Selfish Intentions

Part 8

Requests: Pretty pretty pretty please write more to selfish intentions! Much love! AND Please with Ketch on top (or bottom) continue selfish intentions. You can't leave it at that last depressing part! AND Would the reader and Ketch just confess they love each other already?!?! Loved reading your take on Ketch's past and I can't wait to see the character development I'm sure he'll go through. LTTU! AND three other requests.

Reader Sex: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Arthur Ketch x Reader

Summary: The reader really isn't sure how she feels about Arthur, but she decides to break things off with the Winchesters in order to give herself the chance to find out.

Word Count: 2,290

Warnings: Smut, threesome, anal, language

Fic:

After everything Arthur had confessed to you, you wanted to protect him. You tried to keep him away from the British Men of Letters for as long as you possibly could, making every excuse you could think of to keep him out of their clutches. Ultimately, however, they called him back and he couldn't refuse them any longer. Every second he was in the compound, you couldn't help but wonder what they were doing to him. Could they possibly break his mind any further than they already had? You were glad you hadn't agreed to join these monsters, but you wished you could be there with Arthur and even though you told him that, he refused to take you with him. If you couldn't fix the wrongdoings that had been committed against him in the past, you wanted to protect him from any further harm. The only problem was Arthur's refusal to let you do what you'd set your mind on.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Dean asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. Since Arthur had been recalled for only God knew how long, you decided to go on a hunt with the Winchesters. You had hoped that a hunt would take your mind off of things for a while, but it hadn't done you any good.

"Yeah," you answer vaguely, "I'm just thinking." Dean reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, squeezing gently.

"You've seemed distracted ever since you got here," Sam adds, "Is there anything we could do to help?"

"You could always distract me from the thing that's distracting me," you tease him, trying to push your thoughts to the back of your mind. Even though your heart wasn't completely in it, a distraction like this might do you some good.

"I hope you're extending that offer to both of us," Dean says with a grin.

"Of course, Winchester," you tell him, pushing his leg playfully under the table with the tip of your toe.

"Besides, I think we've done about as much research as we can on this hunt," you add, "I think we all need a little break." Pushing your chair away from the table, you stand and shrug your jacket from your shoulders.

"I couldn't agree with you more," Dean replies, rushing out of his seat and chasing after you as you make your way to the bed. You laugh as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against him, pressing playful kisses against your neck.

Sam moved to stand in front of you only seconds later. He cups your face between his hands and captures your lips. You close your eyes and thoughts of Arthur instantly flood your mind.

Keeping your eyes closed, you imagine it's Arthur's hands exploring your body as the boys remove your clothing piece by piece. You run your hands through their hair, down their chests, and even though you know they aren't Arthur, your mind keeps going back to him. You can feel his lips on you, the thought driving you mad with need. Two sets of hands grasp at your body, knead your breasts, tug at your hair, but the sensations seem to meld together as you imagine yourself with Arthur. A hand slides down your body and the fingers tease your wet folds. You can almost hear the groan Ketch would make at finding you so wet for him before he'd even really touched you. Your lips part as a moan escapes them, but you have to bite your tongue to keep from whispering Arthur's name.