Hands
Dean Winchester Smut
Pairings: Dom!Dean x Virgin!Y/n
Warnings: Some kinky shit. Nothing too serious. If you find something that needs a legitimate wanting, let me know.
Summary: Y/n's got a thing for hands and Dean's using it against her.
I'm sitting in the bunker's library with Dean. I'm supposed to be helping with research, but I keep getting distracted by his hands. His big, grease covered hands. For whatever reason, he chooses to eat the messiest things while doing research. And somehow, the mess never gets beyond his hands. I'm watching him eat and lick his fingers, when I'm supposed to be doing research. He's caught be staring at him, a few times, but he just have me a cocky comment like "I have that effect on people" or something like that. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy looking at his hands. The man's already perfect, without looking at his hands. His hands only add on to the perfection.
"Watching me won't get anything done, Sweetheart."
"Staring at my hands again. I know. It's alright."
He stands up from his chair and starts walking towards me, abandoning his food and research.
"You know. If you want something, all you have to do is ask."
"I've seen the way you look at me, Y/n. I know what you want. But you have to tell me. I'm pretty big on consent."
"Hey, look at me real quick."
I look at him, not sure what he's about to do. Then he dips his finger in his plate, getting grease on his finger. I watch as he shoves his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. There's an audible gasp, catching Dean's attention, which was already on me.
"See that? That look you give me when I use my hands?"
"I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean-"
"No need to apologize. Everybody has kinks, Y/n."
The hell's a kink? I feel a little embarrassed, not knowing what he's talking about. I think it relates to a sexual turn on.
"Everybody gets turned on." He says, probably noticing the confused look on my face.
"Oh. So hands can be kinky?"
"Anything can be kinky. It depends on the person."
Wow. The things you learn. I didn't even know what a kink was. And now I know that anything can be kinky.
"You wanna take a break from this?"
I close my laptop and stand up from my chair. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I should probably get rid of the hot feeling in my...area. I start heading to my room, but Dean steps me.
"To my room. I thought you said we were taking a break."
Why would we be taking a break in his room?
He gently grabs one of my hands and leads me to his room. Once there, he closes the door and leads me to his bed. I look up at him, still confused as to why we're in his room, and he motions for me to sit down. Or maybe he was motioning for me get on the bed, in a way that's not sitting down. I don't know.
"You wanna do this standing?"
"Damn. I guess I read the signs wrong. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to-"
"When we were talking about turn ons and your thing with my hands, I thought you wanted to do something."
"Not with me. I get it. It's ok."
"No. I've never done anything before."
He just looks at me for a second. It looks like he's trying to see if I'm being serious.
I nod, embarrassed that at 28 years old, I've never had sex or done anything sexual.
"Being that we're about to go on a hunt for a witch who kills virgins, yes. But any other time, no. You were probably just waiting for the right person. But I hate to break it to you, if you're still a virgin in the next 8 hours, you're not going on this hunt."
"I was kinda hoping that you could, um, help?"
"You want me to help you? Help you what?"
The smirk on his lips tells me that he knows exactly what I want his help with. I think he's teasing me.
"Tell me what you need help with, Sweetheart."
He nods and motions again for me to get on the bed. I lay down, on my back, and Dean slowly gets on top of me. He's kissing my neck and making his way down to my shirt.
I usually don't like being told what to do, but that's usually with basic shit. I've never been in a sexual situation before. I've heard of people liking to be told what to do in bed. Am I one of those people? Doesn't matter. I do as he said and take off my shirt. He takes off his own and starts taking off my pants. I help him with his own pants and he starts kissing my body. This feels nice. I like this. He eventually makes his way back up to my bra, and I take it off. I've never been so revealed in front of someone else. But I'm oddly comfortable, probably because I know that Dean's not judging me for how my body looks.
"You're beautiful, Baby."
"Of course I mean that. I'm about to show you just how much I mean it."
He leans down to kiss me, which I've also never done before. This all seems so easy. How have I never done this before? He slips my underwear off, then slips two fingers into me. He's pushing them in and out and it feels fucking amazing. This feels a lot better than I thought it would. Dean's fingers feel a lot better than I thought they would. I wouldn't think that such big fingers would feel so good inside of me. If anything, I'd think they'd hurt. But it doesn't hurt. It feels quite nice, actually. It doesn't take long for me to feel like I'm gonna cum. Can I do that? On his fingers? Would he be mad about that? I don't know how to control it, so it's gonna happen. Is he gonna be mad?
"That's it, Sweetheart. Cum on my fingers."
I guess not. I cum on his fingers and he slips them out of me. He leans forward and shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I lick his fingers clean with no hesitation, and he takes them out of my mouth. He takes his underwear off, revealing his hard dick. How is he hard already? I seriously don't know how any of this works.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
I nod and he lines himself up with my entrance.
"If I hurt you or you just feel like you wanna stop, you let me know and I'll stop. Ok?"
He slowly pushes himself into me and I let out a shocked moan. This hurts, but not in a painful way. You know?
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going."
He pushes himself deeper into me until he can't fit anymore of himself into me. He gives me a second to adjust before he starts thrusting in and out of me. It slowly stops hurting and starts to feel really good.
"You're doing so good, Sweetheart. So good for me."
He's going slow, a little too slow. I want him to go faster, but I'm afraid it might hurt. But I really want him to go faster.
He's thrusting really fast now and I'm pretty sure I'm about to cum. Again. I can't describe how I'm feelings, but I can say that it feels good. Like, really good. He places both of his hands on each side of my head as he starts breathing really hard.
I cum on his dick and he pulls out of me, cumming on the floor. I'm so glad that the bunker isn't carpeted. That would be a sticky situation. I'm sorry. I think I'm funny. Anyways, we're both breathing really hard and Dean's kissing my head and telling me how good I was for him.
"Good? You did great, Baby."
He walks to his bathroom and comes back with a towel. He cleans the floor and my thighs, then throws the towel in his laundry basket. He lays down next to me and pulls me close to him.
I smiles and he kisses my forehead again.
"We should get back to research."
"We have time. And you should rest for a little while."
He's right. I should rest for a little while. That might've been awesome, but it was also tiring. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep in Dean's arms, happy that of all the people in the world, he was the one who took my virginity.
