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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Sotto Voce: Chapter Five | John McGinn

Word Count: 1,815 Warnings: overheard masturbation, teasing, oral sex (female receiving) A/N: Since this is the last chapter, I just wanna give a HUGE shoutout to @sammisze for encouraging me to actually post this (I wanted to keep it for myself but she made me realize I shouldn't), @meteora-fc for beta-ing this and loving Meatball as much as I do, and @lawsandother for just reading this and telling me how much she loved it before I ever put it out. I hope you've all enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it <3

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John knows something is off the moment he steps through the door on Monday after training. He doesn’t know what it is until he hears voices coming from her end of the house, and he doesn’t think as he follows the noises.

Her bedroom door is open, but he doesn’t go in when he doesn’t see her. The voices seem to be coming from her bathroom and John can’t help but be a little jealous when he thinks she’s got a man with her, until he recognizes the sound of his own voice from one of his audios and his blood runs cold.

He pauses, the muted sound of a vibrator in the bathtub mix with her throaty whimpers and John’s dick twitches. When she moans his name, he doesn’t know what to think - does she actually know it’s him or is she just imagining the man speaking on the audio is him? - but he intends to find out when she comes out.

She hides her surprise well when she sees John lounging on the sofa after she gets out of the bath. She hadn’t heard him come home but she’d sensed his presence while she was having her soak, making sure she’d turned the volume up on TheScottishLad’s audio while she masturbated to his voice. It hadn’t done much for her except leave her more sexually frustrated than before, and she hated that her body craved an orgasm specifically from John at this point.

“Mental health day?” John asks nonchalantly when she emerges from her bedroom in short-shorts and one of his Scotland kits.

She’s acutely aware of how his eyes graze over her body in the outfit she’s chosen, breaking out in goosebumps as a thrill races down her spine and her pussy clenches around nothing. “Yeah.” She takes a seat next to him, and John instinctively moves her so that her legs are laying across his lap. “Sometimes you just need to sleep in, have a bath and a nice wank, ya know?”

John blushes, his ears tinging pink as his grip tightens almost imperceptibly on her knee. “I, uh, I heard.”

“Oh?” She feigns surprise, looking at him innocently. “Sorry - I can get loud sometimes.”

John clears his throat, swallowing hard at her innuendo. “I-It’s okay.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” he replies, not meeting her eyes.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Johnny,” she whispers in his ear, reveling in the power she holds over him right now. “Did you hear me cum?”

His eyes are glazed over with lust and she knows she has him right where she wants him. “I m-might’ve heard you, uh, moan my...name.” His accent is thicker now and there’s no doubt in her mind now that TheScottishLad is him.

“That’s because I was thinking about you when I got myself off,” she murmurs, dragging her nails down his chest. His breathing is ragged and she can feel his heartbeat under her fingertips and it drives her wild.

“You...you were?” He sounds stunned.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, nodding. “Besides...you’re TheScottishLad, aren’t you?”

John pauses, his eyes searching hers. “How did you find out?”

“Oh, Johnny,” she tuts, smirking. “You’ve got to learn to be more subtle.”

“I thought I was,” he pouts, and she resists the urge to lean down and kiss it away - they’re not there yet, even though she desperately wants to be.

“Actually, you were,” she amends, thinking about it. “I just know you too well. It took me a while to figure it out.” She pauses, leaning in. “So...do I get to see where the magic happens?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“I thought I made it pretty clear what I want,” she says, her hand drifting down his torso to cup his erection over his joggers. John’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a low moan at her touch, the sound going straight to her clit.

“You’re being a tease, love.”

Those are the words she’s been waiting to hear directed at her since the moment he used the phrase in one of his recordings. “What are you gonna do about it?” She challenges, letting out a squeal when he abruptly gets up and drags her to his end of the house.

Her eyes go wide as she takes in the bedroom he’s transformed into his mini-recording studio. To anyone who doesn’t know better, it just looks like an elaborate gaming setup or some Twitch thing; to her, all she can picture is him getting himself off as he speaks, all those audio recordings reminding her exactly what he sounds like doing so.

“Wanna record with me?” He asks, suddenly seeming shy.

“What about the other girl?” She retorts, the jealousy popping back up inexplicably.

“What other girl?”

“The one you record with.” It sounds stupid now that she’s said it out loud, but John doesn’t make her feel stupid for it.

“I don’t have anyone else that I record with,” he explains, stepping towards her until he’s pinned her against the wall. “I always picture you when I make these.”

It’s her turn to be stunned. “R-Really?”

“Really.” He runs a hand up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “I’ve wanted you for months now - I’ve just been using these audios as a way for me to take care of some of my more sinful thoughts.”

“Does this mean you wanna tie me up?” She asks, her mind going to his most recent audio.

John smirks. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

“So,” she starts, looping her arms around his neck as she pulls him closer, “are you gonna kiss me or not, Johnny?”

He responds by finally capturing her lips in his, and she can’t help moaning into his mouth at how good it feels to finally be able to kiss him the way she’s wanted to for months now. His hands find her hips, pulling her flush against him so she can feel how hard he is for her.

They’re both breathing heavily when the kiss ends, and she knows she’s never been needier in her life, especially now that her body knows John’s going to give her an orgasm. “Are you going to let me record you?” He asks again, his expression serious.

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding. “Now?”

“If you want - or we can wait until-”

“Now. Now is good.”

John smirks. “You know, if we record, you’re going to have to be quiet for me, right?”

“I know.”

“Let me get everything ready.”

When the equipment is all set up, John picks her up and sets her down on the table. His hands reach under her shirt and she gasps when they slide up her bare torso.

“Can’t believe I finally have you like this,” he starts, and she instantly recognizes his recording voice. There are similarities to his normal speaking voice, but the timbre and cadence has changed just enough to be unrecognizable. “Your body feels just like I imagined it would. All those late nights stroking my dick and pretending it was your pussy but now I get to have you like this? Truly mine. Are you going to let me do everything I’ve fantasized about?”

“Y-” she starts to say but remembers she can’t so she just nods.

John visibly softens, tucking a lock of her hair as he leans in. “I can edit this out.” A pause as he switches over to his vocal personality again. “I want your verbal consent, love. Are you going to let me do everything I’ve fantasized about?”

“Yes, John.” She groans, biting down on her bottom lip. “Make me cum so many times I forget my name.”

His grin matches as hers. “With pleasure,” he replies, leaning in for the last kiss before TheScottishLad takes over once again.

“Oh, God, I love your body,” TheScottishLad says as John kisses his way down her neck, his hands sliding up her torso again. “I could spend days touching you and not get tired of you. You’re perfect.”

His words made her melt, and she knew he wasn’t speaking just as TheScottishLad - he was speaking as John McGinn, her friend and now-lover who she now knew had been thinking of her the entire time he’d been making these - and the knowledge made her heart race and her pussy drip.

“Perfect neck,” he continues, kissing his way down to her breasts. “Perfect tits.” More kisses down her stomach as he cups her pussy and she resists the urge to moan. “Perfect pussy. And it’s mine - all mine.”

All she can do is nod, arching her back as she spreads her legs for him. “Let’s get you out of these clothes so I can start making you feel good.”

He takes his time, making sure every sound of him undressing her is captured on audio. When she’s fully undressed, he steps back, his gaze raking appreciatively over her body. She feels so exposed yet so sexy at the same time, and it turns her on more than she thought it would.

“Are you gonna let me taste this juicy pussy?” He asks, kissing his way up from her knees to her thighs as she nods. Her hands find his hair and her hips buck involuntarily, the gasp that leaves her lips when his stubble scrapes over the sensitive skin barely audible. She mouths his name when he finally gets a taste of what’s between her legs. “Mm...addictive. You taste like honey, love, and I’m gonna need all that I can get,” he murmurs, his breath fanning out over her clit and making her walls clench around nothing.

“I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue,” John promises, slipping two fingers inside her slick entrance. “And then I’m gonna make you cum on my cock.” He pauses, placing a sucking kiss to her clit that has her grip in his hair tightening. “And then...I’m just gonna make you cum until you can’t anymore.”

She brings her hand to her mouth, biting down hard on her palm so she doesn’t make a sound when her eyes roll back and her body spasms through that first orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises as he slides his fingers out of her pussy, smirking as she lets out a breathy whimper both at the loss and the praise. Her eyes lock with his as she watches him suck his fingers clean. “What do you say we take this to the bedroom so I can really make you scream?”

In seconds, he’s flipped off all the recording equipment and saved a copy of their audio for him to edit later. She’s growing impatient, but only because she wants to finally have her way with him. “Done?” When he nods, she takes his hand, leading him to his bedroom. “Good, because it’s my turn now.”

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daidalos-ikaros · 7 years

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Just a new day

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Two fake FBI agents come into your class and step into your werewolf case, so it’s not great that one of them is your soulmate, or is it?

Word Count: 1725 (this is the longest shit I’ve written in a long time)

Warnings: Canon-level violence, swearing, (really terrible) smut (im so sorry), soulmate!au, awkward moments with Sam

A/N: Written for @kittenofdoomage‘s Classic Movie Quotes Challenge (I know I’m late af, I’m so sorry) with the quote “Because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”. Shoutout to my beta @lauraalla (again, I love you babe).

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They walked into the room while you gave your students homework after your sociology class. Your class was very interested lately with the soulmates subject, what made your job a lot easier.

Soulmates were a rare thing nowadays, and not more than 7% of the American population was biologically capable of having a soulmate, and not even a 4% out of them found it. Soulmates were not what fanfiction said it was, either. Babies that were born with a wing-shaped mark on their shoulder weren’t blessed. They were cursed. Who would find their soulmates in a world where people moved constantly? And how would you feel if every time you undressed your partner, your other half, you saw a wing that represented that they meant for someone else? Winged people usually died alone, dealt with mental health issues or got too involved with drugs, alcohol or work, to survive the black hole provided by the lack of a partner and the pressure of society.

That last one was your case. Your job as a professor helped you to survive legally and, as a winged, you could call a sick couple of days whenever you wanted, and nobody knew you were hunting demons, werewolves or vampires.

But for your current hunt you hadn’t have to take some days to travel: the son of a bitch was killing in your town. And, as soon as the two pretty boys walked into your empty classroom, suits and all, calling themselves ‘Spears and Aguilera’, you knew they were hunters.

They asked a couple of things, neutral stuff, and then they got into the serious stuff. Not very subtlety, but you imagined that it was because you klnwe you were talking about werewolves, not usual animals.

“So, you haven’t heard anything strange lately? Howling noises?” You smiled ironically.

“Look, uh, agents,” you say, sarcastic. “No, I haven’t heard anything like that, but please… don’t mess my town up.”

That night you dress up, combat boots and flexible pants because anyone who says they’ve hunted in jeans isn’t used to kick things. You took a couple silver blades and two guns with silver bullets for the werewolf. You were sure he was staying in an old abandoned house nearly out of town, and tonight he wasn’t getting out of there alive. He was all alone, because there hadn’t been enough dead to feed more than one monster.

As you drove to the house, you began thinking again about tomorrow’s class on soulmates. It wasn’t easy too recognize your soulmate. The world didn’t stop, you didn’t smell of heaven, you didn’t just know. You had to tough them to know. Skin-on-skin. That wasn’t something y9ouo did with every stranger. But, in case that it happened, your wing mark would double.

And you felt it. It was said that it hurt like a son of a bitch. You didn’t really mind that, but finding your soulmate was something you’d given up a long time ago. That didn’t mind too much in your line of work anyway.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, parked and got out of the car, quietly entering the house with a gun in your hand and a knife at an arms reach. You were almost in the kitchen’s door, heart pounding with adrenaline and expectation, back pressed against the wall, when you heard a voice. And you thought that you were screwed, because if the werewolf wasn’t alone, you were fucking dead.

You peeked into the room to figure out your plan and then you saw hem. The two guys from your class. That was who the werewolf the werewolf was talking to. The tall, long-haired one seeped to be okay, despite the circumstances, but the other was beaten up, both of them tied to chairs. The monster was looking and talking at them, its back to you, and you took your chance.

You stepped into the kitchen and shot until the chamber was empty. The werewolf fell to the ground, dead without a chance, and you took your knife out to free the guys’ hands and feet.

“I told you,” you said, working on the tall one’s ropes, “not to mess my hunt. In my town. He kept his mouth shut, but his partner didn’t.

“Well, sweetheart, it seems like you had it covered. Not just a goodie but badass professor, are we?”

“If you don’t shut your mouth, and I’m serious here, I’ll leave you here.” You had already finished with the first man’s ropes, and you were heading towards the other while he stood up and picked up his gun from the floor, still silent. “I bet your big mouth gave you that beating, tough boy.”

“Name’s Dean. He’s Sam.”

“As in, Sam and Dean Winchester?” He seemed to swell with pride and answered.

“Yes.”

“Well then. Now I get why you die all the time.” You’d finally finished with his feet and you got to his hands. You grazed your forearm against his and you automatically run out of air.

“Fuck.” You touched his hand again and gasped in surprise and pain. He cursed too. You got up his knife and cut his shirt’s shoulder. The wing on his left shoulder was not alone. Not anymore.

“If you wanted to get me naked, soulmate, you should probably wait for my little brother to go away.” You felt your chest swell with his voice. You needed to keep it cool.

“Shut up. We’re gonna go to my place and patch you up, and then we’ll talk.” You got out of the place, watching as Sam helped Dean, still without a word and astonished. “Follow my car,” you said, and got out of the house.

You arrived with a 67 Impala following you. His car roared beautifully and the shiny black hood glowed with the moonlight. You were forcing yourself to actually think about the car to avoid thinking about the man inside it. Dean was, without a doubt, beautiful. But he was also a hunter, the hunter. He wasn’t going to stay.

When you got into the apartment, the two men behind you, you ordered Sam and Dean to sit down on the couch while you went for you medicine cabinet. You returned right away, and asked Sam if he was hurt.

“Just bruises,” he answered. You turned to Dean.

“Which one is the most serious?”

“Arm,” he grunted. There was a deep cut, which you cleaned and patched up, before doing the same with the rest of the wounds. Eventually you got to the point of taking his shirt off, but you did your best to ignore it. When you were finished, you looked up at him and found his green eyes staring at you. You didn’t look away when you asked.

“Any of you need some pain meds?”

“I’m good,” Sam said, voice subtly tense. “Do you know of some place where I can stay?”

“There’s a room at the end of the corridor, and you can shower if you want.

“Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded. “Good night, Y/N, thank you for the saving. Night, Dean.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night, Sammy.” You were still looking at each other’s eyes when he got out of the room.

“So…” Dean started. “What now?” You didn’t think. You just threw yourself forward and kissed him. He gasped, surprised, and you moaned when he kissed back, both hands grabbing your hair and pulling you closer.

You got up from your kneeling position and sat on his lap, grinding against him. He broke the kiss for a second.

“Are you sure?” he asked, panting.

You nodded, panting, and his hands were on your waist, on your hips, lower. You stood up and took off your boots, socks, jeans and panties in a second, also getting rid of Dean’s jeans and underwear. You were already very wet, adrenaline and the rush of finding your soulmate doing their job and adding to Dean’s hotness. Dean, surprised by your hurry followed suit, grabbing you by the hips and forcing you to sit on his lap again.

“So, agent Spears… I heard rumors about you… they say you’re a pro with your mouth. Always wondered if that was true.”

“Let me prove it to you. Get you ready.” You smiled.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m ready enough.”

He had spent all that time kissing and nibbling your neck, and now was struggling trying to take off your shirt. He finally took it off with your help and both of you attacked the other’s chest and neck again, while you took one of his hands to the apex of your legs. He moaned when he felt your wetness.

“Ready enough, Dean,” you said. “Are you?” He repeated your movements and you smiled when you could palm at the bulge in his jeans.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, and you giggled, before getting a bit up and then down on his cock. You groaned at the same time, and you didn’t stop, you just started riding him with ease, making what felt good, slow, and then fast. He just let you, lying back and enjoying the ride, making delicious noises every once in a while. You didn’t miss the opportunity to tease.

“For a grumpy hunter like you, you’re quite submissive.”

“I like a woman who takes control. Doesn’t mean I can’t be a bossy alpha male if I want, though,” he smiled and you laughed, cutting with a moan when he shoot his hips up. He smiled when your breath hitched.

“I’m coming,” you got to say, before muffling your sounds biting into Dean’s shoulder. You grazed his wings with your fingertips and he gasped.

“Right behind you, soulmate,” he whispered in your ear and came just then, with a grunt, filling you up. You stayed like that for a second, both of you rubbing each other’s wings as a sort of aftercare.

You managed to carry Dean and yourself up to the bathroom for a quick clean up and then to the bedroom, where he spooned you under the covers of your bed, his arm around you.

“Will you stay?” You asked, a bit sleepy, a bit totally aware of his words.

“I wouldn’t even dream of leaving,” he answered quietly. And you fell asleep, hoping for a new day to begin.

Because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

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