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wraithlafitte · 3 months

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bitchin'

pairing: dean winchester x reader

CONTENT: violence (hunting), SMUT, only one bed~ enemies to lovers (kinda), unprotected p in v (encase before you embrace), hate sex, Dean calls reader "princess" mockingly, manhandling, slapping, spanking, big dick!Dean has all the audacity, dirty talk, degradation, choking, cum eating, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, squirting

word count: 4.7k

To say you were unhappy to be working with Dean Winchester would be putting it lightly. A massive understatement, in fact. But, as luck would have it, you needed backup on a vamp case; and when you called Bobby Singer for help, it turned out that Dean was the only hunter nearby.

Your jaw set uncomfortably as you dialed his number and held the phone to your ear. Asking for help from anyone was hard, but from this man? Practically your mortal enemy? A feeling of shame, or maybe embarrassment, crept into your stomach as you listened to the phone ring.

He's probably just watching it ring, you thought cynically. Who's to say he would pick up at all? Maybe he won't, you hoped.

There was a laundry list of reasons why Dean was the last person you'd want to work with on a case. He was reckless, had no respect for plans, and tended to go in guns blazing without regard for his own life, which meant that you would constantly be saving his ass. And boy, was he a pain in yours.

The cherry on top of the Dean Winchester disaster cake was that he hated your guts. You never really figured out why, but you assumed it was his misogynistic tendency to be completely contrary to any woman he met who didn't fall all over him. God forbid a woman doesn't care about his rugged good looks or roguish bravery!

When he finally picked up, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, dripping with self-righteousness. "Well, well. What do you want?"

You decided it would be best to cut to the chase and just get it over with. "I'm working a case in Nevada," you said calmly. He would not get you riled up. "Vegas. There's a vamp nest, been snatching homeless people. Tunnel dwellers," you added. "Not that it matters. People are people, vamps are vamps."

"What are you tellin' me for?" Dean asked gruffly. He was gonna make you say it. Of fucking course he was, because he just had to hold it over your head.

"Need backup," you said curtly. "There's at least five of them."

"So what you're sayin' is...." The smugness in his voice was unmistakeable.

"I need your help, you dick."

"Oh do you now."

You huffed, already fed up with him. "Bobby says you're the only hunter he knows nearby. Said you're in Flagstaff."

"Maybe I am," he said vaguely. "Bobby should know not to tell you anything about where I am or recommend me as reinforcements for you."

"He didn't want to, but I made him. Are you coming or not?" you said sharply.

I'll be there by nightfall. Don't wait up," he said teasingly and hung up, leaving you to listen to the tone, steaming.

Why does he have to make everything so difficult?

Rough pounding on the door of your motel room startled you up from your chair at midnight. Dean wasn't even in the room yet, and he was already tormenting you. You went to the door and jerked it open, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could feel the headache coming on.

"Honey, I'm home," Dean said wickedly. He pushed past you into the room, dropping his duffel bags in the middle of the floor. He dropped into the chair you had just vacated and looked up at you with a shit-eating grin.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be," you warned him, eyes narrowing.

"Hey, I'm just excited to kill some vamps," he said, jabbing a finger towards you.

"Give it up. We both know you would rather be anywhere else."

"True," he conceded. "But let me just bask in the moment real quick."

You roll your eyes and return to your task, packing up your stuff. "Don't get too comfortable. We can't stay here. I was followed earlier."

"Perfect," Dean said sarcastically. "Of course you were."

You turn on him. "It can happen to anyone."

"Sure," he mocked. "So what's the plan, genius?"

Your face hardened. "We take the fight to them."

"Say no more."

The vampire's nest was in an abandoned warehouse (real original) that was a few streets away from one of the tunnels that the homeless had set up camp in. Chain link fence, corrugated metal, broken windows, the whole deal. And of course Dean wouldn't wait to make a game plan, sliding open a side door like nothing bad was waiting to jump him. In a vampire nest. At night.

All you could do was follow him, machete at the ready, and hope that the scuffing of his boots on the concrete floor wouldn't alert any vampires to your presence.

Dean ducked down, holding a fist in the air. You hurried behind him and crouched behind a shelf just in time to miss a patrolling vampire rounding the corner. Without missing a beat, Dean jumped out behind it and chopped it at the neck soundlessly. The body fell to the floor. As much as you hated to admit it, he was good.

You crept in the direction the fang had come from, Dean hot on your heels. He was so close you could hear his leather jacket creaking, smell his cologne, feel him practically breathing down your neck. You shot him a glare over your shoulder, then suddenly you hear voices. You stopped abruptly in your tracks, causing Dean to bump into you. You elbowed him and gave him a look.

Peeking around the doorframe, you saw what appeared to be the vamps' main hangout room. And there were a lot more than five of them, lounging around the walls, circling victims that were hung by their wrists from a beam.

"We can take them," Dean whispered in your ear.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" you hissed back. You tried to count the dark shapes in the next room. "There's at least ten in there. There's only two of us."

"We can do it." Without waiting for a reply, Dean busted down the door and started swinging. You had no choice but to follow as the vampires started coming out of their startled stupor and attacking.

Dean cut down two of them easily, their heads rolling on the floor before they knew what hit them. The rest, however, had time to react.

One of the vampires rushed you, just managing to avoid your blade as you swung it. She snarled and leapt towards you. You slashed her across the chest and she howled, clutching her shirt. You took the opportunity and decapitated her.

Someone grabbed you from behind, claw-like nails scratching your neck as it was forced to the side, baring your skin. You stabbed behind you, blade finding purchase, and used the distraction to cut off the fang's head.

Another vamp rushed you from the front. You swung your blade out in defense, but he just grabbed it and ripped it from your hand. Then, as if they could smell your defenselessness, you were suddenly swarmed, vampires clawing at your skin, your clothes, pulling your hair. Several hard punches landed to your gut and your face and the wind was knocked out of you as you fell to the floor, smacking the side of your head into the concrete. You yelped in pain and shock.

A boot pressed into the side of your neck and your vision was suddenly obscured by a heavy-set vampire bearing down on you, grinning. "Not so tough now without your little sword," he sneered, fangs descending. His mouth was smeared with blood and you could smell the tang of iron on his breath. You struggled to breathe as the pressure on your neck increased, your vision getting spotty.

Great, this is how I die....

As if in the distance, you heard Dean shout. The looming face of the vamp was promptly detached from its body, hitting the floor by your head. His body fell on top of yours, his gross bloody neck stump right in your view. The boot left your neck and charged in the direction of Dean's voice.

You struggled to free yourself from beneath the former vamp, ears ringing from your near-suffocation. You could hear the ensuing scuffle, all grunts and wet slices and heavy footfalls, but you had no idea who was winning.

Then, it was silent.

You held your breath instinctively, listening to a lone pair of footsteps approaching you. You found yourself realizing for the first time that you hoped Dean was coming. Better than the alternative.

Sure enough, Dean's hunt-beaten face appeared above you, screwed up with effort as he pushed the large vamp's body off of you. You sat up quickly, surveying the carnage, slapping away the extended helping hand. The shock of your near death experience wore off quickly, but the adrenaline from the fight did not, so your energy turned towards Dean.

"What the fuck, Dean?" you yelled, rising to your feet, wincing from the pain in your sides.

"What do you mean what the fuck?" he returned angrily. "I just saved your goddamn life!"

"After you endangered it!" you shoved him, scowling furiously. "Ten to two are not good odds! We could have fucking died! I almost did!"

"Hazards of the job, sweetheart!"

"There's hazards, and then there's suicide," you replied, fuming.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't have to thank me."

"I won't." You shoved him out of your way and made for the door. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."

"Not so fast, princess," Dean called after you. "Hunt's not over."

You froze in your tracks. "What."

"I didn't get all of 'em." You whirled around to face Dean, who was looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

Your voice was dangerously quiet. "What do you mean you didn't get all of them?"

He made an attempt at a self-confident grin. "They saw me ganking their buddies like nobody's business, turned tail and ran. I was more concerned about saving your life than to chase."

You smirked tauntingly. "Oh, you cared about my life?"

Dean just shrugged. "Couldn't just leave you there."

"Whatever." You started walking to the entrance again. "Since you let some get away, I say we get a night's sleep. They'll probably be expecting us to come after them, so they won't hunt again tonight. We can pick up the trail in the morning."

"What do you mean you only have one room left?" Dean asked angrily, slamming his hands down on the motel counter.

The clerk looked at him blankly. "Just what I said."

You were at the cheapest motel you could find in the city that was built on tourism. You and Dean were both short on cash, so it seemed like the best option. It was this or take shelter with the junkies in the tunnels.

"I'm not spending the night in the same room as her!"

You hit his shoulder. "Hey!"

"Like you don't feel the same," Dean said exasperatedly, digging out his wallet. "Next cheapest is still too expensive. I'm basically broke," he whined, rifling through his meager collection of bills.

"What happened to all your credit cards, Mr. Fraud?" you sneered.

Dean glared at you. You glared back. After a few moments, the clerk cleared his throat.

"So, do you want the room or not?"

You dropped your bags just inside the door of the room. "You're fucking kidding me."

Dean pushed past you. "What- oh. Oh my goddd." He ran his hand down his face tiredly.

Staring you in the face was the decidedly lumpy surface of a double bed. One. That fucking clerk could've warned you.

You and Dean slowly looked at each other, then you made a mad dash to claim the bed, shoving each other out of the way, kicking, tackling, until you both lay tangled on the floor, still not in the bed. You had his arm pinned behind his back, but he was pinning you to the floor with his weight.

You jerked on his arm, panting, and he grunted painfully, digging his knee into your side.

"Say.. uncle," you gritted out.

"You first!" Dean rasped.

"No!"

You laid there for a few more seconds, then, almost as if it was painful, Dean asked, "Should we- call it a draw?"

You rolled your eyes and released him. He rolled off of you, getting to his feet. He didn't help you up, of course.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," he said spitefully.

"Well, neither am I." Your eyes narrowed.

You laid on the bed stiffly, positioned all the way at the edge of the mattress, as far away from Dean as possible. He was doing the same, and the blanket was pulled taut between you as you wordlessly battled over it.

You were steaming. You should have known that everything would go to shit if you called on him. He completely ruined what should have been a one-hour job, endangering your life and letting a few vamps go. He did, technically, save your life though. You were grateful, but you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Adrenaline from the hunt and your constant fighting with Dean coursed through your veins, keeping every sense on high alert. Every tug of the sheets from Dean lit a fire under your skin. His weight behind you on the bed filled you with a painful awareness of how touch-starved you truly were. As much as you tried to suppress it, tension began building in your core.

You shifted uncomfortably, squeezing your thighs together. "Ugh," you let out before you could stop yourself.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled through the darkness.

The sound of his voice, rough with tiredness, intensified how extremely horny you felt. You felt your underwear getting damp in spite of your hate for the man.

"God dammit," you said frustratedly, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"What?" Dean said, throwing the covers back and sitting up too. "Why can't you just let me fucking sleep?"

"Nothing," you snapped, taking a swig from your water bottle. Hydrating would calm you down, surely.

"Yeah, right," he snapped back. "What the fuck is wrong?"

"I'm really fucking horny, Christ!" you blurt, whirling on him.

"If I fuck you, will you stop bitchin'?" Dean demanded, fire and a deadly seriousness in his eyes.

You opened and closed your mouth, stunned.

He just smirked at you. "Is that what it takes to shut you up?"

You stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"You want me so bad, huh." He moved across the bed and settled right behind you, his face in your neck, inches away from your own.

"Shut up," you say, flustered, still trying to keep some semblance of control. But you couldn't deny the arousal pooling in your gut.

"Say the word," Dean said smoothly, breath fanning over your exposed shoulder.

"Fuck," you whispered, cursing what you're about to do. You turned your head and smashed your lips to his.

Dean responded immediately, pulling you backwards and into his lap. He bit at your lips, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You made an indignant sound, battling him for dominance, teeth clashing in a messy display of pure desire.

Your lips only parted to rip off each other's shirts. You dug your fingernails into Dean's bare shoulders as hard as you could, trying to elicit some kind of reaction from him, which came in the form of a deep groan into your mouth. He broke away, panting, and flung you onto your back on the mattress.

Leering down at you, he placed himself between your legs. "That's how you wanna play, huh princess?"

He yanked your leg up by the knee and slapped the back of your thigh. An involuntary moan escaped your mouth, and Dean chuckled darkly. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"Just shut up and fuck me," you whined, hitting his side with your foot.

"Ah-ah," he tutted. "Bad girls don't get what they want."

You sat up and came nose to nose with him. "If you think for one second that I am going to sit here and play submissive for you-"

Dean laced his fingers through the back of your hair and sharply tugged your head back. You moaned in response. A smile slowly grew over his face and he let go abruptly and shoved you back down. Your back barely hit the mattress before he was yanking off your sleep shorts and underwear in one go, tossing them to the far reaches of the room. You gasped as the cool air from the room hit your core, driving home the fact that you were now completely exposed to him.

"Aw, already so wet for me," Dean jeered, running a finger up your slit roughly. You flinched away from the sudden contact, heat spreading to your face.

"Don't flatter yourself," you gasped as he shoved a finger inside you, curling it vigorously, relishing the wet sounds your pussy produced.

Dean palmed himself through his pajama pants, groaning. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he added a second finger inside you, scissoring you open. At least he has the decency to prepare me, you thought.

He yanked his fingers out of you, giving your pussy a quick slap, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling.

"Don't whine," Dean said roughly, getting off the bed and kicking off his pants and boxers. You looked down, unable to help yourself.

You saw where he got all his confidence from. He was big. You practically quivered with anticipation. You loved a good stretch, and you liked it rough, and this was about to be both.

"Like what you see?" Dean mocked, shaking his cock.

"Looks like maybe your confidence isn't completely unwarranted," you admitted dryly. You could feel your combative spirit giving way to lust, but you weren't giving up that easily.

He winked, grabbed your ankles and jerked you to the edge of the bed, your thighs around his waist, your hair fanned out on the blanket behind your head. Dean took hold of your calves and pressed your knees up by your face, leaning over you and pinning you down with his weight again. Only this time, it was way hotter.

"Gonna be good for me?" he asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

"In your fucking dreams," you spat.

In one fluid motion, he backed off of you, grabbed you by the waist, and spun you onto your stomach. You squeaked as a heavy hand landed on your ass, much harder than he hit before.

You used your feet, barely touching the floor, to push yourself back towards him, hoping he would get the point and just fuck you already without you having to ask him again.

"So fucking needy," he murmured in your ear. "Use your words, princess."

"Fuck you," you moaned, feeling his cock jerk against your leg.

"Mmm, that's not right," Dean warned, fingers digging into your hips.

You grit your teeth. "Fuck me."

Dean splayed his fingers over your ass cheeks, spreading you open for him, and thrust into you roughly, filling you in one go.

You gasped, feeling his cock throb inside you as your pussy complained against the intrusion and desperately tried to adjust to his size. He groaned as you clenched around him, pulling out slowly and slamming back in.

"Dean," you gasped out. "Don't be such a fucking tease."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, princess," Dean growled, his thrusts becoming faster. "You asked for this."

"Technically- you offered," you corrected, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure building inside you with each thrust.

"God, shut- up," Dean griped, punctuating his words with a deep thrust that hit just right, eliciting an embarrassingly loud moan from you.

He just grunted, hips colliding against you, now just chasing his own high. You pressed your face into the bed, clutching the blanket with both fists, fortifying yourself against Dean's relentless pace. His fingers pressed deeply into your hips, carving out a place for him, letting you know you wouldn't be coming away from this encounter unbruised.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Dean rasped, slapping your ass. You moaned in response, unable to think of a witty retort. "Bet it's been a long time since you were fucked, huh?"

When you didn't reply, he slapped your ass again, on the other side, sending fireworks through your core.

"Bet that's why you're so desperate for me," he groaned. "Haven't gotten laid in a while. Bet that's why you're such a bitch, too," he added snarkily.

"Oh, fuck off," you mumbled into the mattress.

Dean pulled out, much to your chagrin, turning you onto your back again. "If you want," he said, eyes glimmering with mischief.

You pouted and whined, hooking your feet around his waist and trying to pull him back. You were rewarded with a sharp slap to your pussy. You cried out from the stimulation.

"Don't whine," he growled, pushing into you again on the last word.

"Sorry," you whispered in spite of yourself, gripping onto his arms as he cages you in with his body.

"What was that?" Dean said, grinning wickedly and thrusting into you sharply.

"Fuck-" you moaned instead, refusing to cooperate.

He wraps his hand around your throat loosely, putting slight pressure just under your jaw. Your eyes widened as he slowly increased the pressure, jeering down at you, still slamming into you at an incredible pace. Your body started to become overwhelmed with all the sensory input and your core tightened.

You knew Dean felt it, because he grimaced. "Gonna come, you little slut?" he taunted, reaching down with his free hand to rub harshly at your clit. A low whine released from the back of your throat.

His grip tightened around your neck to see your reaction. You gasped, straining to get a full breath in, your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

"Such a fucking slut that you're gonna come from being choked out," Dean said through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Fuck- Dean," you choked out, both hands wrapped around his wrist. He eased up on the pressure some (he didn't want to kill you) and your hands moved desperately up his arm, gripping him tightly.

Dean was getting close, you could tell, but the question remained: would he come before you? And if he did, would he still take care of you? Somehow you doubted it. The self-absorbed jackass was probably going to cum inside you and fall asleep, like almost every other man you'd slept with.

Suddenly Dean lurched forward, shoving his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing heavily in your ear. You clenched in surprise (and also because a man getting desperate was one of the hottest things on the planet).

Dean groaned deeply in response and bit down on your shoulder, hard. You cried out, half from pain and half from the surprising pleasure it sent roaring through you, causing your cunt to squeeze down on him tightly. He practically whimpered, detaching from your skin and pulling out, pumping himself a few times before spilling onto your stomach with a moan.

He looked down at the mess he'd made of you, dragging his fingers through his cum. Then he brought those fingers up to your mouth and pressed them against your lips. "Open."

You scowled at him, once again determined to be contrary.

Dean glared back. "Open, or you don't get to come," he said harshly, forcing his fingers between your lips and teeth.

So he was planning to take care of you. Your neediness returned in full force, and you opened your mouth to allow him to shove his fingers deep into your mouth. You gagged as his fingertips hit the back of your throat, the taste of his cum filling your mouth. He pressed down on your tongue and you dutifully sucked on his fingers as he smirked down at the sight.

"Good little slut," Dean said nastily, obviously feeling proud of himself. He started to pull his fingers out and you closed your teeth, scraping his skin as he did. He slapped your cheek lazily once his hand was free. "Swallow it."

You glared, but did as you were told, sticking out your tongue to prove it.

Dean grinned. "Ready for your reward, princess?"

You moaned needily, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up towards him.

"Such a fucking whore," he chastised, bringing his hand to your clit and stroking around it lazily. A pang of arousal shot through you as you quickly approached the edge again. All thoughts of defiance went out the window as you grinded against his hand.

"Please," you whimpered, squirming under his touch.

"Since you asked so nicely," Dean mocked. He stuffed your pussy with three fingers at once, thrusting and curling them inside you. "Fuckin' dripping, princess."

He brought his other hand to your clit, thumbing it in figure eights in time with his fingers. You gasped as your core tightened. His fingers were bringing you so close to the brink and just keeping you there, never increasing the pressure just enough to push you over.

"Fuuuck," you moaned, panting. "Please, Dean! I need- I need-"

"You need what?" he teased. He twisted his fingers up to your g-spot, simultaneously ceasing his movements on your clit to press down on it hard.

"Oh, God!" you cried out, almost hyperventilating. The feeling of your orgasm building up was almost too much to bear. A dry sob wracked your body.

Dean nipped at your chest, gazing up at your contorted face with eyes so innocent looking you could've sworn, for a moment, that this was not a man you hated with your entire being, who was not currently doing the most sinful things to you with his hands.

You whimpered pathetically. "Please," you said in a small voice. "I need to come so bad." Your face flushed with shame as you finally admit what he's done to you, both with your words and body.

"All you had to do was ask," Dean said, sickly sweet. His hands sparked into motion again, redoubling their efforts. You let out a strangled scream as you were brought right back to the precipice, only this time, surely, he's going to let you?

It was like a pot boiling over, overwhelming heat spreading from your core out through your stomach, making your legs shake and your abs tighten. You made another strangled, desperate noise as you grinded down on his hand.

"That's it, princess, fuck yourself on my fingers," Dean goaded.

You struggled to catch your breath, eyes wide. Your face was hot and wet, and you realized numbly that tears were streaming down your face, running into your hair. He started to take his hands away, but your hands chased them, seizing them and bringing them back to your core.

Dean seemed surprised, but more than willing to fuck you past the point of no return. "Fuck, you just can't get enough, huh," he said, sounding mildly impressed. Your body shook as he all but stilled his fingers inside you, just rubbing your clit slowly until it became too much to bear and you pushed him off.

You laid there panting quietly, your body shivering from the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms you'd had in a while. For once, it seemed like Dean didn't know what to say.

You closed your eyes for a moment, then suddenly felt his hand on your clit again, rubbing vigorously. Your eyes flew open and you looked down to see Dean's face set in determination. You clutched at his wrist, trying weakly to get him away, knees trying to close around him, but it didn't take long for you to cum again with a shriek, heels digging into the mattress to push yourself away. Your cunt pulsed around nothing, and you felt a gush of arousal leave you. Dean looked delighted.

"I fucking knew it," he said triumphantly, holding up his hand to survey the mess.

"What?" you asked feebly as another shiver ran through your body.

"Knew you'd be so touch-starved I could get you to squirt," Dean explained smugly. He licked some of your arousal off his hand.

You threw your head back onto the bed exasperatedly. "God, I hate you."

"Could've fooled me," he returned, displaying his hand to you and smirking.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 3 months

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— LIVING LOVING MAID (SHE’S JUST A WOMAN)

SUMMARY : being Dean’s wife, doing very kinky stuff with each other, it’s the best thing ever.

PAIRING : dean winchester x wife!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, breeding/impregnation kink, p in v, dirty slutty behaviour/cute loving behaviour, sex tape, gentle choking, finger sucking, spanking, cum eating, spitting, cum kissing

WORD COUNT : 3.2k

A/N : led zeppelin song title. nothing to say but there's a Japanese song playing in my head Xxx

“So,” Dean wondered, fixing his laptop at the foot of the bed, “how are we doing this, baby?” He asked, looking at himself as the camera on the laptop recorded him and his wife beside him.

She flushed and pulled Dean’s brown flannel closer to her bare body, “I don’t know,” she laughed, watching his smile widen. “I’ve never done this before.” She looked away from the image of the two of them on the screen, and gazed at her Dean right in front of her. That heated look in his fierce green eyes made her feel more confident and unbearably aroused.

“You wanted to do this,” he laughed, shuffling on his knees to get behind her. She looked down at the screen, her eyes fixed on her husband who’s smirk only made her stomach do flips.

“Yeah, but…” she trailed off, following the movement of his hands up her body, slowly opening his shirt. Heat pooled between her legs, followed by a sensation of wetness dripping down her thighs that distracted her further.

“But what?” He teased, cupping her breasts to knead them roughly in his warm, calloused hands. The wedding band on his finger brushed against her nipple and made her inhale sharply and her focus was brought back to him.

“Don’t you have any ideas?” She chuckled, squirming in his strong arms. Dean rolled his eyes and let her turn her upper body to face him. She brought her hand up to cup his stubbled jaw and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

Dean smiled down at her and pecked her lips once more, shivering in response to her nails brushing at the short hair behind his neck. Dean tilted his head, his nose brushed against hers, and he kissed her softly again—a chaste kiss that trapped her top lip between both of his. Pillowy and chapped against her mouth, she smiled at his tenderness.

“I have a few ideas,” he murmured, keeping his hand on waist, bringing the other into her hair. She hummed curiously, but Dean kissed her again, instead of elaborating. This time, his tongue pressed against her somewhat parted lips, but he pulled away before she could respond to the affection.

“Like what?” She whispered, closing her eyes when he dipped back in for a kiss. Finally, Dean remained close as his tongue prodded at her lips. Effortlessly, his wet tongue slipped between her pink lips, and she leaned back into him, her entire body succumbing to his lips. His love. His adoring tenderness.

Dean pulled away, his tongue lapped at hers before parting from her mouth breathlessly. He cupped her cheek in his safe hands, brushed his thumb against her cheekbone, and tilted her face down to press his lips to her forehead. She smiled softly and moved with him to look in each other’s eyes once more, both greeted by fondness and warmth.

“You’re not…” he trailed off bashfully, letting his hand fall from her waist to her hip, and then across to her stomach. His thumb brushed against the smooth flesh by her belly button and something ignited inside her, her pupils dilating in instant understanding of what he was asking. “… Using contraceptives anymore, right?”

She glanced quickly at the camera, then sat on her legs, looking up at him reverently, shyly. “No,” she whispered, looking away when her neck began to ache.

“And… that’s okay?” He asked, sliding out of bed to strip out of his boxer briefs. “What I’m, uh, suggesting?” He wondered, concerned with her reaction, met with silence. She turned to face him with a loving expression; tall, handsome, and so tender with her. How could she ever have doubts with him?

“Yes,” she replied, shrugging his shirt off her shoulders while turning her whole body to face him. Dean’s arm stretched out to take the flannel from her and her eyes automatically dropped down between his legs where his cock was already stiff and ready for her.

Dean smirked at her the whole time that he blindly discarded his shirt onto his desk, covering it carelessly in the thick cloth. She glanced back up at him through her lashes with a look of seductive grace and beauty that made him breathless.

Dean slid back into bed with her, his mellow eyes trained on her lips. “Baby, I love you,” he told her warmly, diving carefully in between her parted legs. He put his arms around her waist to draw her into him, and kissed her with all the tenderness and love he could pour into her—like the most expensive, tasty, silky wine slipping past her lips from his very heart until she was drunk.

He barely removed himself from her lips when she felt his fingers teasing up and down the seam of her pussy, from her soaked opening to her clit with quick, gentle flicks. Her eyes fluttered open, gazing into heavy greens and pinkish cheeks below thick lashes. Dean exhaled shakily against her lips, getting a clear view of the drunkenness from his kiss in her dazed eyes.

“You’re so wet,” he told her, his voice just above a whisper.

“How do you want it?” She nuzzled his nose, her lips ghosting over his, so his eyes fluttered shut. Dean chuckled, capturing her lower lip between his teeth as he shuddered.

“I should be asking you that,” he whispered, his fingers sneaking away from her core to tease her inner thighs, “but if you’re leaving it up to me…” Dean cupped her jaw, his fingers against her flushed skin so gentle, unlike the hand squeezing her thigh until she leaned into him completely, cracked lips against her pink ones.

He kissed her roughly, hungrily, revelling in her moan, in her warm hands roaming up his strong thighs. His thigh’s muscles clenched and his cock bobbed. She was just so tasty, sweet against his tongue, soft, warm, and wet—like everywhere else inside her.

Dean pulled away with a sharp inhale, her soft hands gripped his cock at the base, and her fingertips grazed upwards gently, taunting him. He pressed firm, desperate kisses along her throat, grazing his teeth against tendons and bones, sucking on tender flesh to form lavender marks, and licking across the sweetness of her skin until his lips found their way around her nipples.

She whispered his name and arched her back, begging Dean to ruin her completely. His torture was slow and endless, firm and precise. Perceptive as ever, Dean pushed every button, teasing her to the point of breaking down into tears, begging him to take her whichever way he pleased.

Her breasts were left sensitive when he stepped behind her once more, and her cunt ached, pulsing to be filled by him, readier than ever before with slick that’ll make it easier for him to sink into her. She panted for breath, aroused by his skilful mouth and adept fingers in her, going anywhere and everywhere, except for the one please that clenched on nothing. Waiting.

She placed her hands over his own when he kissed her neck again, his hands returned to her chest, before coming back down spreading her thighs. She almost forgot they were recording, when she opened her eyes, and saw herself on the screen, flushed, short of breath, messy, with her folds glistening.

“Look at you,” he rasped, parting her labia with two fingers, exposing her entirely for herself to see on the laptop’s screen, “I’m gonna wreck this sweet little pussy of yours.” She whispered his name softly and Dean slipped those same two fingers between the seam of her pussy, gathering her slick, playing with her clit.

“God, Dean,” she begged, rocking her hips against his hand. She tipped her head back on his shoulder and took his wrist in her hand, urging him wordlessly to give her something, anything at all to make her feel full.

Dean chuckled darkly, and spanked her pussy, the impact landing right on her clit. Y/n gasped in surprise, then laughed. She squirmed and turned her face to look up at him when he pushed two of his fingers into her.

Her mouth fell open, but she willed herself to keep looking into Dean’s smug, green eyes. He pushed in slowly, then pulled out to coat his fingers in more slick, teasing her with each insertion of his fingers.

When his palm rested flat against her pussy, Dean pressed himself closer to her, to angle his fingers to fit inside her all the way. “Beg for it,” Dean murmured against her shoulder, grazing the bone with his teeth. She moaned loudly in response and spread her legs wider for him. Dean gladly palmed her clit, but it was so slow and singular, so she only felt a single shock of pleasure.

Dean slowly lifted his free hand up to her neck, wrapping it around her throat perfectly. He squeezed gently and her eyes fluttered shut. Dean could feel the rapid pounding of her heart beneath his fingers, excitement streamed faster through his bloodstream, and he tightened his grip around her neck.

“Please,” she whispered at last, opening her eyes wide and perfectly making his heart speed up, “fuck me, Dean.” Dean slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers and she desperately reached to grip the back of his neck to bring his mouth to hers.

“Louder,” Dean demanded against her lips, his grip tightening slightly so she felt a little lightheaded. He released her throat slightly after a few seconds, the wetness of her pussy drenching his fingers audibly with every push of them in and out of her. She clenched around him and nuzzled his neck.

“Please, fuck me,” she begged a little louder, her voice trembling. She bit his neck when he hummed softly instead of giving her what she wanted. He didn’t stop fingering her and chose to moan softly, entertained by her incessant squirming. “Dean,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs shut, “I need you so bad.”

Dean pulled his fingers out of her heat and she whined against the skin of his neck, pulling away to glare at him, her hand slipping away from his soft hair. “How bad, baby? Tell me how bad you need me,” he murmured, taking her hand from his chest, the one with the sparkling gem on her ring finger.

It shined like a star. A reminder of his love. His commitment. His loyalty. His faithfulness. A reminder of his happiness.

He kissed her knuckles and kissed down to her painted fingernails, then her fingertips, down to her palm. He planted a firm, loving kiss to her wrist where he could feel the pump of her heart beating against the thin vein with his fingertips.

She had to resist bringing her hand between her legs when his eyes closed, those gorgeous lashes of his resting against freckled cheekbones. “So bad, Dean…” she whined, taking his soiled fingers to clean them of her arousal with her mouth.

Dean's eyes flew open and his throat constricted around nothing but his breath. Her warm tongue swirled around his fingertips at first and she moaned at the taste of herself. She slowly wrapped her lips around his fingers, her cheeks hallowed as she lowered her wet mouth over them. Dean moaned as she lapped the stickiness off his thick fingers, coating them in her spit the more her mouth watered at the taste of her arousal.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Dean grinned, pressing his fingers mischievously against her throat when she took his fingers into her up to his knuckles. She gagged reflexively and took his fingers out of her mouth in shock. A string of her saliva remained attached from her lower lip to his two fingers.

“Asshole,” she seethed, practically striking like a snake when she jumped him for a searing kiss. Heat flooded through her body when she straddled his hips and his cock brushed against her wet core. She moaned against his mouth and swallowed his groan, refusing to let him torment her. “I need your cock inside me, Dean,” she whispered against his parted mouth. She rolled her hips against his, and each time, his cock brushed through the seam of her pussy, mixing her excitement with his precum.

“How do you want it?” Dean asked between lewd kisses, squeezing her ass before delivering a hard smack to each side simultaneously. She moaned softly, smiled wickedly, and sucked his tongue until he whimpered needily.

“Hard,” she told him, teasing his jawline with her teeth. “Fast,” she mumbled, holding his face in her hands to bring his face closer. “Show how much you wanna fill me with everything you’ve got.” But she never kissed him. Dean was dying for her to do it, if how quickly he leaned in to connect their lips meant anything as she pushed his face away with a chuckle. She slid out of his lap to lay on her back, her knees bent, tempting him to turn and settle between her legs.

“You’re so mean sometimes,” he grinned, playfully spreading her thighs open when he settled between her legs. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the pillow nearest to her to place it beneath her hips.

“I’m just being as mean as you love me to be,” she smiled triumphantly when he rolled his eyes. The loving smile on his face when he stared down at her made a flurry of butterflies erupt in her chest.

“Heh,” Dean bit his tongue thoughtfully as he smiled boyishly down at her. She lifted a brow at him and pursed her lips. “I guess I do like you mean and bossy.” She rolled her eyes at him and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it up and down slowly. “Yep, just like that, baby,” he encouraged her, his voice gravelly, hot, and a little playful.

It made Y/n’s insides quiver and made a new wave of arousal to drip down her thighs. “You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered breathlessly, guiding his cock to her fluttering hole.

“You look even hotter,” his lips parted as he watched himself slip into her, “taking every inch of me.” Dean rolled his hips forward and back slowly, closing his eyes at the sensation of her walls clinging tightly—hot and wet—around his cock.

“Please, don’t hold back,” she pleaded with every slow roll of his hips pushing his length in and out of her. Dean’s lip quirked up on one side at her request.

“If that’s what you want, ” he murmured, sliding his hands up the back of her warm thighs until the curve of his thumb to his forefinger locked behind her knees to keep her legs open and pressed almost against her chest.

Dean’s hips snapped forward, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. But he didn’t stop, continuing to pound into her as she’d asked of him while she clung tightly to the sheets. The soft cloth twisted in her grasp as Dean knocked the breath from her lungs and the sense from brain, and he adored every breathless moan, every expression filled with ecstasy, the impatient wiggling of her body.

“Fuck,” Dean moaned, “you feel so amazing.”

He brought his thumb into his mouth, coating it generously in his spit before bringing it down to her clit. She whimpered at the combination of pleasure he induced. With her hips angled over the pillow, the soft head of his cock brushed against her g-spot. And when he leaned over her, he touched her so deep she almost fell into the deep white pleasure of her mind.

She cried Dean’s name as heat poured over her skin. Dean’s warm breath fanned over her parted lips before he dropped his head into her neck, fucking into her with desperation.

Now that he was close, she brought her hands to his strong back, sliding her hands over smooth shoulders and firm planes before her nails left hot red marks on freckled skin. Her head pushed deep into the memory foam of Dean’s mattress when she arched her back, her pussy clamping down impossibly tight around him before her climax.

And finally, the powerful force of her orgasm rippled through her body like a volcanic eruption. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her thighs pressed inside his sides. Body tense and free all at once as pleasure burst through her nerves. Her pussy pulsed around him and her body shook as he pounded erratically into her, his own climax coming soon after.

His hot cum gushed inside her, making her shudder at the heat of it spreading within her. Dean groaned into her shoulder, his hips stuttering before slowing down. She breathed his name into the room, more reverently than a prayer. And Dean mumbled her name, his lips siding across her flushed, shimmering throat.

He laughed softly, muscles moving beneath his skin as he relaxed above her. She embraced him, loosely circling her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his soft hair at the top. She turned to kiss the side of his face while Dean’s hands moving around her waist.

The relaxation didn’t last as Dean pressed his lips lower and lower, eventually causing her to let him go. His soft cock slipped out of her, but his fingers replaced it to keep his cum inside her. Her pussy closed around his fingers, and she complained quietly.

Dean’s tongue moved around his fingers when his face finally rested between her legs. Carefully, he lapped at her drenched labia and swollen clit. Her fingers seized his hair at the overstimulation, so Dean moved back down to lick her clean around his fingers—keeping his cum inside her.

“Dean,” she whispered, her fingers tracing his cheekbone and jawline. Dean curled his fingers inside her gingerly, as if scooping up their release from inside her, then obscenely began to eat everything that dripped out of her. “Oh, my god,” she whimpered, her legs shutting around his head, shaking from the inability to fully close together.

Dean made his way back up to her lips when he was satisfied, leaving a trail of sticky kisses against her flushed, smooth skin. Before kissing her, he dipped his soiled fingers into her parted lips. She sucked softly, cleaning his fingers momentarily, but Dean urged her mouthed open once more to spit into her whatever he still held.

“Swallow,” he licked his lips, “swallow all of it.”

Dean pulled his fingers from her mouth to let her do it. He watched as she did what he told her and captured her lips with his—devouring, desperate, love inflamed with stardust. His warm tongue dipped between her parted lips, wet and messy, they shared a kiss that made them feel aroused once more.

“What?” She mumbled against his lips, her eyes glistening with playfulness. “Do you want to fill me up some more?” Dean moaned softly, his wet fingers sliding down her sides, then upwards along her arms, teasing, skipping, tickling.

She smirked at him and intertwined her fingers with his own. Dean’s gaze flickered away from her flushed face to the twinkling light that bounced on the rock on her ring. “Usually takes more than one attempt to make a baby,” he mumbled, his voice rumbling and raspy. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the ring before lavishing her body in more affection.

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