his hands up exasperatedly.
“I don't know, dean, maybe y/n did the laundry and it's in there” Sam suggested, going back to doing whatever Sam does. “Yeah that better be it” Dean said, already making his way towards your room.
You had done the laundry, everyone's laundry for today. Unbeknownst to Dean, you had washed his favorite shirt and decided to wear it fresh out of the dryer. You were laying on your freshly made bed, phone in hand, and cozy in Dean’s favorite shirt. Which was the perfect amount of baggy on you; Making it your favorite as well.
He says your name as he barges into your room, not bothering to knock, “please tell me you have seen my fav-” he pauses when he sees you. His eyes raking over your body. His breath catches in his throat.
Apparently wearing his clothes does something to him. “Your what?” you tilt your head to the side, clueless of his manic frustration to find this goddamn shirt. “My…uhh” he clears his throat, “my shirt” dean points to the shirt on your body.
“Oh, yeah I did laundry today, I threw this on after I took my shower,” you explained casually. Dean couldn't stop staring, literally ogling you. “You good?” you raise a brow, “huh? Me? Yeah im- im so good right now” you notice how his voice got huskier, he stalked towards you. “Okaayyy, do you want it back or something?” he crawls over you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and kissing lightly.
You inhale a soft breath. “Not anymore” he mumbles against your skin, “it looks better on you anyway” he kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your breathing becomes heavier as he leaves faint marks on your skin. “Dean-” he shushes you with his lips, you moan softly into them.
“I just showered” you fein complaint and he huffs a laugh, “hope you want another one, because you're gonna need it after this” he smirks.
His hands snake down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He didn't expect you wearing his shirt, his favorite shirt, to turn him on so much. But alas, here we are, and neither of you are complaining.
A shaky sigh escapes your lips as his fingers thread the waistband of your panties, because of course you're not wearing pants right now. “You fuckin tease” he grumbles against your lips, “not wearin any pants, and look at that-” he dips his hand under and drags a slow torturous finger through your slick folds.
You whimper against him, “so wet for me already, huh? Was this your plan all along, rile me up and get me to fuck you senseless?” he asks tauntingly as he continues to tease at your entrance.
That was not your plan at all but it sounds like a great one right about now. “It should've been my plan if I knew this was gonna happen” you grin, your lips turning into a soft ‘O’ shortly after as Dean sinks his two fingers into you. “Oh fuck..” you groan.
“So gorgeous baby” he praises as he sets a steady hard pace with his fingers pumping in and out, his mouth attaches to your neck. You arch into him, hands threading through his dirty blonde locks. He groans lowly against your skin when you give a little tug, hinting at your approaching orgasm.
“Oh my god, Dean please I need you” you moan, pleading breathlessly. “This aint enough for you babygirl? Need my cock inside you huh? Wanna cum around my cock?” he teases, kissing up your jaw and on your lips. You nod fervently, “yes, god yes please” you look at him through your lashes, he folds immediately.
“I can't deny my girl what she needs now can i?” he grins as he pulls his cock out from his boxers, his sweats discarded long ago. You almost drool as you look at it, glistening red tip leaking with pre-cum.
It's something you'll never get used to, the size of him. No matter how many times the two of you do it, it's always the same when he pulls it out for you.
You lick your lips and Dean chuckles, “greedy girl” he tuts. He drags the tip through your folds and you both moan. Dean kisses you deeply as he pushes inside of you, inch by inch. “Relax, i got you” he can feel you tense up but you let go at his words, he pins your hand down on the sheets.
“Dean you better move or i'm gonna-” you can't even finish your thought before he pulls out almost completely and slams back inside you. You cry out his name and squeeze his hand. He sets a brutal pace with his hips, leaving you a cursing, moaning, sweaty mess.
“Thought you could just wear my shirt and get away with it? Huh? Thought I wouldn't do anything about it?” he grunts, his hips slapping against your thighs. The sound echoes throughout your room.
“N-no, i didn't kno-ow” you manage to say between moans. “Shh shh babygirl i’m not mad, just.. extremely turned on” he kisses you more, drowning out your lewd, explicit noises and thrusting harder at his last words.
“Dean im, oh my god i'm so close” you whimper, clenching your walls around him. He takes in a sharp breath. “I know, i know” he reaches a hand down in between your bodies and circles his thumb over your very sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Cum for me, cum around my cock, please baby I need to feel you” he almost whimpers, your stomach twists and the knot in your core bursts and you flutter hard over Dean, sucking him in deeper as your orgasm hits, his hitting not long after. (a second orgasm has hit the tower (again, not sorry, i had to))
“That's it baby, let go for me, i love how you clench around me, feels so good” he moans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he sings your praise.
Your breathing is labored and dean pulls out, you whine at the loss of him. leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing. You break the silence after a long moment, “I should wear your clothes more often” he laughs into your neck, wrapping his arms around you.
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
