John x Reader
Prompt: I didn’t meant to send that to you
Warnings: Smut, masturbation, voyeurism, swearing, minor fluff. No penetration in this one (I know, disappointing)
Hunting alongside John Winchester wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The stories of the great hunter were incredible to say the least, and from what you’d seen first hand, there was very little embellishment. But actually having to put up with him on a hunt was more struggle than the actual hunt itself.
He was bullheaded, arrogant, and mean. You’d been scolded by the hunter more than once and “grounded” from more hunts than you’d like to admit. He wasn’t your father but when he took you in after your own dad was killed on a hunt, he started to treat you like one of his own.
Of course, there were times when you’d be reminded that he was not your dad and you were not his daughter. Times when the 20 year age difference seemed non existant. When you’d watch him work on his beautiful ‘67 impala, covered in grease and sweat, and you had to forcefully will away the indecent thoughts that flooded your mind.
This was one of those times.
“Y/n!” John shouted, pulling you from your day dreams.
“Sorry.. what?” Peeling your eyes away from Johns bicep, and focusing on the confused look on his face.
“You going deaf? I said I’m all done with the tune up, so go pack your things and we’ll head out.” He slammed the hood down and wiped his hands with a towel to greasy to clean anything. “Sam and Dean are working on a case out in Nebraska, we’re gonna go meet them.”
“Alright.” You sighed, tired of never staying in more then one place for more than a week. You walked back into the motel room, grabbed your duffel bag off the bed and the gun you always put under the pillow of every bed you slept in.
An hour later you were in the passenger seat of the impala, flying well over the speed limit and listening to classic rock. John rarely spoke on these rides and you never forced the conversation, worried you might annoy the ageing hunter with your dumb 22 year old chatter (or so he put it).
You grabbed your phone. The lack of service gave you limited options, so you opened your camera and stared at your face, bored and not sure what to do. You caught a glimpse of John in your camera. You turned your phone so it was only him in the frame, snapping a quick picture before he could see what you were doing.
Maybe it was just a really good picture or your stupid puppy dog crush, but seeing John that way, relaxed in his own little world, enjoying the purr of the engine and the sound of his favourite music…. was absolutely breathtaking.
You managed to keep your goofy smile to yourself, but you had to share the picture with the only person you knew who would understand.
*Got this sneaky pic… fuck he’s gorgeous. Do you think he’d notice if I started getting myself off in the passenger seat? LOL*
You hit send. Jo was the only girlfriend your age you had and the only person who knew about your feelings towards the eldest Winchester. You were glad to have her in your life, knowing Sam and Dean may not appreciate the same kinds of texts.
Turning your head, you watched the world outside the window pass in a blur. The sky went from blue, to hues of pink and orange, to black. You were so focused on watching the sunset, you didn’t see John get his phone from his pocket, checking to see which one of his boys had texted him. You didn’t see the confusion cross his face when he saw your name on his screen. And you definitely didn’t see the confusion turn to shock, when he read what you sent, realizing this text was obviously not meant for him.
John knew you weren’t watching him but he still tried his best to compose himself. It wasn’t that he never thought of you as a grown woman, but he didn’t think that you would feel anything other than contempt for a jaded, miserable hunter 20 years her senior.
He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. He always knew you were beautiful, but looking at you now it was like seeing the sun for the first time. A barrier opened and all sorts of images flooded John’s mind. The feel of your soft curves in the palm of his hands. Your legs wrapped around his waist. The sting of the claw marks down the length of this back.
John shifted in his seat, trying to adjust himself as his cock hardened, constricted by his jeans. He thought of your text again and had to stifle a groan at the thought of you touching yourself in the passenger seat of his beloved impala.
When the sun was finally gone you laid your head back in your seat, ready to get atleast a couple hours of shut eye before meeting with Sam and Dean. That’s when you realized you never got a reply from Jo and normally she was good at texting back right away. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, frowning at the lack of notifications on the lock screen. You went to your messages and just as you were about to click on the first conversation in the list, you froze. The name at the top was not Jo. It was John.
“Got anything you wanna tell me, Y/n?” John asked. You couldn’t make out the tone in his voice but you figured it probably wasn’t good.
The embarrassment washed over you and you threw your hands over your face. Your words came out fast and mashed together. “Shit John, Im so sorry, I didn’t mean to send that to you it was a stupid text I mean to send to Jo. I’m so sorry.”
“It WAS stupid.” You recoiled from his words, ready for the lecture of a lifetime.
“Of course I’d notice if a beautiful woman was touching herself in the passenger seat of my car…”
Your breathing stopped. You brought your hands away from your eyes and looked over at John. There was a playful glint in his eyes you’d never seen before, and a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t thought about you that way, sweetheart.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I’d be crazy not to. Just never thought you’d want an old grump like me.” He chuckled but there was no humour there. You knew John didn’t think much of himself.
Your mind went blank. You stared at him, eyes wide and brows raised in utter shock. Was this really happening?
He reached a hand over and placed it on your knee. The second he touched you it was like a shock went through your leg, right to your core, igniting a fire you didn’t know you had in you.
“You can relax, sweet heart. I’m not gonna do anything unless you want me to.” He squeezed your leg lightly and rubbed his thumb on your knee. “I can’t stop driving cause we gotta meet the boys by morning or they’ll worry. But you do what you have to.” He practically purred.
He removed his hand from your leg and laid it over the back of the seat. You hadn’t moved, still too shocked to say anything. His eyes shifted from the road to your face and back to the road. His words hung in the air until realization finally dawned on you.
Looking down at your jeans, you brought your hands up to the zipper, slowly zipping it down. Hands shaking ever so slightly. The top of your black cotton panties was visible now. You looked back over at John, who looked as relaxed as he did before, except the knuckles on his left hand were turning white from gripping the wheel so tight.
Anxiety stopped you from continuing. You’d never touched yourself in front of anyone before. What if it took too long? What if you couldn’t get yourself off? What if he didn’t like what he saw and asked you to stop? The rest of the road trip would be the most embarrassing ride of your life.
“You don’t have to do anything if you’re having second thoughts. Get some rest and I’ll wake you up when we’re close.”
The gentleness in his voice was almost heartbreaking. As nervous as you were, his words and tone seemed to calm you down. You knew John would never hurt you, mentally or physically, so there was no reason to be scared.
“I’m not tired.” Your voice was firm, betraying no signs of anxiety.
You slipped your jeans off, and laid your head into the crook of where the seat and the door met. You hesitantly brought your leg onto the seat so John would have the perfect view of you.
Sliding your hand under your panties, you made a show of gently caressing your lips, running your fingers along your slit. You were already wet and your nerves seemed to make you more sensitive to touch. You closed your eyes and let your body take over, knowing exactly what to do from here.
Your middle finger gently slid through your folds, going around your clit but never actually touching it. Teasing yourself. Making your clit throb with need. Your gentle sighs filled the silence in the impala, and you knew John listened intently to every one of them.
“You look amazing, darlin’.” His voice was gruff. You opened your eyes and saw he was staring at your face. You smiled for him and sat up. You pushed your panties down your leg and tossed them to the backseat.
Sitting back into your little nook, you spread your lips for John, watching as his pupils dilated at the sight before him. You teased yourself a bit more before bringing your finger right to your clit. Applying more pressure, you moved you fingers in circles, alternating directions every now and then.
The heat in your belly was building, and your sighs turned to moans. You heard the sound of a zipper and looked over to see John begin to stroke himself. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen his dick, but it was the first time it wasn’t an accident. He was long and hard, and you could see the tip already dripping with precum.
Seeing John like this only pushed you further. Your circles getting faster and faster.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes.. so good.” You moaned.
“Are you gonna cum soon?”
“Yes, Im so close. I’m so close.” You starting bucking your hips, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your fingers.
“I want you to think of my cock inside you. Hard and pounding into you. Imagine how good I’d fuck you, sweetheart.”
The sounds coming from you were so full of lust and ecstasy that John had to stop himself more than once from cumming too soon. He knew he had to watch the road, but the sight of you, your eyes locked on him, your hand massaging your pussy, your juices dripping down your leg and onto the leather seat… it was so perfect he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
You could feel the impala flying, John clearly too preoccupied to car about his speed. The rev of the engine mixed with the sight of John stroking himself, his forehead shining with sweat and his arm going at the same pace as your fingers brought you right to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum.. John, I’m gonna cum. Please cum with me.”
“Fuck, Y/n, Im cumming!”
Your orgasm hit with so much intensity it almost knocked you out. Your fingers kept going at an erratic pace and your walls clenched furiously. You screamed John’s name as he did yours, imagining him inside of you with each wave of pleasure that hit.
When both orgasms had passed, you both listened to each others breathing. After a few moments, you opened your eyes and saw John, his hand and jeans covered in his cum, looking at you in wonder.
“That was amazing, sweetheart.”
“It was.” You smiled, relaxed and full of bliss.
You put your jeans back on and handed John a napkin from the glove compartment. He cleaned himself as best he could, and zipped his jeans back up. Exhaustion hit and you knew you were sleeping good tonight.
You slid closer to the hunter, careful not to overstep your bounds. The relationship between you two was changed for good now, you just weren’t sure to what extent yet.
“Can I sleep here?” Gesturing to his side.
He smiled at you, amused at how timid you became again after what had just happened. He placed his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you into his side. Your head laid into the crook of his arm and chest, and your arm gently wrapped around his waist, almost instinctually. You fit together perfectly.
Just before you drifted to sleep, you silently laughed to yourself, thinking how differently the night could have turned out had you not accidentally sexted the hunter beside you.