#and i want to try and bake them in my muffin tin bc like

[she4everyone]

I've been trying to find some toe-curling and sheet-gripping smut bc I think I read it all. So this is my attempt to please myself.

Fuck Andrew

Dean Winchester x Female OC

Warnings: Smut (porn w/o plot) unprotected sex (please don't be like them), OC cheats with Dean, overstimulation, cunnilingus, face sitting

Spelling and grammar are not my strong suits

The attraction had always been there but was greatly ignored. Dean and Sonya had somewhat of an understanding. She helped out whenever needed and never pried on the boys' personal life. Dean felt as if he could trust her during hunts and Sonya felt the exact same. Although she would never admit it, Dean Winchester having some faith in her made all giddy inside. Sonya would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Dean. The older Winchester was a big-time hunter who demons feared, who knew how to please a woman, and who would move heaven and earth for the people he loved. I mean who wouldn't want that. After Dean had saved her from being the next ghost they hunted, she grew a little crush.

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"Sonya get your ass inside this bunker," Dean says, watching Sonya look for an abandoned vehicle.

"I have to get home. Andy'll be worried. I'll just find a car," She explains, crossing her arms in front of her chest and locking eyes with the green-eyed man.

"Andrew is a grown man. He can go a night without you, princess," Dean retorts placing a hand in his pants pocket.

"I have to agree with Dean on this one. Andy is not a child who needs his mommy 25/8," Sam interjects as he unlocks the bunker’s entrance.

"You're right. He can go one more night without me," she agrees, following behind the brothers as they enter the bunker.

Once inside, Dean shows Sonya to her room and bathroom, allowing her to finally get a good shower. Sonya takes her time in the shower thinking about how she would explain to Andy why she hadn't come home immediately. After getting out of the shower Sonya sees one of Dean's grey tee shirts folded neatly on the bed next to a pair of sweats.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this too much," Sonya thinks to herself as she puts the shirt on.

It smells of laundry detergent but still has a hint of Dean on it. She reaches for the sweats and puts them on but they start to slip off.

"I guess I'm not wearing any pants," she mumbles as she leaves the room.

Even though it was around 1 AM Sonya was craving something sweet. She walks into the kitchen and looks in all the cabinets. Surprisingly the boys didn't have the sweets she was craving, but they had the ingredients for blueberry muffins.

"Jackpot," she softly exclaims, hoping not to disturb the boys. She gathers the flour, melted butter, sugar, baking powder, salt, blueberries, and eggs. Sonya puts her earbuds in and combines the ingredients while dancing to her favorite songs.

"It just goes on and on in the back of my mind. Do you remember the time when we fell in love? Do you remember the time when we first met, girl?" She sings softly while combining the flour, baking soda, sugar, and salt for her flour mixture. Once combined she folds in the frozen blueberries.

Surprisingly, the boys also had muffin tins, which happened to be on a very high shelf. Sonya assumed Sam and Dean had been sleeping so she ignored the fact Dean's shirt rode up her waist as she reached for the pan. Of course, she knew her ass was on display, all she was wearing was a thong, but once again, she believed she was all alone.

"I didn't believe you when you said you had a tramp stamp," Dean remarks, arms crossed and smirking as he leans against the door. Sonya's butterfly tattoo centered in the middle of her waist slightly above her ass was on full display.

"Why are you up?" She asks placing the batter in the tins occasionally looking up at Dean.

"Couldn't sleep and then I thought I was going crazy because I heard the soft singing of Do You Remember the Time by Michael Jackson," he explains as he walks closer to Sonya.

Sonya giggles at Dean's comments as she places the muffins in the oven.

"Just had to come and see the source?" She asks turning around to face him and leaning over the counter.

"Something like that. What's keeping you up?" He questions looking deeply into her eyes.

"I was craving something sweet. Plus, I just don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight," she explains, biting her lip and twiddling her thumbs.

"You're thinking about that jackass, aren't you? If the thought of explaining why you had to crash at your friend's place induces anxiety, I gotta say you're probably not with the right guy," he says taking a seat on the island.

"He's all I know. We've been together since high school. I don't know anyone but him. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to move on. It sucks but sticking with what you know is easy," Sonya explains resting her cheek in her palm. She looks up at Dean waiting for him to respond.

"That's the good thing about being young. You have time to move on and meet new people," he informs her with a smile.

"You really dislike Andy, don't you," she jokes putting the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Andrew doesn't deserve what he's got," Dean shoots back.

"He works hard at his job. He's an incredible teacher," she says.

"I'm not talking about his job. I'm talking about you. He doesn't deserve to get you and then treat you like shit," Dean reveals as he walks up behind Sonya.

He places his hands on the counter, locking her in the space. He leans forward a little letting his lips brush against her neck.

"Dean," she says weakly, dropping the bowl in the sink and shutting her eyes.

"There's a sea of great men out there who'd kill for you. Give them a chance. There's one right here," he pleads, letting his head drop onto her shoulder. His arms snake around her waist as he holds onto her.

"Dean, if we go down this path we'll never be the same," Sonya explains.

"I don't wanna watch you be miserable with him when I know I could make you happier," he informs, turning her around.

Dean softly kisses Sonya, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other holds onto her cheek. He breaks the kiss to kiss around her neck.

"Dean," she gasps as she wraps one leg around Dean's waist, her back arching against the counter.

He makes his way back to her lips and begins to kiss her with more force. Biting down on her bottom lip, signaling her to open her mouth. Dean's tongue enters Sonya's mouth and swirls with hers as his hand sneaks under her shirt and grabs a hold of one of her breasts. His fingers twist and pinch her nipple as he continues to kiss every part of her he has access to. The two break apart gasping for air.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asks looking deeply into Sonya's eyes once again.

"More than anything," she responds, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck.

Dean begins to kiss and nibble on her neck praying that he was leaving marks. Letting everyone know she was his now. His fingers begin to trail down her body and stop at the fabric covering her clit. Sonya lets out a sharp inhale, the quick touch causing her to get wetter than she already was.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties," he says as he rubs light circles over her covered clit.

"Dean," she says in a shaky tone.

"What do you want?" Dean asks as he continues to rub circles over her clit and gradually adds pressure. Her leg that wasn't wrapped around Dean felt like jello at this point. He was the only thing keeping her steady at this point.

"I want to sit on your face," she says not understanding where the confidence came from.

"Okay, angel," he says letting go of her.

Dean gets down on one and kisses the inside of Sonya's thighs. Pulling her panties off at an excruciatingly slow pace, hoping that it was painful for her. He places her panties in his pocket the gets back up. The immeasurable amount of excitement coursing through his veins was unbearable. In just a few seconds, the goddess that is Sonya would be sitting on his face as he pulled as many orgasms out of her as he could.

Sonya was now confused until she saw Dean taking everything off the counter.

"I'd push them off to make everything super sexy, but I don't need Sammy walking in on this," he explains while he removes the last bowl.

Dean walks back over to Sonya and grabs the backside of her legs. She wraps them around Dean, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him with everything she has. He sets her down next to the island and then lays down on the island. He sits up to help Sonya on top of him then lays back down.

She makes her way toward Dean's face and places a knee on each side of Dean's head. He grabs a hold of her hips on and swirls his tongue around her clit. It causes her back to arch and pushes her pussy further onto Dean's face. He starts sucking on her clit making Sonya moan then quickly covers her mouth.

At this stage, Sonya had more control than Dean and began grinding her pussy onto Dean’s face. He motions for Sonya to keep rocking back and forth so she does. She moves faster and faster with each passing second. Dean maneuvers his tongue to slip into her pussy and taste as much of her as he can. It didn't take long for the pressure to start building in her lower stomach. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Dean I'm-" she exclaims as she leans forward to grip onto the island.

She grinds with all the force she has as she starts to come undone. The knot in her stomach starts to unravel and her legs begin to shake. She places one of her fists in her mouth hoping it'll silence her. Dean raises his arms to secure the back of Sonya's head as he gets up. He lays her on her back and gets off the island.

"What's going on?" Sonya asks, as sits up and rests on her elbows. Dean stands at the end and wraps his arms around Sonya's thighs, pulling her closer to him. He sucks on her clit and runs his index and middle finger along her slit.

"Fuck," shoots past her lips as she falls back.

Dean slides his fingers into her pussy and curls them in search for her g-spot.

"Do you think you could give me another," he asks as he pulls his fingers halfway out then slides them back in.

"Yes, yes please!" She whispers as she arches her back and pushes her hips forward.

Dean goes back to sucking on her clit loving how it affects her. How sweet she tasted, and how it would never be enough, no matter how much of her he got. He needed Sonya liked he needed air at this point. There was absolutely no way she would ever go back to Andy. Not as long as Dean was around.

He curls his fingers again but this time Sonya clenches around them as the pressure becomes intense again. She knows she close but she's too high to even tell Dean. He swirls his tongue around her clit once again and that was all it took. Sonya's legs wrap around Dean's head as she starts to unravel. Her eyes roll into the back or her head and she covers her mouth because this feeling was much more intense.

"Holy shit," Sonya pants.

Dean pulls her legs to bring her closer to him. He helps her sit up and kisses her softly. The kiss is tender and loving, a complete contrast to the actions he committed just a few moments ago.

"You did amazing," he tells her while caressing her cheek.

"You weren't lying when you said you knew a thing or two," she remarks running her hand down Dean's chest.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," he says while shooting Sonya a questioning look.

Her hand slips into Dean's boxers and she rubs the tip of Dean's cock. She spreads the precum all over the tip then begins to slowly jerk Dean's cock.

"Fuck, Sonya," he mumbles against her lips as he begins to kiss her.

Sonya wraps her legs around Dean's waist pulling him flush against her. Her hand starts jerking Dean off with quick motions causing Dean to start to lose it. All he could think about is if her hand has him feeling like this what would her pussy do.

"Fuck me," she says against his lips as she pulls his sweats and boxers down in a swift motion. She opens her legs and rubs the tip of Dean's cock along her slit, spreading her wetness all over it. Dean grabs the base of his cock and slaps his tap against Sonya's clit.

"Say it again," he demands as he just barley pushes the tip of his cock into Sonya's dripping wet pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, Dean," she repeats as she pushes her hips forward causing Dean to entire her more.

With that Dean became a madman. He slipped his cock inside giving slow and shallow teasing strokes before giving her what she wanted. He quickened his pace fucking her with force and angling his tip to hit her g-spot. Moans and ineligible words were spilling out of Sonya's mouth as the best sex she had ever had was taking place. Dean's cock fit perfectly inside Sonya, as if one was the missing piece to the other's puzzle. Dean throws Sonya's legs over his should giving himself better access. He also mutter incomparable words under his breath.

One of his hand starts to abuse Sonya's clit, rubbing it in fast circles, wanting to feel her clench around him, while the other grabs onto her neck. He pulls her up by the neck in order to kiss her.

"You're so fucking good Dean," she mumbles against his lips as she once again feels that intense pressure, but this time it was much stronger.

"You want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy," he asks as he feels himself getting closer by the second.

"Yes, yes please," she instantly replies. Within a matter of seconds Sonya does something she had never done before. She shuts her eyes, going limp as she begins to squirt all over Dean.

He continues to fuck her, loving how good he was able to make her feel.

"Just like that Sonya, you're doing so fucking well," he says as he fucks her through her orgasm. As her walls begin to tighten around Dean he knows he's done for. After a couple more strokes Dean cums inside Sonya, falls on top of her with his cock still inside.

"I don't have words to describe how amazing that was," she says as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't have any either," he says as his hand slips under her shirt once again feeling for her nipples.

"Next time I want you completely naked and I want to hear every sound you make," Dean informs as he pulls out of her. Some of his cum begins to leak out of Sonya's pussy and he quickly kneels down to lick it up. As he does Sonya runs her fingers through his hair.

"Too busy fucking to smell something's burning. I was able to smell it in my sleep," Sam says in an annoyed tone as he pulls the muffins out of the oven. He turns back around and heads to his room.

Once Sam is gone Dean gets back up and the two laugh. After trying their very best to be quiet they still woke up the moose. Dean kisses Sonya again, allowing her to taste how good they are together.

"So you're dumping shitface right," Dean asks he carrys Sonya bridal style.

"I'd be a fool not to," she retorts as she wraps her arms around his neck. Dean walks to his bedroom and lays Sonya onto the bed. The two cuddle until the next morning when they go to her shared apartment with Andy to pick up her stuff.

[calamitouscynic]

can you,,,,,,,

bake pancakes