N/A: Hello! Yes, Jan di-chan has come back! And yes, I know it's been a long time but I'm back with something short but intense with super daddy John Winchester from the Supernatural serie, because I love this serie and because I needed to share it with you. I hope you enjoy as much as I did when I wrote it, and in English. And for the new ones that don't know me. A pleasure! I hope that, likewise, you like this story and tell me. Thank you!

Disclaimer: John Winchester doesn't belong to me, it is owned by the Supernatural serie.

Pairing: John x female reader; John x OC

Warnings: Smut

Now, imagine for a moment having a secret relationship with John Winchester and he loves to touch you all the time

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You gave a slight start to feel that hand on your thigh. Surprised, you looked at John, sitting next to you, who continued to keep the eyes and the conversation on his children, as if nothing.

With the heat blushing your cheeks, and the fear of being caught, you put your hand under the table and grabbed his. You tried to stop him, but this one clung to your flesh, digging the fingers, covering, climbing and skimming dangerously at your center. You stared at him, wanting to shout his name, only to force him to stop, but the only thing you got from him and in a slight way, was a malicious smile.

Then you barely had time to complain. The tip of his thumb mocking and blatantly brushed your mound, making you shudder, tense and let out a small exclamation that made both Dean and Sam looked at you, surprised. You looked at both of them, squeezing John's hand, his hand still caressing you.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh god" was what you thought when you felt he pulled your panties off and tucked his fingers between your wet folds. You nodded, as John returned to the subject, catching their attention. You had no idea what they were talking about, and you didn't care at that moment in time, so you leaned slowly on the back of the chair, separating your legs, unconsciously wanting more, unable to stop those fingers that worked in a magical way, forcing you to bite your lip to stop the moan escaping. You grabbed the arm of the chair with the other hand, and breathing heavily you looked sideways at John. How could he act so casually? How could…

"Ah," you exclaimed as he added a third finger, causing both brothers to look at you again.

Oh no, no more.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean straightened in his chair, frowning.

"N-nothing" and pushing away his hand, you got up, you lowered your skirt a little hoping they couldn't tell what had been going on, trying to save as much pride as you could, you continued "I'm off to bed, I'm tired, Goodnight". But you freaked out a little as soon as you started walking, feeling your legs weak. And you cursed John Winchester for it.

"Let me help you," John said behind you, grabbing you around your thighs he slung over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, much to yours and the boys. You clung, surprised, as he looked over his shoulder at his children "See you tomorrow" and went through the aisles of the bunker, smiling proudly.

Frowning your lips, you punched him in the chest with your fist, though not hard enough to hurt.

"You're an idiot" and crossed your arms "and pervert".

"I'm the pervert idiot you're in love with" he smirked and you couldn't help but smile "now let daddy finish what he started"

Well, What do you think? I look forward to your reviews with joy and eagerness and, finally, to tell me what you have found and if you want more. Because, indeed, my mind has many hot ideas that have to come out of the oven.

We'll see you in the next!