Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

New Mexico (Dean x Reader)

Rough, calloused hands trailed along your body. Plump lips at your neck, softly nipping and sucking, leaving marks behind. Hips thrusted into you in a slow, hard rhythm, hitting the perfect spot.

He was driving you mad.

Green orbs burned through you with lust and desire when you moaned out his name, "Dean." He smiled softly at you, liking the way you wriggled underneath him, grasping at the sheets. "Dean," you inhaled sharply, "Faster. Please."

Dean grunted, laying his head into the crook of your neck, increasing the speed of his thrusts. His lips trailed along your shoulder, nipping slightly, as he moved up towards your neck. You gasped at the pleasurable pain of Dean's love bites along your body, eliciting a small groan from the eldest Winchester's lips. A calloused hand ran down the front of your body slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's path, stopping at your clit. Rubbing soft, fast circles on the sensitive bud between your legs.

The added stimulation made you moan loudly. Dean's cock rubbing against your g-spot, his finger rubbing against your clit, and his lips along your neck sent you over the edge. You yelled out, "DEAN," as your walls clenched around his thick member, toes curling, and knuckles white from grasping at the sheets. Your vision turned white and faded slowly as your orgasm burned through your body.

Dean groaned as he rode out your high, holding off from his. As your orgasm subsided, another hit you like a freight train. You hadn't felt it coming. As your walls clenched again, it threw Dean over the edge. He groaned loudly, "Y/N. Oh, Y/N."

You could feel the thick ropes of cum fill you quickly, bringing a new warmth to your insides, causing you to groan slightly. He thrusted a few more times, riding out his high completely as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. You both laid there for a while before Dean rolled off of you to lay on his back. You turned to lay on your side to snuggle up close to him, placing a small kiss on his lips.

He smiled down at you and then yelled, "Y/N! Get up!"

You looked at him confused, "What?"

"Get up!"

You shot up out of bed, covered in sweat, slickness between your thighs and banging at your door, "Y/N! Get up! Don't make me come in there!"

You groaned and flopped back down on your bed, "I'm up Dean."

You could hear him grunt through the doorway, "Leaving in 15. Hurry up."

You rolled your eyes and threw your covers back. Fuck, it was only a dream. You sighed softly, disappointed. You wished your dream was real, you wished that happened. You had dreamed about Dean before but, this was the first sex dream you had had about the oldest Winchester.

You have been pining over Dean for months now. You thought living in the bunker with them and joining some fellow hunters would have been fun. It was, but it also wasn't at the same time. It took everything in you not to show your feelings towards the oldest Winchester. You treated both Winchester's the same, but thinking about it now, it could seem like you liked both.

You showered quickly, brushing your teeth while you were washing up, so you wouldn't piss Dean off anymore than you already had this morning by oversleeping. You ran a brush through your hair quickly, grabbed your pre-packed bags from your desk, and headed towards the bunkers garage. It only took you 8 minutes to get ready, but still probably too long for Dean's impatient ass.

Dean was already in the car, fiddling with the radio when you leaned down to talk to him through the passenger side window, "Where's Sam?"

He looked up towards you, "He's helping Mom out with some hunt in Nebraska. They left early this morning." He looked back towards the radio, "It's just you and I."