supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: party girl

You're living with Dean and Sam after your Uncle Bobby died. You met Sam and Dean when you were 15 after your parents were killed in a car accident and you went to live with Bobby. Your 20 now. You and Dean are involved in a situationship revolving around sex (same y/n from last part)

You turned up the sound system in the library of the bunker blasting The End Of the World by REM. Fitting since you had recently crossed a certain king of hell who now wanted nothing more than your head on a stick.

You turned on your heals back to the open bottle of whisky on the table and took a swig as you danced to the music. You wore nothing but undies and a cropped Kansas shirt. Sam walked into the room with his classic "what the hell are you doing y/n?"and a slight smirk on his lips. You ran up to him yell singing the words in his face. Grabbing his hands to spin yourself and dance with him. He walked on to the kitchen yelling "Dean come get your girl she's gone crazy"

Dean walked in from his room to find your dancing on the table bottle in hand. He walked over snagging the bottle from you and sitting you down on the table standing in between your spread legs.

"Oh come on don't kill my buzz" you whined.
"Who said I was here to stop you, I like my little party girl." He smirked talking a swig from the bottle.

With him still standing between your legs you threw yourself back into the table wiggling to the music the angle flashing your bare chest. He picked you up and danced around the room with you. You swung your legs around his hips grabbing his head to kiss him. Shoving your tongue into his mouth. Your noses smashed together in a passionate kiss. You could barley breathe the liquor and the lust making you feel high. He set you back down on the table the kiss never breaking his hands sliding under your short shirt feeling you up in a way that made you feel like a teenager being touched for the first time.

He pushed you back down onto the table sliding his sweats of revealing his already hard cock. He lined up with your interest shoving himself into you as he grabbed your thighs pulling himself deeper into you. You screamed his name as he roughly jerked you back and forth on his cock. You loved living for the sexual hunger he had for you.

It was rough the leg on the 1940s era table barley surviving your sex.

"YES YES YES!" you screamed cumming around his cock.

"no warning this time" he grinned as he came close to finishing.  He came inside you leaving you dripping with his juices. **you couldn't get pregnant you found out when you were 15** You loved how it felt when he filled you up knowing reminance of him would last for days.

He pulled
up his sweatpants and grabbed your hand.
"Come on party girl you got a round two in you?" He chucked.

Just then Sam walked back into the library coming to a realization of what had just taken place.

"Come on Guys?!? I use that table!" He yelled

"Sorry Sammy." you said hardly apologetically