#dean was the first to give him that nickname

[heckblade]

it took four episodes. FOUR!!!!!! for dean to start calling him ‘cas.’ down horrendous from day one I fear

#love at first ‘gripped you tight and raised you from perdition’ #like this stone cold frighteningly powerful angel keeps showing up and saying ominious shit #and what did dean do? give him an endearing nickname #spn #spn rewatch #castiel #dean winchester #destiel

[thebiggestmenace]

yk something I find interesting is how Castiel became "Cas" to the other angels. we know he became Cas so quickly to the boys, but don't angels always call each other their full names? yet, Anna (and I think the ones at the playground) called him Cas

idk it's interesting to me. like, was this them acknowledging that Cas lost his need to serve Heaven and him gaining a sense of humanity?

#this is partially inspired by that one post about how “tiel” means “of the lord” #so was dean calling him cas the start of his defiance? #but also i am rewatching the show and noticed that anna called him cas #not immediately #but dont angels always call each other their full names? #zachariah was never zach #samandriel was never sam #balthazar was never something shorter than that #so i just find it inchresting #so very inchresting #rambling menace #menace watches supernatural #supernatural #spn #castiel #also tagging it as #destiel #because theres something in all this from dean #dean was the first to give him that nickname #anywho

[blakeblueboi]

Cat Animagi Au

Purely self-indulgent- I simply wanted to draw some kitties and honestly, I feel like this could be hilarious so here's some head canons I thought of while drawing this ---->

Harry

Harry was not at all expecting to be a cat Animagus. He fully expected to be a stag like his father or some sort of dog like Sirius was. The last thing he expected was to be a cat, and a very large one at that.

Harry became an animagus in eighth year.

Professor McGonagall was thrilled that she was no longer the only cat Animagus at Hogwarts. She personally saw to it that Harry was registered as an animagus at the Ministry.

Hermione often finds Harry curled up in the common room on the windowsill.

Ron is convinced that Harry is some sort of "titan" cat due to his humungous size but Hermione speculates that he's some sort of maine coon or Norwegian forest cat.

He is very much a void in the darkness and has scared the piss out of Ron, Seamus, and Dean many times.

However, his animagus status is kept quiet from anyone other than his housemates. The other houses now recognize his animagus form and give him weird or outlandish nicknames. They're mostly to do with either the faint glasses markings around his eyes or his larger than normal size.

Harry takes advantage of his smaller size to sneak around the castle during the night.

He has taken pleasure by nipping Draco's heels in the hallway between classes.

Draco

Draco, on the other hand, was hoping his animagus form was anything but a ferret. Every since that incident in the courtyard with Professor Moody he has loathed the creatures.

His mother predicted he could have been an exotic bird and for a while he was fond of the idea until he realized he would have to molt feathers every year.

The first time he transformed Pansy gushed over him and promised to purchase him one of those pretty necklaces that she's seen muggles give their cats. Draco had to explain to her how that was, infact, not a necklace, but a collar. Blaise would not shut up about giving Draco a collar for the next month.

Draco takes pride in his appearance and that does not stop when he's in his animagus form. He's always very sleek and shiny without a hair out of place. His tail is by far his favorite feature with how it looks like a fancy feather when he walks.

He's yet to register with the Ministry as an animagus.

He can often be found infront of the fire in the Slytherin Common room curled up on a silk pillow.

Draco hates the black smudge on his right foreleg that imitated the dark mark on his arm. Even as a simple cat he can't escape the choices he made in the past. He's tried ripping the fur out there but found that the skin underneath was also just as black. He had a mind to dye it but that idea quickly went out of the window for a multitude of reasons. One being he did not have opposable thumbs.

Draco and Harry

When Draco stumbled upon Harry in his animagus form it was completely by accident. At first Draco was afraid that the Chosen one would somehow recognize him but was surprised to find a gentle hand passing over his head and spine. It was the weirdest experience he has ever had.

Draco took to following Harry around the castle on weekends convinced that Harry was none the wiser about who he was. It was nice. Of course when Ron and Hermione weren't around. WHen they were Ron teased Harry about gaining a follower, as if he did have those already, and Hermione studied him as if he was one of the massive tomes she carried around. He was half convinced that she had figured him out long ago, but just hadn't said anything for some unknown reason.

Draco met Harry finally in the other's animagus form while stalking the halls late at night. A quick glance and Draco was petrified by two glowing green eyes in the darkness and it took everything in him not to flee down the hallway.

It took awhile for the two to get along in their animagus forms and on several occasions had to be broken up by Professor McGonagall who during several of those occasions was in her animagus form as well.

After a while, Harry and Draco slowly form a weird routine of walking the halls at night. They bond quite well during their time together.

Harry at some point joins the gag about getting Draco a fancy collar. Draco is surprised that it doesn't seem like that bad of an idea when coming from Harry.

Draco teases Harry about how even as a cat his furr is still just as messy as his hair is in human form.

#drarry #harry x draco #draco x harry #animagus #harry potter #hp fanart #harry potter fanart #hp fandom

[kaleldobrev]

Shiny New Toy (1)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You're Demon Dean's shiny new toy

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (3x), Smut (Oral Sex, Fingering), Virgin Reader, Demon Dean (yes, he gets a warning), Bondage (kinda?), Forced Orgasm (kinda?)

Authors Note: I feel like I should apologize for this cause I wrote this when I was horny past midnight when I should have been sleeping but I'm not going to apologize | What I should be apologizing for is the fact that I wrote this knowing that it's gonna be multiple parts | This is the more tamer of the parts | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to adjust to the unnatural red glow of the room you were currently in. Your hands were above your head, chained up and in thick cuffs. Your legs were spread apart equal to your shoulders; they too were chained up in similar cuffs. Looking down at your body, you almost didn’t realize what you were wearing at first, as you were too distracted by the cuffs on your wrist and ankles. You were wearing a thin layer of clothing; wearing something that you hadn’t bought yourself, nor would ever buy. You were wearing a matching set of lace see-through lingerie. And from the feeling of the cold metal against your ass, the panties that you were wearing was in fact a thong - something you hated more than anything.

Your stomach felt like it was in knots, and your throat was unbelievably dry, like you hadn’t had water in days. You didn’t know how long you had been in this room; the last thing you had remembered was being in the Bunker, you and Sam being chased with a hammer by Dean. In this moment, all you could think about was Sam, hoping and wishing that he was okay.

The sound of a metal door opened behind you, and from the sound of it, it sounded heavy. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather your thoughts and trying to lower your racing heart; but it was all a failed attempt. In addition to the door you heard heavy boots walking across the floor behind you, followed by a small chuckle. The heavy boots and that chuckle were two things that you instantly recognized. “Dean.” You mumbled, letting out a breathy sigh.

A hand touched your arm, and your body jumped and tensed at the same time from the contact. Dean finally coming into view, giving you the flirtiest of smiles; one that you had been so accustomed to getting from him. “Hey Sunshine.” Your heart picked up the pace at hearing your nickname that he had reserved only for you. “Your heart is going a million miles. I could hear it down the hall.”

He ran his hand down your arm, across your breasts, all the way down to your stomach, just stopping right above the hem of your panties. “Where are we?” You asked.

“We’re in Hell Sweetheart.” He said so matter of factly. You were fucked. One of his fingers started playing with the hem of your panties; a part of you was starting to get turned on, but another part of you tried remaining strong; but that part was failing as your body was reacting in a much different way. You were almost embarrassed, ashamed that you were getting turned on; and Dean had barely touched you.

He removed his finger from the hem and walked over to a small cart that consisted of an assortment of tools. He picked up one tool, that seemed like a knife of some sort. Your body tensed up again, afraid of what he was going to do with it. Dean chuckled, noticing that your body had tensed. “You afraid of this?” He asked, holding the knife up, a small grin on his lips. You nodded. “Aw baby.” His voice seemed very amused.

Walking over to you, he gently started tracing the point of the knife on your skin. He didn’t apply enough pressure to leave any marks, but just enough to feel the sharpness from the blade. He started at your legs and started tracing upward, stopping at the hem again. For some reason, he was obsessed. “So beautiful.” He mumbled. He looked at you, still grinning. “I picked this little number out for you. Needed to know if you would look just as good as I pictured you would.” He paused for a moment before taking the blade of the knife and cutting off the thong; quickly throwing it off to the side. “More beautiful than I pictured.” You knew he was no longer talking about the lingerie, but your bare pussy in front of him. Although you weren’t naked, you might as well have been.

“Dean.” Was all you could get out. You had wanted to say more, but your body wasn’t cooperating.

“If I touch you, are you going to be wet for me?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he had actually wanted you to respond or not. But before you could, one of his fingers was already touching your clit. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact. He looked at your pussy for a moment as he slowly slide his finger up and down moving some of the wetness around. He looked at you, seeming satisfied that you were already wet for him. “Sweetheart, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.” His face changed then, his grin almost turning into an evil like smirk. “Wait. That’s right. You’re a virgin.” He chuckled. “Virgins get wet so easily. I almost forgot what that’s like.”

You had told Dean in confidence a few months ago that you were a virgin. Upon telling him, he had practically offered to take it. But you had told him that you didn’t want to lose your virginity with a one night stand, that you had wanted to lose it to someone that you loved and someone that loved you just the same. You remembered briefly now, that he almost seemed hurt by your words.

“Now tell me.” He began, putting the knife back into the cart. “When you say virgin, how virgin are we talking here?” He asked. “Ever been fingered? Eaten out?” You shook your head. “Never? Not even once?”

“No.” Your no sounded so weak. It wasn’t like you didn’t want those things, you just never really had the opportunity. Hunting had taken up a lot of your time, and you weren’t one for one night stands. So getting fingered, eaten out, or having sex was something that didn’t happen for you. Although you were a little ashamed, you also weren’t completely upset by it either, given the fact that you had only just turned 21 a few weeks prior - it was perfectly normal for a woman your age to still be a virgin in all senses of the word.

“You know, when you first told me that you were a virgin, I gotta say Sweetness, I was very surprised.” He said, stepping in between your legs. “But, it gave me thoughts about you that…” he licked his lips before he started kissing your inner thighs. “Made me realize how badly I’ve wanted you forever.” More kisses; and more wetness started to form. A small moan had escaped your lips. “Cause baby, when I first met you, I wanted you, and wanted you bad. But, had to stop myself. You know why?” He licked a long strip of your clit. “Even though you were 18, a part of me thought that it was so…wrong to ruin you that young."

You shouldn’t have been turned on by his words but you were. You remembered the day you had met Dean. You had just turned 18 a few weeks before and you just graduated from high school. You had noticed the way Dean had looked at you, giving you his classic flirty smile. But you noticed how quickly his demeanor changed once you said how old you were. His demeanor going from overly flirty, to dad or friend. You had figured in that moment that he had no intentions of ever wanting to pursue a relationship with you given your age. You were a little crushed to say the least.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been trying to control myself around you.” He took one of his fingers and started to slowly push inside your cunt. “So many times I pictured what it would be like to just bend you over the counter and fuck that little ass of yours raw.” His finger was going slow, and you were thankful for that; but amazed at the same time. “So many times I’ve pictured having my head between these legs of yours and eating you out until your legs turned into jello.” He added a second finger now, and you tensed up, clenching around his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled. “And you’re taking my fingers real good too.” He said a bit louder. Two of his fingers were now fully inside of you, knuckle deep. “I may be a demon, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be nice and not let you cum. Especially given the circumstances.” The way he said it, it sounded almost as if you should be thanking him. His movements started going slow, as he started pumping his fingers inside of you. It was a weird sensation, but a sensation that your body had craved for such a long time; especially from Dean. You had wanted so much to lose your virginity to him; but not to this version. He was a demon, a cruel, heartless knight of hell. Not your sweet, loving, nerdy best friend whom you were in love with.

“Dean please…” You weren’t sure what you had wanted to say in that moment. You didn’t necessarily want him to continue or to stop; your body and mind were confused. You had felt like you shouldn’t have been wet for him, to be turned on, he was a demon after all. But all you saw and felt was Dean, no demon in sight despite what you had actually knew.

“Yes Sweetheart?” He asked, his fingers were starting to pick up the pace, every so often his fingers would hook and curl inside of you, trying their best to get the perfect angle. You felt yourself starting to get wetter and wetter, and you knew how much Dean was enjoying this. He had pictured you so many times. “Need you to use your words doll.”

The pressure inside of you was building, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “My little virgin gonna cum?” He practically whispered. You couldn’t help but nod. “You know how I know? You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.” He smirked. His free hand tilted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Your hips instinctively started swiveling trying to help yourself cum. He looked at your hips for a moment before making eye contact with you again. “Look at those little hips go.” He grinned again. “Want to look at your face the first time you cum. Need to see your O face.”

His fingers were aggressive now, his movements were erratic. Although you were close to an orgasm, it almost felt like he was trying to force one out of you; something that you didn’t think was possible. A moment later you started coming; your face contorted, and your eyes briefly shut. Your hips bucked up, and Dean continued to finger you through your orgasm. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising and falling. He removed his fingers from your cunt, and you already missed them inside of you. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“More delicious than I pictured.” He said. “Can’t wait for you to cum around my cock.” He smirked. This was going to be a long night for sure.

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[pagannatural]

2.03 Bloodlust

-Sam flirts with Dean by telling him (and the Impala) to get a room. Meanwhile he’s looking at Dean like this and the two of them are, literally, getting a room.

-Sam tells the bartender “we’re looking for some people” and the bartender says “sure, hard to be lonely.”

Sam blinks wide, grimaces. Dean looks at him, assessing. Sam looks down and then at Dean while he says “yeah, but, um…” slowly, then he regroups and pulls out a fifty, “that’s not what I meant.” There’s a sexual implication to being lonely and looking for someone at a bar, and the brothers share a very loaded look about it. It’s like this bartender accidentally hit on a truth.

Sam has been lonely for Dean. He’s been trying to get Dean to talk to him and spend time with him since their dad died, and Dean has been shutting Sam out emotionally. Sam knows Dean is lonely for him too, even though he won’t say it.

-Sam notices something is off when Dean says he’s been itching for a hunt. He and Dean also make prolonged eye contact after Dean kills a vampire and his face is spattered with blood, and Sam notices Dean is unsettled. They give each other strength just by staring into each others eyes. Sam’s always paying attention to Dean.

-Dean also notices right away that Sam’s off and asks him if he’s okay. Noticing Sam, for him, is less watchful and more like noticing the orbit of his own moon. Gravity’s off, something’s up with Sam.

-Sam went from correcting Dean every time he used Sam’s nickname to “he’s the only one who gets to call me that.” It’s so possessive, like he’s saying I’m his not yours. Dean notices and smiles to himself. Then he says “Sammy remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later” you’re gonna do what to him later?

-Sam’s development from telling Dean he has to let him go to identifying him as the only one who can use his nickname is also the change from Sam seeking distance to Sam acquiescing to being Dean’s.

-Dean tells Gordon a story about killing a monster at 16 while Sammy waited in the car. He didn’t need to mention where Sammy was, he wasn’t a part of the story, but he has a condition* that makes him talk about Sammy to strangers whenever he’s not there (*wretched, soul-crushing love).

-Dean tells Gordon he always thought of his dad as indestructible. Now he’s questioning everything about his dad’s teachings and realizing the version of John in his head is not the only one.

-Sam says he sees through Dean’s fake smile and knows how Dean feels, because he feels the same way. When Sam says that Dean’s behavior is “an insult to [John’s] memory,” Dean kind of nods and raises his eyebrows like “you have no fucking idea” before punching Sam in the face.

-For once, Sam is way off about Dean. He has no idea how Dean feels or what he’s dealing with. The idea of insulting vs honoring John’s memory is complicated for Dean right now. He’s seeing Sam being protective of John for maybe the first time ever and I can just imagine Dean thinking, I raised you, and the man you finally want to respect as your father asked me to kill you.

-Dean looks regretful after he punches Sam, like he’s realizing he took it too far, and Sam looks hurt and taken aback, his eyes searching to and away from Dean and his mouth open. And then Sam tells Dean, “you can hit me all you want. It won’t change anything.”

There are some potential layers to that.

1. They’re arguing about something else here, at the same time—whether or not vampires can choose to act ethically or if they’re inherently evil. Sam implores Dean not to kill them, believing the former. Dean wants killing to be black and white due to Dead Dad’s Last Words reasons. Hitting Sam won’t make the issue any clearer.

2. Sam’s words could be interpreted as “you can hurt me all you want and it won’t change how I feel.” About Dean. Or “whatever you do it won’t change the way things are.” Between them.

3. Sam has been begging Dean to give him something real and emotional, he’s been pushing and pushing him to get a reaction, escalating and becoming more desperate. Now Dean has responded. He’s hurt Sam, but that means he’s touched him out of uncontrollable emotion—or better yet has chosen to inflict his feelings and needs upon Sam’s body. The pain is better than nothing.

It’s hard to be lonely.

-When I first saw this scene I was shook. Dean hit his baby brother! My best guess is that Dean has never punched him like this before, outside of the context of sparring. I might be wrong about that, but the way Sam accepts the punch and turns slowly back to Dean with that disbelieving look felt too significant. I thought Sam was going to feel betrayed or scared, but Sam’s resolve strengthens, he gazes after Dean, and then he follows him.

And then things go right back to normal between them.

-Another thing Sam is missing is that Dean trusts Gordon partially because Dean can identify with Gordon. Gordon said he hunts vampires because vampires killed his sister, and Dean trusts another protective brother.

-Sam tracks the nest and Dean says “you’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Just like that they’re reconciled. Sam’s face is probably still throbbing, it’s been like 3 minutes.

-When Gordon pulls a knife on Sam and admits he killed his sister himself, it’s over for him. Dean is not having any of that.

-Dean punches Gordon in the face in front of Sam, then moves really close to Sam to tell him they can leave now. It’s like he wants Sam to see what he’ll do to anyone who threatens him. Dean is the only one who’s allowed to hurt Sam. He also asks Sam to punch him to get him back, so he clearly feels guilty.

-Dean’s true nature is a huge theme in this episode. He’s trying to understand who he is. Gordon tells him that he was “born to hunt” and “a killer like me.” John wrote the same things about child-Dean in his diary.

At the end of the episode, Dean tells Sam that he has the instinct to kill and would’ve killed the vampires. That’s how he was raised, it’s what John told him to do. I love how Dean is a caregiver and a killer in equal measure, he takes naturally to both violence and nurturing.

Sam reminds him he made the right choice. Dean says “yeah cause you’re a pain in my ass.” He made the decision because of Sam. He’ll kill for Sam but he’ll also decide not to kill for Sam.

Sam says “I guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass then.” Dean thanks him and gazes at him intently. Even here, notice the mention of their connection being painful.

Sam is now agreeing to stick with Dean not because of what John would’ve wanted but because he’s accepting his role as Dean’s guiding light, the one thing that gives him a sense of purpose and good.

Dean’s purpose is not killer or caregiver, but protector. He’s guardian of Sam’s soul.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 2x03 #every episode I think this analysis will be shorter and every episode I’m humbled

[via-l0ve]

Hi! Uhh, would you mind writing for the spn guys w/ a reader who's bad at showing affection the "normal" way and likes to give ppl stuff? And not like regular gifts, just things that remind them of the guys. Like beads or old bracelets or cool rocks & other shiny stuff. No. I'm not a crow. Y would u think that. Uh,,, bye. Drink sum water

Gifts! (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: this idea is SO CUTE. i literally love it. also sorry for lowkey disappearing lol, im sick with i don’t even know what and i’ve been in my depressed era but IM BACK BABES. PROMISES.

warnings: nothing!!! swearing i guess (should i even include this as a warning anymore? swearing is like my second language.)

Dean:

dean cherishes EVERYTHING you get him

“dean?”

“yeah y/n?”

“i got you this rock.”

“oh, really?”

he carries the rock with him in his jacket pocket because it’s just so smooth and nice and it’s from you!

i feel like he would find random bottle caps and start a collection with you

“dean!! look! i found this old bracelet on the road. it’s so cute right? and shiny. it’s for you.”

“thank you.” *literally melts.*

—

Sam:

DONT GET MAD AT ME!!!

Sometimes sam throws the stuff away

ONLY TO MAKe ROOM FOR THE NEW STUFF

he thought it was a little odd at first

“a bead… reminded you of me.”

“yeah!!”

“…okay then.”

he quickly falls in love with your habits

he finds himself picking up on them and stuff

he stores them all in a little shoe box

im sobbing. that’s so cute

the box has “nike” scribbled out and sam wrote “y/n’s gifts” on it instead

it’s so cute

—

Castiel:

CAS FUCKING LOVES IT

he gets you little trinkets too

they’re not as random as yours but one time he went to a thrift store and found a little trinket of a mouse and was like “this is y/n.”

but he has a little container for all of the beads/bracelets you give him

he puts all of your rocks in a very organized and pretty order

he loves the shiny things the most

you got him a pin that said #1 dad

despite him not being a dad

he was like

“this is the best gift i’ve ever gotten.”

wears it nonstop.

—

Crowley:

he’s a little confused at first

“you got me… a rock?”

“yeah!”

“…why?”

“it just reminded me of you!!!”

idk if you guys have seen Guardians of the Galaxy but in the scene where it shows Yondu’s collection of little toys he sets on the ship before he drives it??

that’s crowley

he puts all of his favorite things you get him right on his throne or in his pockets

he grows to love it

—

Gabriel:

he can’t get enough of it

you get him weird little pins and sparkly things and he adds them to his ensemble daily

he keeps them all

never throws anything out

“i found this chip and it’s shaped like texas.”

“i love it.”

you guys are on a walk around town and you find him an old bracelet that says “pookie” and you give it to him and he wears it EVERYWHERE

sam/dean/cas/crowley see it one day

“pookie?”

“yeah. that’s my nickname.”

“who the fuck gave you that nickname?”

“y/n.”

he shows off everything you give him

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel #dean winchester supernatural #castiel supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural

[blu3crown333]

Talk To Me Angle

Summery: Dean always flirts with you but when he does it lights a certain fire in you.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, dom/sub, praising, nicknames, choking, c*ck warming, unprotected sex (p in v), spanking, use of daddy and sir.

This a long one so enjoy

All you wanted to do after a long and exhausting hunt is to go home to the bunker and take a nice long and hot bubble bath. After we get back to the bunker all that dean wanted to do was to flirt with me,

“Tell me angle what you want to do because right now I’m staring at it” Dean leans up against the door to your room.

“Dean I’ve spent the last 3 days either in the car with you or in the hotel room with you, I just want to talk a hot bubble bath to relax” you say getting close out of your closet.

“Come on angle please you know I want you and I know you want me to by the way you look at me when I say those dirty things to you” you didn’t need to see his face to tell he was staring at your ass with a smirk, but is all actuality you wanted him bad. You move from where you were and walk right up to him and stand in front of him. “Maybe another time dean” you smirk at him and smack his hips lightly as you walk past him to the bathroom. You go to the bathroom and start the bath putting in your soap to make it bubbly. When it’s at the right temp and just the right amount of bubbles you strip out of your clothes and get in relaxing under the warmth of the water. After you are done with you bath you get out dry off and put on your oversized shirt that goes to mid thigh and your short shorts and head to bed, you fall asleep with he thought of dean in your mind.

While you were sleeping you start dreaming about dean but what you wished you knew was that he was in your room with breakfast to surprise you, all he herd was you moaning in your sleep at first it caught him off guard but very quickly peaked his interest.

“Am I hearing her moan, I wonder what Y/N in dreaming about” he walks closer just wanting to hear more of you. You moan out again but this time he hears you moan his name quietly. It startles him at first be realized you are still asleep but he can quickly feel the hear rising in him and he’s debating if he should wake you up or let you sleep. He get an idea to let you sleep but he’s going to tease you later.

When you wake up you notice the tray setting on your night stand and you get up and go into the kitchen and you see Sam standing there making one of his shakes. “Sam did you come bring me breakfast” you are still a little groggy. “No i didn’t but Dean did” he elbows you and giving you a wink. You playfully slap him on the arm in return. Sam knows about your crush on him and that dean has one on you. “Do you know where he is, i want to think him”. “Yeah he’s in his room, do i need to leave so you guys and have some privacy because i really don’t want to hear you guys fucking in there”, you slap him again and he grabs his arm acting hurt. “No I don’t plan on fucking him” you blush as you turn to walk away, you can feel Sam’s eye roll. You walk to him room and you knock on the door making sure it’s okay to enter.

“Hey dean i just wanted to thank you for the breakfast, why didn’t you wake me up when it was warm”, you question him. He gets a dark look in his eyes and you don’t see it very often so you’re not sure on what it means. “I heard something while i was in there”, he stands up and walk over to you push you against the door closing it in the process. You are to in shock by his movements to answer him. “ Oh talk to me angle, what did you dream about”, he puts his hands on either side of your head closing you under him against the door. All of the sudden it hits you about your dream, it was about dean and what you want him to do to you, “I don’t know what your talk about dean”. You look away not wanting him to see the growing blush on your face, he grabs your face and makes you face him. “I think you do angle”, he’s still grabbing your face admiring that way he can make you blush so easily. You just say quiet trying you best to melt under him. “If I have to ask again angle i will bend you over my knee and spank you”, as he says what you look at him wide eyed. You stand there not saying anything want to challenge him. “I gave you a warning angle”, in one quick motion he picks you up making you yelp, he sets down and bends you over his knee lifting your shirt above you butt. “After each hit i want you to count and say thank you, do you understand”, he says you are still shocked but understood every work he was saying. “Yes i understand” you say as steady as you could. “Good girl” he says as he rubs your butt. you feel his hand lift up and you feel it come back down firmly, “1, thank you dean. He smiles at how well you can listen and rubs you butt again. He lifts his hand again and comes back down a little harder making you moan a little you didn’t say thank you this time you were more focused on the growing wetness in your underwear. “Didn’t i tell you to count, every time you don’t count we will restart”, he lifts his hand and come down harder. “1, thank you daddy", he stops in his tracks. "What did you call me", grabbing your throat to face him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that" you look anywhere but at Jim feeling your cheeks heat up. Dean lifts you up and throws you on the bed and hovers on top of you "say it again angle". You looked at him completely shocked but you smirk as the look in his eyes, you lean in real close to his ear and whisper " daddy". You couldn't even finish lifting you body back to the bed before he's ripping the closes off of you. As your taking a moment to realize your no longer dress he's taking off his cloths and saying "I'm sorry my sweet angle but after hearing you say that word I can't wait any longer". Of corse you didn't mind it you couldn't wait any longer. He positions himself on top of you and looks at you for approval before pushing himself inside.

"Please dean I need more" you reach for his hips to pull him into you and he smiles and welcomes it. “I know angle” he starts to insert the tip of his dick into you can you can’t help but to hiss at the sting from his size. He very passionately kisses you to help you relax into him. He’s groaning into your mouth with how tight your squeezing him “Fuck angle if you keep squeezing me like that I’m not going to last long”. One he gets all of the way in you 2 just lay there adjusting to his size, once the pain fades the pleasure is overwhelming you try and move your hips but he stops you loving the way you feel around it makes him want to stay like this forever and he loves how desperate you’ve become and want/needing more. “Please daddy i need more, i need you to move” you looking into his eyes and see the concentration in his eyes as you say magic word again. “fuck” he drags out and he moves slightly causing you to wrap your legs around him need more that a slight movement. He finally gives in and begins rocking his hit in and out loving the most beautiful moans escape you lips. “You being such a good girl for me Y/N, i love those pretty noises you’re making”, his words make you twitch around him making him moan louder. He can’t hold back anymore he fucking you at a harder and faster making you mind go blank and the only thing you can think of is him and how good he feels inside of you. “Daddy please”, you’ve become a mumbling mess underneath him and he is loving it. “Look at my pretty girl getting drunk on my cock and mumbling my name for me, you want to come angle”, you don’t say anything you to dazed to thing properly anymore. He slaps your ass asking, “do you want to come pretty girl i need to hear you beg for it”. The smack to your ass brought you back just enough to beg. “Please daddy I’ve been good, please i want to come on your dick”, your begging so loudly that your sure that Sam can hear you down the hall. “Good girl I’m getting ready to cum, where do you want it”, you hear him say that and you lock your ankles behind him. “Inside dean please”, he smirks at your response. “As you wish my angle”, he thrusts inside of you a couple more times before he finish in you moaning your names and breathless, as you clinch around him a morning mess from both of your highs. You say like that for a few minutes before he jumps up and put a pair of his sweatpants on and going to the bathroom and grabbing a wet rag to help you clean up. “Wow look at you, your absolutely gorgeous with my cum leaking out of you” he is breathless at the sight of you, once’s he comes back to earth he get you cleaned up. As he walking away to run you bath you say out loud “I love you dean”. He stops in his tracks and looks at you setting up to look at him, he walk closer to you and kisses your lips and say “i love you to my sweet angle”. You look at him admiring his form when you notice he’s hard again. “Looks like someone is ready for another round”, you say standing up to walk him into the shower.

A/N: Thank you for reading, this in my first story so please tell me what you think and if you might want a second part.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #smut #dean winchester smut #fanfic

[cod-dump]

Bar MacTavish definitely tried to punch Soap in the face for giving him that nickname.

Soap thinks it’s hilarious

Soap knew his cousin was in a private military, he just didn’t know it was Shadow Company. When the two MacTavishes met again, Soap jumped into a elevator right before the doors closed. And he was met with the face of his elder cousin.

“Holy shit- Dean?”

His cousin blinked before narrowing his eyes, “Johnny.”

“Hey, none if that! Haven’t seen or heard from you in ages! How have you been, man?”

Dean took a breath, “Fine.”

“… why are you so short with me?”

The elevator doors opened and Dean walked out quickly, Soap chasing after him. Dean seemed eager to get away from Soap and Soap was hurt by that.

“Ay! Dean! What’s your problem?”

Dean stopped and turned around, grabbing Soap by the collar as he practically ran into him. Soap tensed as his cousin shoved him away.

“I don’t have a fucking problem!”

Dean turned and froze when a couple Shadows came around the corner. It looked like he was debating to run but it was too late, they had spotted him… and they had spotted Soap, as well.

“Look at that! MacTavish family reunion!”

“Piss off!”

“Aww, Bar mad?”

Soap blinked in confusion, “Bar?”

Dean growled in annoyance, “It’s nothing!”

The Shadows said nothing more and just walked by, one greeting Soap as they passed.”

“He’s an angry one, huh Soap?”

Soap blinked before his eyes widened in realization, “Oh.”

He tried to not smile, he really did. He was fighting to keep his mouth shut as Dean stood there, fuming in silence. Soap had been in his cousin’s shadow his whole life, he was always being compared to him… and look who’s now in the dark.

“Bar, huh?” Dean glared at him and Soap knew he’d better be quick, “What’s it like picking at my leftovers?”

Soap dodged Dean’s fist before he booked it down the hall. He laughed sparingly, knowing he was going to have to work to keep out of his dear cousin’s wrathful hands. Even if he did get caught, he’d still be on Cloud Nine. Finally, he’s in first place.

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[river13245]

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Dean x Reader x Castiel

The sun was starting to set, it was at the perfect height to be directly into your eyes as you drove. You were reaching to pull the sun visor down so it would block at least some of the glare as your phone began to ring.

There were only a select few people who called you. Other people texted because they know you don't like talking on the phone unless it was an emergency. So once the visor was down you picked up your phone to see it was Castiel.

When you answer you put it on speaker and place your phone on your lap as you continued to drive. "Hey angel" the nickname you had for him rolled off your tongue easily and you knew that there would be a soft smile on his face. "hi y/n"

He wasn't one for nicknames really and that was okay. However that wasn't the thing that had you nervous is was the fact that after he had spoke your name a sigh escaped him. "Castiel what's wrong?" he never called you if there was something wrong. He would just appear so the fact that he hasn't yet really has you worried.

"its Dean" his words were forced out as if he was becoming frustrated with something. You knew that Dean wasn't doing to well with the passing of his mom, and the whole Jack situation.

That's actually why you were out running around trying to find any way to get his mom back but also to find any trace of Jack. There hadn't been and you knew they were not going to be happy with how there was no progress being made. "What's going on with him. Is he okay?"

Rustling was heard and a incoherent grumble was heard before you heard Cas telling someone to stay out the fridge. A few moments later Cas spoke into the phone again. "I cant help him this time. He needs you, we need you to come back to the bunker. He's drunk and no one can get him to calm down"

As you rest your head against the seat you sigh. You weren't angry or anything you just had to figure out how you would approach Dean to get him to calm down. "alright ill be there as soon as I can. I love you"

Before he hung up a soft "we love you too" was heard before the beeping sound. Tossing your phone to the passenger seat you pressed on the gas. You were known for always being a safe driver usually but on cases and when people needed you, all caution was thrown to the wind.

When you pull up the bunker you park beside baby and walk inside. The sight inside breaks your heart, Dean is standing with what looks like to be his fourth beer in his hand as he argues with Sam and Cas both. Cas is trying to be gentle with him but you can tell they had just got done arguing because of the tension through the room.

Sam is the first to notice you and he gives you a look that's like "save me". You point to tell him that its okay to leave and so he does but not before kissing the top of your head in a friendly way.

Now it leaves the three of you in the room. You walk up beside Castiel and look at Dean. "Dean can you please put the bottle down?" your voice was soft not wanting to come off as demanding or anything to tip him off but you should have known that wasn't going to work. Instead he lashes out. "of course you come as backup. I'm fine its my fourth beer I don't need you here. Neither does Cas"

The words he spoke were intended to hurt you and it works. He doesn't usually say hurtful things like that towards you its usually your own insecurities and other people that do. But you choose to not feel it at the moment instead you look at him and tell Cas that he can leave. He places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it letting you know that whatever Dean says isn't true before leaving.

Dean is taking another drink of his beer and you take it from his hands and toss it in the trash. This earns a incoherent mumble of words and you just shake your head. "come on dean you stink of sweat, dirt and alcohol. Lets get you cleaned up we could both use a shower"

As you spoke you were running your hand up and down his arm gently and it seemed to calm him down as he leaned into you. "never seemed to bother you before" This earns him a light slap on his arm as you begin to walk the both of you to the shower.

Closing the door you see him taking off his clothes and then you go over and start the water making sure its a nice temperature for you both. Then you take off your clothes and hold his hands as you walk under the water.

Making sure that he was the one under the water first you run your hands through his hair and then hold his face in your hands. "Dean Love." He looks down at you but doesn't respond "Me and Castiel love you. and so does your brother. Hell there are a lot of people who love you. You aren't alone in this. I promise"

He pulls you into a kiss and its sloppy but you both keep it short because tonight is not the night. "alright now clean yourself up. Ill wash your hair"

When you grab the shampoo he begins to wash off his body. You watch as the dirt washes off him and goes down the drain and then you begin to wash his hair. This results to him resting his head against your chest. Its the reason you choose to wash his hair at times like this.

Your hands run through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. The whole time you do this he is resting against you. Only pulling away to rinse his hair out and then you do your own routine before the both of you get out and into your pajamas.

Dean had only put on a pair of sweatpants while you put on sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that was Castiel's. Dean was the first in bed and you got in beside him. When you both get comfortable you grab the remote and turn on scooby doo. This causes Dean to laugh a bit and he watches it.

You knew that Dean would be apologizing tomorrow for how he acted because its something he has been working on is apologizing for when he says or does things that are hurtful to people he loves. So tonight you push it to the side.

Hours later Castiel comes back to the bunker and sees the both of you asleep. He had been out looking for anything that would help us all so it was nice to see the two people he loves most asleep without any worries.

He walks over to the bed and covers the both of you up and kisses you and deans forehead. When he does this he uses some of his power to enter your dreams so he could make sure they were good ones before he walks off after saying "I love you both"

#polyamory #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader #castiel x male reader #castiel x reader #castiel x dean #dean x castiel #dean x castiel x reader #new blog #supernatural #angst #fluff #river13245 #sam winchester

[pascalsummers]

You Have Bad Luck (Team Free Will x Male Reader)

A/N: This idea entered my head and I wanted to get it out soon so hopefully this is close enough to the theme of Halloween lol. Enjoy!

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DEAN

Dean is constantly bouncing between finding it funny and being worried about your well-being. Whenever you end up tripping or walking into a door he can't help but find it a little funny. However, if the fall looks particularly bad he will refrain from laughing at the moment and check up on you. Dean has basically forbidden you from going on hunts with them since he is not willing to risk your bad luck affecting you at the wrong time. If you do want to help them out Dean will let you do some research for them but that is about as far as he will go.

SAM

Sam tends to have more worry when it comes to you and your bad luck. He will tend to pay more attention to you when you are around him to make sure you don't get too hurt. Sam will also keep you away from being on the front lines of a hunt but is more willing to let you help with the research. He also finds your bad luck kind of interesting and will usually give you good luck charms that he finds to see how they affect your natural bad luck. Sam does his best to counteract your bad luck by catching you before you fall or giving you a sturdy phone case to prevent your phone from cracking.

CASTIEL

Cas is very confused by the bad luck that follows you around. At first, Cas wouldn't exactly know how often it affects you but as time goes on he would start to get a feeling for how it operates and would act accordingly. Whenever you end up injured he will heal you with his grace and make sure that you are okay. Cas is more willing to take you along with him on hunts since he knows he can heal you if you end up injured. However, there will still be times when Cas thinks it would be best for you to hang back and help with the research.

CROWLEY

Crowley found your bad luck to be very interesting. When he first learned about it he joked about your ancestor pissing a witch off as a reason for it. Crowley has no qualms about making a quip or two whenever you trip on a rock or when you forget your wallet at home. He will make sure that you are not too hurt though he will never do so in an obvious way. Crowley tends to no bring you with him to meetings and stuff with one of the reasons being that your bad luck could cause unnecessary distractions to him and his work. His favorite nickname for you is "Black Cat" for obvious reasons.

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[partyanimal167]

I’ve just been watching Bleach and in the credits to ep 118, Grimmjow gets called a Professor 👀 and now I can’t stop thinking about it…

So how about an AU where Grimmjow is a professor? Sorry if that’s too vague and random 😅

Oh no, that's not too vague. Thanks so much for suggesting. I always laugh thinking about certain characters being "responsible" adults esp when it comes to working with other people lol. I was so close to making Grimmjow a culinary professor, but it'd be too easy lol. I hope you like this!

CW: sfw, college au, gn! reader, cussing (bc let's be fr now), slight flirting near the end

There were so many signs that this class was going to be...not normal. However, when you gleamed through the professor reviews there wasn't anything out of the ordinary...well you didn't read them all. Mistake number one.

Mistake number two was not reading the syllabus (who does though) and showing up to class when it started--10am. There were a few people, but after waiting fifteen minutes, not even half the class was there and neither was the professor. After another fifteen minutes, you were starting to get a bit antsy and confused, but soon the rest of the class filled in. Then one guy came in with ripped jeans, a white jacket, shades, and a Monster in hand.

Damn, this guy looks rough. I bet he was partying too hard with the new semester starting. You jumped when a bag slammed on the teacher's desk. You tilted your head as the man's shades came off, and you were met with blue-as-hell eyes and a grumpy expression.

It seems you weren't the only one confused.

"Hey! Class was supposed to start at 10! Why is the professor late?" one guy yelled from his seat. A few other students mumbled in agreement.

"Oi, why the hell are you yelling?! Too fucking early in the morning," the man barked back. You could feel his voice rumble in your chest. It sounded as if he had just woken up not too long ago either. The man went over to his seat and kicked his feet on the desk. He popped open his energy drink and went on. "Literally on the first page of your syllabus it says that class starts at 10:30 because 10 is too fucking early and I like my sleep. It ain't my fault the dean wouldn't give me a noon class, tch."

You couldn't believe your ears. This guy can't be serious. This is my literature professor? You didn't like to make assumptions about people, but the guy looked to be around everyone else's age and even if he did teach a class, with his attitude you'd think it'd be something...not like literature.

"Anyway, the name's Grimmjow. I don't really care if you call me Professors. That's your business. This is Global Literature of the 21st Century. I hate repeating myself so listen the first time, and I don't give out extra credit unless you drop off a 12-pack of these first." the man went on tapping the can.

You sunk it your seat a little. What the hell did I sign up for?

~~~

After those first couple of weeks, you decided that you would do your absolute best in that class and avoid being a nuisance to that grumpy professor. Grimmjow definitely had a reputation on campus. Many students had a love-hate relationship with him--grateful for the extra time to sleep in, no bullshit, and the somehow rowdy yet engaging teaching. Definitely hate though for the teasing, cussing, yelling, and him being ready to chew out whatever dumb ass he picked that day.

So it certainly wasn't your best moment when the man practically ordered that you came to his office hours later that day.

You slowly opened the door to his office and met with the rather odd scene of your professor with reader's on his nose going over papers. For a moment, he looked really peaceful and actually almost professional.

"Oh wow, you actually fucking showed up."

And moment over.

You stopped yourself from messing with your elbows and nodded. "Uh yeah what's up, Grimm?" you immediately winced on the inside unsure of how the man would react to the unofficial nickname. But he didn't say anything.

He pointed at the chair, and you immediately sat. He rubbed his face and pushed the glasses off his head. "Look, I'll make this quick. Tell that idiot Jackson to stop stealing whole paragraphs from your papers or I'll break his arm."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

There was that annoyed look again. "I'm not stupid. The guy has been copying sentences and paragraphs and piecing them together as his own work. He's already going to get in trouble, of course. But seriously, your work always seems to be included. Is he your idiot boyfriend or somethin'?"

The mention of a boyfriend flustered you a little even though you wouldn't dare consider that particular classmate. "Oh no uh- I'm single, and I kinda don't know how he's getting my assignments. I mean we do work together in the library but-,"

The man cut you off and waved his hand. "Okay, okay whatever. Just be mindful of where you're leaving your shit I guess."

You nodded then paused for a moment. "So I'm not in trouble?" You couldn't deny that being in front of the man made you nervous.

"Tch, for what? You're like one of my best students." Grimmjow easily said. "I actually think you know how to read a book and write. Some of these fools are using ai bots as if I can't tell." That was as close to compliment as you ever heard the man say. His face softened for a moment before he grinned meanly. "Well, I will give you some advice."

You weren't sure what it'd be, but you brightened up at the offer. "Sure!"

Grimmjow flicked your forehead before leaning back into his chair. "I got a rule that I don't go dating students, so you better fix how you keep eye-fucking me before I make it a problem." he snickered.

"What! I don'-,"

"Get out."

You squeaked before hightailing it out of the office--face warm and heart racing.

One thing you did know for sure though, you were certainly ready to see what type of problem your professor would give you.

~~~

Grimmjow! I want more of you lol. Thanks for reading! I'll be here if anyone has any thoughts, prayers, or ideas haha

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[deancaspinefest]

Lavender Fireflies

Author: casblackfeathers | Artist: king-of-moose

Posting on Friday April 5

Lavender Fireflies Camp is possibly Castiel’s final chance to mend his troubled relationship with his daughter. After an ugly divorce and a nine-to-five job that only further distanced him from Claire, his sister — Anna — suggests spending two weeks camping with Claire. Castiel sees this as his opportunity to bring his daughter closer to him. He had not anticipated meeting a charming firefighter on the first day and becoming instantly enchanted by Dean. Still, Castiel can’t help but feel disappointed when Dean seems to change his mind about them. Usually, the hippy, kumbaya shit that Sammy digs so much is a hard pass for Dean. But coming to Lavender Fireflies Camp wins big brownie points for allowing him to spend time with his brother and his daughter Emma. The last thing Dean expects to happen is to find sex on a stick and everything his dreams are made of in the guy with messy dark hair and blue-as-fuck eyes he meets there. Dean is immediately smitten. Too bad that being a jump-the-gun kinda guy, the first thing Dean assumes is that the redhead camping with Cas is his wife. Then he makes everything a fuckton more complicated for everyone, y’know, Winchester style.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean’s jaw dropped before he looked up to see Castiel holding his hands up like he was scared of blowing something up. One of his palms was covered in purple paint as he met Dean’s gaze, wide-eyed. Dean stared back, shocked, with his jeans completely ruined and a purple handprint on his shoulder.

The first chuckle left Dean unbidden, but the sounds kept coming until he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes and his head thrown back. When he had calmed down, wiping away the tears and gazing back at Cas, the man’s face was a ridiculously cute combination of mortification and fondness, and something warm filled Dean’s insides. “Gee, Cas, warn a guy first before spilling all over him.”

Castiel exhaled a surprised chuckle. “Seriously, is this really the time for a lewd joke?”

It was a relief that the innuendo had been what Castiel had picked up because Dean was feeling kinda winded for giving the guy a nickname practically right off the bat.

Trying to shake off his nervousness, he gave Cas a cocky grin and raised his shoulder in half a shrug. “Not for nothin’ they call me a bisexual disaster,” he said, for some reason, feeling the need to put it out there, to lay his cards on the table.

If he were expecting some kind of judgment, he would be sorely mistaken because Castiel’s smile seemed to grow impossibly wider. “Then that makes two of us. Bisexual and a disaster…” He looked over at the mess they had made. “Bisaster?” the dork added.

Yeah, Dean wasn’t a love-at-first-sight kinda guy, but Castiel was testing that theory.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday April 5)

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

An Angel's Dilemma - Sam Winchester X Female (Angel) Reader

Title: An Angel's Dilemma

Sam Winchester X Female (Angel) Reader

Additional Characters: Dean, Castiel, God (Mentioned), and Anndro the Vampire (OC) (Mentioned)

Five Times Sam Winchester Tries To Confess His Feelings to Angel Reader And The One Time That He Does

WC: 7,350

Warnings: Angel Reader, oblivious Reader, alcohol, teasing, banter, Supernatural canon violence, vampires, hinting towards Destiel, cursing, death mentioned, killing mentioned, nicknames, Dean being Dean, blood mentioned, protective Sam, jealous Sam, slightly suggestive, Reader wears a dress, angst, pining, crying, confessions, and fluff

- 1 -

"You gotta tell her," Dean said simply the moment Sam walked into the main room of the bunker. The younger brother let out a sigh, looking over at Dean who sat on the couch with a beer in hand, staring at whatever was playing on the TV. Sam just wanted to grab a snack, not a lecture. 

"Don't know what you're talking about," Sam then spoke, grabbing a half-eaten bag of Dorito chips from the counter, ready to head back to his own room again.

Dean snorted, taking a sip of his beer, "Sam, don't give me that crap. It's obvious as Hell how you feel about her."

Sam felt his grip tighten around the chip bag, making it crinkle obnoxiously, but Sam didn't care, "Well, how am I supposed to tell her?"

Dean shrugged, "Just tell her how you're madly in love with her. Simple."

"It's not simple, Dean." Sam said, eyes narrowed towards his brother, "She'll think I'm weird or something."

"I mean, yeah, you might sound like an awkward nerd," Dean replied, grinning slightly before getting up off the couch and heading toward the fridge. "Which you are," Sam glared as Dean shut the fridge door, holding a plate with leftover apple pie. Dean gave Sam a look before patting his shoulder, "You'll be fine. If it makes you feel better, she likes you too."

"Yeah? How do you know?"

Dean popped a few bites of pie into his mouth as he made himself comfortable on the couch once again, "It’s obvious. You'll have the perfect opportunity to tell her durin' this week’s hunt."

Sam felt his throat close up, his eyes widening slightly, "She's - She's coming with us?"

Dean paused chewing, staring at Sam intently before swallowing, "Yeah, Cas is busy." Before resuming, “I thought I told you last night.” He said with a mouth-full of pie; it made Sam cringe a bit.

“I was half asleep, Dean,” Sam then swallowed thickly before speaking up again, "Your angel's too busy to help you?"

Dean shrugged, "Yeah, but he said he'd come back later. Must be somethin' up in Heaven." 

Sam pursed his lips as he nodded, bringing his fist to his mouth and clearing his throat, "When will she be here?" Sam asked as Dean shrugged.

"Ya'know Angels, Sammy. Always poppin' up unexpectedly."

Sam just let out a small sigh in response before quickly making his way back to his room.

~~~

Sam sat at a table, looking through book after book about mythical and mystical creatures. He didn't really need to, both he and Dean knew what they were going to be killing in this case, but Sam needed to get his mind off of you - which proved to be a very difficult task. Sam had been lost in thought, trying to keep reading, keep his eyes on the words on the page, but his mind quickly wandered to you. 

You were an Angel, like Castiel, but you had only recently joined Cas whenever he came to the bunker for hunts. It had been a couple of months since you joined, and Sam was quick to notice that you acted a lot like Cas had when he first came down to Earth. 

You were very kind to start off with, but you were always confused about something. Asking about practically anything under the sun, Sam was more than happy to help you answer your many, many questions. He had noticed after a couple of weeks, that you would always come to him for help on anything. He understood, when Cas wasn’t available, and Dean was too… Intimidating, Sam was an excellent person to go to when with questions. He had spent a good amount of time with you, and that was when Sam felt him falling for you.

When you had first joined over a year ago, Sam had found out that you were the Angel, with a different name, but you went by Y/N. Why? Sam never asked; he didn’t want to upset you or anything. Either way, he liked your name. It suited you.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Sam froze before he heard a voice, "What are you reading?" You asked, peering over his shoulder at the current books he had open on the table.

Sam cleared his throat, heart racing from the slight jumpscare, "Vampires... We're going after one tomorrow night.” He answered, his body growing warm beneath your touch, "Three women have gone missing in Louisiana in the past month." He continued, feeling your hand slip away as you took a seat beside him.

You gave his side profile a sweet smile, your hands clasped together in your lap, "Well, that seems easy enough. Castiel had spoken that you and Dean have encountered those before." You remarked, leaning forward in your chair.

Sam looked up, meeting your gaze, "Yeah, we have." His chest felt a bit warm as you looked right back at him with a small, that perfect smile on your face. "How have you been, Y/N? It's been a while since I've seen you." Sam then asked, and you just gave him a shrug, fidgeting in your seat; it was hard for you to keep still.

"I think I am feeling fine." You let out a small laugh, Sam found it hard not to match your smile.

Sam shuffled his booted feet on the floor, his smile falling slightly into a nervous frown. He felt his palms begin to sweat as he glanced away from you to the books on the table, "So, uh, Y/N, I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now… But, I never had the time to before you’d leave with Cas, but…" Sam began, his throat becoming dry as he spoke, but once he met your gaze again, he was at a loss for words. He tried his best to ignore the heat that was rising up into his cheeks as your eyes locked onto his. He didn't even realize you had moved closer until your fingers brushed against his. Sam blinked rapidly before looking down at your skin which was smooth and silky, almost like marble; your fingers slowly intertwining with his. He knew you had taken his hand to help him with his obvious nerves, but he couldn't help but get more tongue-tied.

Unable to confess his feelings for you, Sam sputtered out the next best thing he could think of, "Not that I don't want you here, I love having you here, but why didn't Cas come?" Sam asked, completely ignoring what he was trying to say in the first place, making you tilt your head to the side; your eyebrows furrowing slightly. Sam felt his heart plummet as you slid your hand out of his, leaving Sam without your warmth.

"Castiel had said that he had some unfinished business to attend to, but he did not tell me what that was. He had just said to find you and Dean; that you both needed help." You answered, voice soft.

Sam nodded, turning his eyes back on the books in front of him; unable to keep looking at you in fear that he might explode. "I wonder what he had to do that was so important..."

"That's what I've asked myself too, Sammy," Dean entered the library, a small grin on his lips as he saw the two of you sitting pretty close to one another, "Hey there, sweetheart. Fun flight here?" He asked you, making you smile towards the brother, a little bit confused. Dean only waved a hand before pressing both hands onto the table, "Nevermind, so, let's get ready, hmm?"

- 2 -

"So, you're tellin’ me that there is only one Vampire, and he's throwin’ a party at his house, and that's where he finds his victims?" Dean asked Sam, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table in the library, and Sam nodded in return.

"Yeah, that's why all the victims were wearing fancy clothes, found in swamps, with all their blood drained," Sam explained, Dean nodding his head as he listened, a frown on his face.

Dean scratched at the back of his head, "How are we going to get into there, it's all invites only, right?" He asked his younger brother, who nodded, turning to the table where his computer sat.

"Yeah, all invites. It turns out this Vampire is very picky. I was able to find out who he had invited and all these people have been registered blood donors since the 90s," Sam continued as Dean's eyebrows furrowed, looking between Sam and the computer screen.

"What's that got to do with anythin’?" Dean asked, gesturing towards the computer, Sam shook his head before pointing to the screen, about to answer when you slipped in.

"They all have AB Negative blood." You interrupted, perched up on the table, your ankles crossed, legs gently swinging, "It's a very rare blood type."

Dean seemed impressed as he glanced around the library, thinking before he paused, looking down at Sam, "Haven't all the victims been women?"

Dean questioned, and Sam nodded, "Yeah, so far, yeah."

You watched the two men talk to each other, continuing to swing your legs back and forth. As they talked, quietly arguing about how to get into the party to kill the Vampire in the first place, your gaze slowly moved down to Sam. You hadn't meant to stare at the handsome hunter, but you just couldn't help yourself. When you first came down to Earth with Castiel, you would've said, 'All of Father's creations are beautiful,' but, after being on Earth for so long, learning things, and meeting Sam... Sam was so attractive, and it was kind of overwhelming. You never had these feelings before, and you didn't even know that you were capable of these types of feelings before. 

You had gone to Castiel with your questions since you knew that he had spent a longer time on Earth than you, and you were more or less convinced that there was some sort of bond between him and Dean. Angel Bonds were special, and you knew Castiel had given him one when he saved him from Hell. You had also had an inkling that something else was going on between them, but you didn't want to assume; even though they'd share longing glances and Castiel would stay in Dean's room when he'd visit. You didn't know why. Angel's do not need to sleep, but you know that Dean had a better TV connection than Sam or the main room in the bunker. 

When you had gone to Castel with your questions, he was more than willing to help you. Angel to Angel. You had told him that whenever you were near Sam, you would feel a strange sensation; a pull towards him. You had never experienced anything like that before. You also told him that you would feel your heart race, your breath catch in your throat, and your stomach would flutter every time he smiled at you or even talked to you. Castiel said that what you felt was normal, that you were experiencing the attraction towards Sam. Still a bit confused, so you read books... A lot of books. After every book you read, the more you learned about love, attraction, and relationships. It made sense now why you felt this way towards Sam. Your attraction to him was completely natural.

You always got so excited to see Sam when you could, so much so that you felt like you were going to burst with joy any moment. Every day that you spent with him, and every minute that you were with him, you noticed so many cute, small things about him. You noticed how compassionate and forgiving Sam was, how he really liked Celine Dion, which you had still yet to listen to, and you noticed that Sam really liked eating salad. You loved it when he read, his eyebrows would furrow when he concentrated, and sometimes his nose would scrunch up as he took in a deep breath and released it with a big exhale, causing his eyelids to droop. Sometimes, your gaze would raise to his hair, your mind wondering what it would feel like to run your hands through it; your fingers would twitch at the slight thought. You really, really liked Sam, but you didn't know if you had the courage to say anything to him.

"What do you mean Y/N would have to do it?" Sam's voice grew a bit hostile as he stared up at his brother, and your attention immediately went back toward the conversation that you were missing.

You watched, tilting your head slightly as Dean tried to reason with Sam, "Sammy, she'll be fine, she's an Angel. She can protect herself if something were to happen."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, "I don't like it," He spat out, turning to look at the computer as his right leg bounced up and down anxiously, "She could still get hurt. You and I can do this ourselves." 

You sighed as the two continued to argue; a small frown appearing on your lips. Reaching down, you grabbed Sam's hand, which helped slow his bouncing knee to a stop. You then noticed that Sam took a deep breath in before letting it out, and you didn't miss the look Dean gave the two of you.

"Sam," You began, gaining his attention, his hazel eyes looking up at you. You gave him a small smile, hoping that would calm him further before speaking, "I know you may be worried... But, Dean is right. I can take care of myself. And I can easily eliminate the Vampire. And you have seen from our research that he only goes after women, I doubt anything distressing will happen."

Sam didn't seem convinced by your words, but he nodded anyway. "Okay," Sam mumbled, looking at his hand in both of yours, resting on your lap, "But if anything happens-" He looked back up at you, only for you to shake your head, interrupting him.

"Nothing will happen," You gently squeezed his hand, almost not noticing Dean leave the room, "I will be alright,"

Sam let out a big sigh, closing his eyes and dipping his head, his hand tightened around your hands, his thumb brushing against one of your wrists, "I know that you can defend yourself, I just get worried." Sam spoke, and you nodded, giving him a smile as he looked back up at you.

"That is alright, Sam. Being worried is a normal human emotion to have. It's understandable." 

Sam opened his mouth before closing it, nodding, "Y/N, I'm just worried 'cause I-"

"Alrigh', we should probably head out. We should be able to get to Louisiana by tomorrow night." Dean spoke up as he re-entered the library, unknowingly interrupting Sam and extinguishing his courage.

- 3 -

The drive to Louisiana was a long one, around fourteen or fifteen hours. You sat in the back, staring out the window as buildings, trees, and cars passed. The three of you stopped at a few places to eat, a couple of diners, and whatnot. Dean got his pie while Sam got a salad. Getting back into the Impala, you felt a bit restless, propping your feet up on the back seats as you just zoned out. By the time night came around, the three of you found a motel that was pretty cheap but was decent enough. Sam had tried to let you take the second bed, but you opted for the couch, to read until it was time to continue the drive. Sam needed to sleep more than you did. For obvious reasons. Soon you were all back in the Impala the next morning, finding a place for breakfast, and time just flew by after that. 

You leaned your arm against the door, your face pressed against the cool glass as you just watched everything speed by. You were all listening to something on the radio, some song that Dean apparently liked since he was bobbing his head along and tapping the steering wheel with a couple of fingers to the beat. You heard Sam let out a big yawn, your eyes landing on him as he moved around in his seat. 

"Hey, Y/N, you alright with me lowering my seat?" Sam asked as you shifted to the middle of the backseat bench. 

"Yes, of course, Sam." You spoke as Dean glanced at his brother as he lowered his seat back.

Dean turned back to the road, a small grin on his face, "Feelin' a bit sleepy there, Sammy?" Dean lightly teased him, making Sam huff as he crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah," Sam muttered, "Didn't sleep well last night,"

"Really?" Dean asked, his tone becoming mischievous as his grin turned into a smirk, "From what it sounded like, it would've seemed you slept pretty good; mumbling a certain person’s name…"

"Shut up, Dean," Sam grumbled, his cheeks starting to turn pink as he turned away from his brother, facing the window and shutting his eyes. "Don't start that crap."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn't really tell what was happening, you were just mostly confused by their whole conversation. So you shook it off. Looking over at Sam from the middle seat, you tilted your head to the side, seeing that his body was slowly becoming less and less tense. After what felt like maybe an hour, you brought your gaze back to Sam, his eyebrows furrowing, and a deep frown settling on his features. Your attention switched between Sam and Dean, and back. 

Dean seemed to notice your worried look, glancing over at you, "Are you alright, kid?" He asked you, his voice softening.

"Sam's upset," You murmured, not wanting to wake him as you stared down at the younger brother, "He isn't hurt, is he?" You asked, making a smile slowly appear on Dean's face at your words; you reminded him so much of Cas when he first came to Earth. Even though you had been on Earth with Castiel for little over two years; going up to Heaven most of the time. There was still so much for you to learn.

"No, he's not hurt, kid," Dean spoke, glancing from the road to you, and back, "Probably just a restless dream or somethin'." Dean answered with a shrug, making you hum and turn back to Sam.

"That's what I had thought." You said softly, resting your arm against the shoulder of Sam's chair, your cheek resting on your open palm. You raised your other hand, hesitantly reaching out to place your hand on Sam's head. Dean gave you a glance and a small grin reappeared on his face as you began to brush your fingers through Sam's hair. 

Slowly, you noticed Sam's face soften, and you smiled as you continued to gently scratch your nails against his scalp. As you continued, you realized that you had never touched Sam's hair before, and it made your heart flutter, butterflies erupting inside your stomach as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his thick strands beneath your fingertips. They were so soft.

It was late at night when Dean pulled over at the motel. Sam had woken up a couple of hours prior, only minutes after you had pulled your hand away and decided to zone out for the rest of the trip to Louisiana. Time quickly went by as the brothers went to bed, and you sat on the couch, quickly watching the TV, occasionally switching the channels.

~~~

That night, you were getting ready in the motel bathroom, and you looked in the mirror, smiling to yourself. You thought you looked beautiful. The dress fit you perfectly. Dean had helped you pick it out that morning for the party. You never really thought about having a favorite color, but this color made you smile. Your hair was also done up nicely, as best as you could do it. You were ready.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you brushed down the skirt of the dress, hearing a quiet, 'Oh, damn' from Dean. Looking up, Dean stood beside Sam, who was also nicely dressed in an ebony, black tux. Dean was seemingly pretty impressed, his arms crossed with a smile on his face. Looking over at Sam, you were a bit surprised to see his eyes wide in awe. His lips slightly parted, his eyes wandering over every detail of you as if he were trying to process all of the information in front of him. It was a sight that made you chuckle under your breath - your cheeks feeling warm - causing Sam to snap out of his trance.

"I- uh, wow," Sam muttered, his hand coming up to rub his neck, his eyes still glued to your figure, "You look like an angel..." Immediately when Sam said that out loud, he wanted to slap himself, he cringed mentally.

You let out a small laugh, looking up at him through your lashes. "I am an Angel, Sam."

Dean gestured behind him, taking a few steps back with a grin on his face, "I'm gonna get Baby all warmed up, it's chilly out."

Sam cleared his throat once Dean left, his eyes shifting from the floor up at you. Your smile faded a little, and you took a step closer to Sam, moving your hands up to readjust his tie that was slightly crooked, "Are you alright? You seem... I don't know... Distracted..?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side, and giving Sam a slight smile.

"What? Oh yeah, no, I'm fine. I just think you... You look really beautiful tonight, Y/N." Sam spoke, a nervousness in his voice. He knew he had already ruined any chance at being smooth, but he just couldn't seem to help himself; you looked stunning.

"Thank you, Sam. You look rather handsome as well." You replied with a nod, your smile returning as you took Sam's hand into yours, squeezing it before letting go.

"You think so?" Sam's small smile turned into a frown, his eyes falling to his shoes momentarily. He then sighed, shaking his head as he looked back up at you, his brows drawn together, "Y/N, I need to tell you something-"

"Alrigh', come on, love birds," Dean interrupted, clapping his hands together once to gain both of your attention, "Let's head out," Driving to the mansion where the party was going to be held, Dean spoke up once stopped at a red light. "So, there was some couple that were unable to go to this party, so you two will pose as them," Dean spoke, beginning to drive again when the light turned green. "Their names are Marie Frank and Christian Frank."

"I'm Christian?" Sam asked from the passenger seat, and Dean let out a small snort.

"Yeah, unless you want to be Marie?" Dean said, turning his gaze towards him from behind the wheel, "Cause that'll definitely make things easier for everyone involved."

Sam rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. You laughed quietly in the back seat.

- 4 -

Walking inside the mansion where the party was being held was easier than Sam had thought, but he kept his guard up. Turning to look down upon you, he took in an almost shaky breath before offering his arm out to you. Smiling sweetly up at him, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you inside. Walking in, you saw many people dancing, drinking, laughing, eating, talking, etcetera. All of these people were unknowingly standing within a monster's lair, and you were confident that you, Sam, and Dean would vanquish the Vampire before he could take any more victims.

Leaning against the large bar, you looked over as Sam leaned down to speak to you in a hushed voice, "So, how are we going to find out which one is the Vampire?" He asked you, his warm breath wafting over your face, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

You glanced around the room, trying to spot anyone who could in fact be a Vampire. Soon, your gaze then landed on one man, his boisterous laughter echoing throughout the large ballroom as he spoke to a couple. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his brown eyes shined with humor as he told a story. As the man chuckled, you noticed him wearing burnt red-orange attire; he stood out like a sore thumb.

You leaned to the side, your eyes not leaving the man you were sure was the Vampire in question. "That one," You whispered to Sam, who leaned towards you to hear, "He's the Vampire."

Sam hummed, nodding his head slowly. "How do you know?"

"I- I don't know... I just do." You answered, pushing off of the bar counter, "Meet me at the back entrance, I can take care of this." You spoke, giving Sam a smile before going to walk off, but Sam stopped you, taking your hand.

"Wait, Y/N..." Sam trailed off, his hazel eyes boring into yours. He wanted to say it, he wanted to say that he was in love with you, but he couldn't bring himself to say those words, not yet anyway. Not even close. He let go of your hand, "Be careful, okay? We don't know what he might do."

Smiling lightly as a flush rose onto your cheeks, you nodded. "You know I will be."

Sam watched as you walked over to the supposed Vampire seeing that he was all by himself now, a drink in his hand. Sam felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach as he watched you talking to the Vampire. A smile on your face as you batted your eyes; it surprised Sam, seeing you so easily flirt with someone; much less a Vampire. Sam hated the way the Vampire was looking at you, the way he licked his lips every few moments or stared at you hungrily. Sam finally snapped out of it when he watched you lead the Vampire to the back of the ballroom towards a door. That was Sam's cue.

- 5 -

It was over, the hunt, that is. Sam sat in the front seat, hands curled into fists. He didn't say anything after Dean picked both you and him up after Sam killed the Vampire. You sat in the back, fiddling with your fingers as you glanced at the back of the passenger seat periodically. You could practically feel the rage pooling off of him in waves. Dean could sense it too, glancing at him but saying nothing. You didn't know what to say, or if you should say anything. You didn't know if Sam was upset at the Vampire, at you, or the situation. 

When you brought the Vampire out, which you had learned was named Anndro, he immediately pinned you to the side of the building. You listened to him talk before he told you that he was going to kill you, drink your blood, savor it before throwing you in a swamp for dead. You pretended to be frightened, and you let the tears fall down your cheeks, but in reality, you were ready to end him. 

Sam had popped around the corner, and once he grabbed the Vampire's attention, you grabbed the back of his head. And... Then he was gone. The walk to the car was awkward, Sam's back was hunched slightly, shoulders stiff as he opened his passenger side door and got inside. 

Dean looked up at the rear-view mirror at you, seeing how upset you looked. A deep frown on your face, your arms crossed over the other, holding yourself as you glanced out the window. 

It was very awkward and nerve-racking for the rest of the trip. Sam hardly spoke, and when he did, it was only a sentence or two. Dean tried to liven up the atmosphere but it was all for not. You didn't want to try for fear that you would make it worse. Once you got back to the bunker, Sam went straight to his room and slammed his door. Your shoulders deflated, drooping, but you were thankful to be in your regular clothes, not wanting to ruin or wrinkle your dress when you flopped down on the couch; burying your face into the cushions.

Dean let out a sigh, shoving off his shoes and walking over. Dean sat beside you, tapping the back of your calf with a hand. "Just give Sammy some time," Dean offered, his voice low, "He just needs space." He added, knowing full well that Sam would eventually come around.

You gave a slight nod, turning around to sit up. Tucking your legs into your chest, you wrapped your arms around them, looking up at the older brother, "Why is he acting so cold?" You asked softly, "Was it something I might've done?" You asked, a frown on your face. It was something you did, wasn't it?

Dean hesitated for a moment, "No, sweetheart, Sam's upset with himself is more likely."

"What?" You questioned, sitting upright in your seat, "But why?" Looking away from him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sam's not the best with emotions, ya'know?" Dean began with a small shrug, "Hell, I'm not either," He let out a small laugh, making you feel slightly better, "It takes him a bit to actually say anything, and if he doesn't... He bottles it up until he explodes. He’s currently exploding." Leaning forward, Dean lowered his voice a bit. "Sam's never been good at showin' his feelings, especially in situations where his heart's on the line." He added, making your eyebrows furrow.

"What do you mean?" You questioned, leaning closer to him as your curiosity peaked.

Dean smirked, "I think I'll let him tell you that when he's ready."

~~~

Sam finally left his room to grab some food, pausing when he noticed you on the kitchen island, reading a book. At his entrance, you looked up, setting down your Agatha Christie book beside you. You clasped your hands together in your lap, staring right back at Sam. He was the first to move his gaze away from yours, heading to the fridge. 

"Are you alright, Sam?" You asked, and Sam paused briefly before grabbing a drink from the fridge and shutting it. You watched as he fumbled through cabinets looking for something.

"Why are you sitting all by yourself in the kitchen?" He asked, deflecting your question, which you noticed. 

You tilted your head slightly, swinging your legs back and forth, "Well, I have the understanding that humans have the urge to eat typically every two hours, so I only found it reasonable to wait in the kitchen to talk to you; since I did not want to bother you while you were in your personal room." You replied quietly, watching as Sam continued to search through the drawers. Seemingly, he seemed to not be able to find whatever he was looking for - giving up - he let out a sigh. Turning around, leaning against the counter, Sam looked back up at you. You both looked at each other for a long while, Sam's knuckles turning white from his grip on the counter behind him. The way you stared at him made Sam nervous. His eyes darted about the room nervously, trying desperately to ignore the burning feeling in his chest. "I deeply apologize if I have upset you in any way, Sam." Your words surprised him, "Dean had tried to reassure me that I had nothing to do with your behavior earlier, but if Dean was wrong, I think it is best that I say that I am sorry." You admitted sadly.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, "No, Y/N, no, you did nothing wrong." He explained, "If anything, I should be apologizing for ignoring you... I just needed time to think."

Your eyes widened slightly, "You're not angry at me?" You asked, tilting your head to the side slightly in confusion.

Sam shook his head slowly, stepping forward towards you until he stood right in front of you, finding himself in between your legs. "No, honey, I'm not mad at you. I was upset about the hunt."

Your heart flipped at the nickname, "But, it was successful, was it not?" You tilted your head, Sam's own heart racing under your eyes as he reached out a hand and rested it on the side of your cheek. His thumb rubbed across the soft skin gently, sending chills up and down your spine.

"It was, I just... I-" Sam let out a deep sigh, his head falling, his chin to his chest. Again, Sam lost the courage, he couldn't get himself to say it. Not yet anyway. Your hand came up, resting on his forearm, rubbing slow circles onto it, making Sam lift his head again. His hazel eyes caught yours; you looked at him sympathetically before dropping your arm. Leaning forward, placing a kiss on your forehead, Sam breathed out deeply from his nose, shutting his eyes before backing away and leaving the kitchen. 

You sat there, confused, but with a warm feeling in your heart as you grabbed your book and continued reading.

- 6 -

Castiel arrived the next day, to accompany you back to Heaven. You didn't want to go, not just yet. You knew you had to go but you didn't want to leave Sam. You went to Castiel, asking him if it was possible to stay one more day. He said you could stay a couple more hours at most, and that was all you could really ask for; just a bit more time.

"Well," Dean had begun, a small Winchester grin on his face. "How ‘bout I set up a movie for us all to watch? Sammy, you make the popcorn, I'll get the beer."

You and Castiel sat on the couch, sitting silently as Dean and Cas got the food and drinks ready, and before you knew it Dean was sitting next to Cas at one end of the couch, and Sam and you were at the other. Glancing over at Dean and Castiel, you noticed Dean's arm lying lazily on the back of the couch, behind Castiel; they looked pretty close and cozy. You shrugged that all off, trying to pay attention to the movie as you became aware of how close you were to Sam. 

His thigh was basically pressed against yours, his arm just brushing yours whenever either of you moved. You were becoming acutely aware of Sam's presence, your heart hammering as you bit your lip. You were sure this was an invasion of Sam's personal space, but if he was uncomfortable being so close to you, he would have moved. There was another seat to the left of you. And you knew Sam, at least from the two years you've been on Earth, you knew that Sam would've gotten up if he were uncomfortable. You weren't uncomfortable, no. You rather liked being so close to Sam, his body radiating warmth and comfort. You never felt more safe being so near Sam Winchester. 

Your heart plummeted, you'd have to leave back to Heaven soon. A small frown fell onto your lips at the thought; it hurt. What if you didn't see Sam again? Or Dean? What if you never saw either of them again? You knew that wasn't true. You had been through this before, you'd see them again. You just didn't know when. You weren't going to cry, though. Even with tears in your eyes. Your eyes remained glued to the screen. 

Sam looked down at you, and had been doing so every once in a while throughout the movie. His eyes glanced down at your hand, noticing it was tightly curled into a fist on your lap, tugging softly on the sweater he let you borrow, your knuckles white. Sam frowned in confusion, wondering if you were upset by the movie, or something else. Without even thinking, Sam reached over and took your hand, and it seemed that was all you needed. Intertwining your fingers with Sam's, his large hand engulfing yours, his warm thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand; Sam was being so sweet.

That's when the dam broke. Those tears that you were trying to hold in, fell. You reached up with your free hand, brushing your fingers against your cheek. You had never really cried before, not for real... 

"Y/N? Are you okay?" You heard Sam ask, looking up at him, he had such a worried expression on his face. Your mouth opened to speak but no sound came out. With a shaking hand, you pushed the hair out of your face, nodding slightly. 

"Hey, is she okay?" Dean then spoke up, peering around Castiel with a frown. "I can turn the movie off, Hell, we can watch a different movie."

You said nothing, trying to stop the tears that kept falling. Sam beside you shook his head, pulling you up to stand with him and leading you down the hall to his room. You followed along blindly, your eyes so full of tears. Sam led you to sit on the bed, taking a seat next to you. He brushed the hair from your face, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb, brushing the tears away. Your lower lip quivered, and you leaned forward burying your face into Sam's chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. The room filled with silence, the only noise coming from the steady rhythm of Sam's breathing, his heart racing, and your small sniffles. Sam held you, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other gently caressing the back of your head; his fingers brushing through your soft hair. Sam closed his eyes, leaning down to press his nose into the top of your head.

After a few moments, you felt like you could speak without crying. "Sam," You whispered, breaking the silence, pulling back out of his arms, "Is this normal?" You asked, gesturing to the many tears on your face.

Sam gave you a small nod, his hand coming up to brush those said tears away, "Yeah, Y/N," He murmured softly, "Humans cry for a lot of reasons.”

"But, I’m not human…" You responded quietly. "I've never cried before. This is all very new." You felt a little bit better. "I guess this is the closest I'll ever be to being human. Humans and their emotions..." You muttered, turning your gaze downwards.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam then asked, "You don't have to if you don't want to," He added, reaching out to take your hands in his own.

You stared down at the floor, unable to look Sam in the eye for long. Eventually, you nodded your head, "Yes" You whispered, "I don't want to go back to Heaven... At least, not yet anyway."

Sam smiled slightly, squeezing your hand gently. "Well, we'll just have to have Cas bring you down here more often," He replied, clearing his throat lightly, "Dean loves you here, I... I love you... Here."

Your head shot up, seeing Sam had brought his gaze to his lap, "Really?" You asked, and Sam nodded, looking up at you with an unknown expression on his face. 

"Yeah, Dean’s much nicer when you’re around,” Sam tried to joke, before he continued, “Listen... I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now," Sam began, obviously nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I... You're amazing, Y/N, you are... And..." He trailed off, letting out a breathy laugh, letting go of your hand, he brought his hands to his face, rubbing it as he let out a sigh. You could tell that whatever Sam wanted to tell you was pretty difficult, and it was difficult, Sam felt like he was choking on what he wanted to say. He needed to tell you, he didn't know when he was going to see you again. So you waited patiently for Sam to continue. "I... I think I'm in love with you." He said finally, his voice quiet.

You looked at him for a second, your mind processing what he had just told you. It was so sudden, so unexpected. "You... You.. Can you please say that again?"

"I'm in love with you." Sam repeated, sure of himself, still not meeting your gaze, rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. He looked up at you, and you saw that Sam seemed a little scared. He was waiting, hoping that you'd say the words back to him, that you were in love with him too. He couldn't help but wonder if you felt the same way.

"Are you sure?" You asked hesitantly, you swallowed thickly, "I mean... I am not-"

"I'm more sure than anything..." Sam interrupted, "More sure than I have been in a long time," He released a sigh, running his hand through his hair. The two of you sat silently for a moment, the silence filling the air; Sam's thoughts swirling around in his brain, he was trying to figure out what to do next. He didn't know where this was going. But you weren't saying anything... 

You stared right back at Sam, staring into those hazel eyes that you called your home; he was a slice of Heaven away from Heaven. He was perfect. No matter how much time passed, you couldn't get enough of him. Every time you got to know him, you fell a little bit harder. You never thought that you'd fall for Sam Winchester when you accompanied Castiel to Earth two years ago. But here you were. Falling for him, loving him, wanting to spend the rest of eternity with him. You watched as Sam bit his lip, his eyes studying your features. He looked deep inside, searching for some emotion, some hint of doubt. 

Complete joy seemed to flow through you, your hands shaking as you grabbed Sam suddenly by his stubbly cheeks and pulled him towards you, connecting your lips with his. You felt Sam relax instantly; you kissed him with all you had, feeling Sam smile against your lips and wrap his arms around you. You sighed happily, the soft press of lips on your own sending chills down your spine. Sam's hand slid down to the nape of your neck and he deepened the kiss. His other hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb stroking the soft skin underneath your eye, making you lean into his touch.

As the two of you broke away, Sam gently nudged his forehead against yours. "You'll come back, right?"

You let out a small breath, "I'll do all that I can to come back to you, Sam." You replied simply. A slight smile appeared on Sam's face as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

~~~

"Should we check on your brother and Y/N?" Castiel asked Dean, who only shrugged, watching the two cowboys have a showdown on the TV screen.

"Nah," Dean let out, a smirk on his lips, "They'll be fine. When do you and Y/N leave?" 

Castiel shifted in his seat slightly, making Dean look over at him, "Tomorrow. I will endure any wrath for us being late."

Dean let out a chuckle, looking back at the screen, "I think I'm rubbing off on you, Cas." Dean teased, causing Castiel to roll his eyes good-naturedly. "I think you wanted to see me, huh?" Dean asked, and Castiel turned to him, a small smile gracing his features.

"It would seem so," Castiel admitted, his blue eyes meeting Dean's emerald green ones.

Dean sighed, his arm on the back of the couch dropping on Castiel's shoulders, "I knew it," He continued to grin, though, this time it was much softer, "I'm awesome."

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[jaelaxies]

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

fluff; wc: 1 k.

Beomgyu x fem reader!; flower shop au! ; good sugary flower shower fluff; tw:none.

Song recommendation:  Starlight — Taeyeon ft Dean (why)

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An old beige cardigan met a golden bomber jacket one day, who would’ve thought what could become of that fateful reunion?

Monday. First day of the weekend and without a second hand helping out here, it would also be the loneliest, but ever since Choi Beomgyu started working here part time; the flower shop has been feeling livelier and brighter than usual. It’s a no brainer why he is the favorite to some customers: he can bring a smile to everyone’s faces with a simple joke or even just by greeting you with his big smile; he really is like a blooming flower. I also enjoy his company: his shy but ambitious curiosity is quite the charm and on rainy days like this one, where you crave warmth and some fun…Here he is.

—Careful…— He said, as he placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of me. He preferred an expresso but he still made me some tea every single time as he placed his own beverage in front of him. — It’s still hot.

—Thanks, Beom. — It was normal for me to use nicknames on him, but I could never get enough of his expression every time I used one of them: his rose-tinted cheeks and cheeky smile, like he had just won the biggest award. He looked straight out of romance book. — How is your expresso today?

—Oh…— He looked at the cup and then rested his chin on his hand, like it was nothing. A slight hint of red still adorning the nape of his neck that got exposed when he moved— I decided to give tea a shot today… I wanted to taste it for myself before making this one for you.

—It’s delicious! — I said while carefully taking a sip, my chest was feeling funny… like someone was tickling me and I didn’t hate the feeling at all. It was just new. — You did this for…me?

—Why else would I do it?

This time he took a sip of his own cup and smiled for a second, shaking his head and making his chocolate locks move freely to cover some space of his neck and the white button up he had as a uniform. I could feel the small spark of something growing inside of my chest, but for now, all I did was smile with sealed lips and hummed in agreement. Not noticing the adoring stare he gifted me as he analyzed my now, strawberry colored cheeks.

Tuesdays were slow but fun; it was also days were Beomgyu would ask me to teach him the meaning of each flower we had and even in his free time, I found him taking little notes of what he had just learned. Because customer frenzy was in no show today, we could close thirty minutes earlier and work on arrangement requests from customers; he didn’t have to, but Beomgyu participated with a lot of enthusiasm, it energized me too. His little questions or his pout when something didn’t feel right for him, made the experience so much fun. Shoulder to shoulder we worked on arrangements trough the night; sometimes our hands would grace each other, fingers ghosting each other skin and we would just let it happen, ignoring how strong our hands desired to hold each other.

When grabbing a rose, he almost prickled his finger so I backed away and rummaged trough my purse, looking for my band aids; when I made sure every single finger was out of danger, he had pastel colored rings in all of his hands and we both let out a chuckle at how strange yet cool it looked; modeling like they were rings, I was almost crying at his antics but this time, he grabbed my hand carefully and put one of the pink colored band aids that matched with his, on one of my fingers; saying I also needed to be out of danger; still holding my hand, he gifted me a big smile with crinkled eyes that only carried joy in them… but how could I explain to him that once I felt his touch, I never wanted to let him go?

On that Thursday I finally gave in. I let my heart take over as we played some old songs to lift up the mood because we were jam packed with orders; to relieve some stress it was Beomgyu’ s idea to dance to the beat as we wanted to; I didn’t expect to be engulfed in his arms as he sweetly sang to me in my ear and we swayed to the music up until the point it was no longer necessary, because it only mattered that we were closer than ever, so much that I could hear his breathy laugh out of his chest and feel his warmth touch on my own collarbones as he wrapped his arms around me like a blanket and the echoing music became just a tune out of our own bubble.

Friday came in.

When I came into the store, the lights were out and there was no sight of him anywhere; just when I was about to lock everything, I noticed the faint dim light of the storage room creeping out on one of the edges of the door. I reached for the handle with a different type of adrenaline rushing trough my veins; when the door creaked open, Beomgyu turned around so fast I could only catch a glimpse of his notes all over the place and the flower arrangement he was working on.

—Wait, wait, wait! — He said while trying to hide it even though I was already smiling from ear to ear, so this is what he had been working on for hours long. It was a beautiful rose arrangement with red tulips, white camellias and baby’s breath to complete it all. — It’s not finished yet! It needs some touches here…

I didn’t let him finish, I threw myself in his embrace; wrapping my arms around his neck; he was quickly to catch me and hold my waist with ease, surprised by my sudden reaction he just stood there with a shy grin. — You sure fit perfectly in my arms.

—There’s no place I’d rather be, Gyu. — I locked my gaze with his until I felt him starting to come closer and closer and when our lips sealed a pact that was foretold since the beginning, I let myself be consumed by his sweet and caring kiss; now, these lips would be called my own and his arms became my own home. As he softly pecked my lips for the last time tonight; I made I promise with destiny to never let go of someone like Choi Beomgyu, ever.  

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Hello everyone!! (❁´◡`❁)

I'm back and with one of my favorite au's !! how i love a good flower shop fluffy au😭🤍

And this was one like made specially in mind for Beomgyu.. i had to ok he just fit perfectly in the story and also i really wanted to write again for him, it's pretty fun and i adore my boys so much

As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!

With love, *°࿐Stella🤍

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[yoonia]

In Motion (M) | 13 — final

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches) ➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut ➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; soft dom!Jungkook, sub/switch!reader, switching positions, sexual tension, teasing, stripping, nudity, a lot of kissing, dirty talk, swearing, nickname/role-play, panty stealing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation (female), clit play, fingering, minor hand job, edging, begging, reader being kind of a brat, orgasm control, light restraints, rubbing, grinding, groping, breast play, nipple play, biting, oral sex (female receiving), clit biting, pain/pain kink, size kink, reader is being sent into a headspace for the first time, first time (with each other), rough sex, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, forced orgasm, creampie, cum play, cum eating, post-coitus cuddling ➬ Word Count | 21k words ➬ Music companions | Seven — Jungkook // Pour Up — DEAN (feat. Zico)

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[Incoming private message from La Rouge]

“Thank you for attending the annual Black Vice event hosted by Club La Rouge.   Your participation and support are highly regarded. We hope that you found pleasure through our special night together and found it valuable to be a part of our family.  A special invitation to our next session will be sent to you through e-mail in the next few weeks. We hope to see you again soon. Sender, Club La Rouge”

—You—

A part of you had expected to feel relieved once you stepped out of Club La Rouge’s grandiose mansion, the place where burning carnal pleasure has been thriving so freely the entire night and where people were free to surrender themselves to their deepest and darkest desires.

All the sexual tension that you had constantly felt when going from one room to another, witnessing all the acts of sin which aroused your own needs, was all starting to get too much and you needed that sense of relief as it was beginning to lay heavy on you. Yet that relief never comes, even as you breathe in the outside air. For some reason, your mind seems muddled, as if you have yet to recover from the continuous thrills you have been sent into all night despite having been taken away from it.

Now you understand why the club had forbidden the guests to drink alcohol more than what was allowed to and get drunk during the event. Because the sights you saw and every moment you experienced had been more than enough to make you feel intoxicated and high. High enough to feel like you are still floating above the ground when you are walking towards the car. Thankfully, Jungkook keeps his arm around your waist the whole time, keeping you steady as you are pressed against him even if your knees continue to feel like they are losing strength.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to you just before he ushers you into the car, and you give him a lazy nod.

“I’m fine,” —you let out a sigh and rest your head against his chest. “My knees feel weak,” you weakly add, omitting the fact that you also feel like you are still walking in bliss, with your mind still drifting above the clouds and your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure that he had just given you merely moments ago.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back at my place in no time where you can lie down,” he says as he helps you slide into the car.

And yet his words only give little reassurance, when the moment you are both seated in the backseat of the car, a different kind of tension fills the air. It feels a bit more subtle at first, but you can still feel it engulfing you—his warmth that feels like a sultry blanket and the way he is sitting so close that you can breathe in his perfume, the scent that becomes more potent when accompanied by the underlying scent of his desire which is still clinging onto him after the last session you had together.

The sensation you are feeling reminds you of that very moment, of the exchange of pleasure you had with him, and also to the words he gave you then, warning you that he has yet to fulfil his thirst for you.

“I still want to cum inside you.”

Another reminder from that last session comes as you scoot closer into his arms, when your bare center brushes against the seat, with nothing else but your thin dress doing so much to protect the most sensitive part of your body. With your panties hidden somewhere inside his pocket, you feel somewhat exposed, even if you and Jungkook are the only ones who have the knowledge of this little secret hidden under your clothes. Your skin is still tender after your multiple climaxes, and your pussy is still hot and sensitive to the touch, causing your body to easily burn with every brush against the seat and tremble with each subtle bump coming from the ride.

Being constantly stimulated by the movements happening within the ride, the short journey heading back to town seems endless. But Jungkook makes it up with his soothing touches. Gentle fingers run down your back, tracing the lines of your spine from over your dress, while he uses his other hand to play with your fingers—pulling them, pressing against them, then bringing them up to his lips where he can press gentle kisses on each tip.

Despite his gentleness, each touch he is giving you only sparks something inside you which quickly rises from your core, spreading all over the place, and you can feel the desire that was almost ready to lie dormant once again now arousing to wake. You are beginning to feel the same kind of heat you felt while you were still in the club, back when he first touched you with all the public display of lust and sin surrounding you to make you feel so sensitive to his presence.

But as Jungkook continues touching you now, though keeping his fingers on the most innocent parts of your body to avoid giving a free show to the driver, those wanton scenes you saw back in the club are not what you have running inside your head at the moment.

It is him that you see.

The way he was touching you while another scene was unfolding before you. The voice that came out of his lips when he was coaxing you with his sweet, sultry words was he was sending you to high heaven. The way he looked when he was embracing his climax, finally, after helping you gain pleasure more than once during the event.

“We’re here,” he suddenly whispers, just when the heat inside your body starts growing more intense and your breath is growing heavier. You don’t realise that you have your eyes closed until his voice snaps you out of it, and you open your eyes to see that the car is already parked in its intended parking space at your pick-up spot, right where Jungkook had left his own car which will be taking you back to his home.

You can feel Jungkook’s knowing smile when he kisses your temple, as if he can read you, and that he knows exactly where your mind has been. “Soon we’ll be all alone,” he whispers, and your heartbeat picks up, as his words are once again sending you into a wayward spiral that you are falling into as he gently takes you out of the car.

The ride taking you back to Jungkook’s apartment turned into a complete blur of motions that you remember almost none of it.

It seems like you merely blinked, and all of a sudden, you were being pulled into his home in such haste, showing you that you had not been the only one holding back and fighting against the urge to touch each other. And here you are now, being pressed between his hard body and the wall of his living room, being kept confined where he can freely touch you as he could no longer keep his hands off of you anymore.

Still, even as he is gentle with his caresses, as he traces his hands down the curves of your body, your senses are so high alerted that you are somewhat aware of Jungkook’s true emotions. Beyond the myriad of sensations he is making you feel through his touch, you can tell that Jungkook is still refraining himself and there is still more that he wants to give you. There is tension in his touch, but there is also anticipation. And it is a feeling that you share with him, one that he so obviously recognises when he is looking deeply into your eyes. 

Jungkook lowers his face, his lips hovering close to yours but not enough to touch as if he is deliberately teasing you. The anticipation that you feel for his next move grows stronger and you almost believe that you are shaking under his touch, and you begin to wonder how long you would be able to hold on.

Knowing what he had learned tonight—recalling the way he adored the reactions you were giving him all night long—you know damn well that he is doing all of this on purpose. Only so he can enjoy making you squirm and watch how well you respond to him, until you can take no more of the wait and become needy and just as wanton as you have been with your reservations lifted and tossed away.

You inhale a shaky breath as your body trembles. Feeling the need to touch him and to feel his warmth, you cannot help but lean closer to him, just enough until you are brushing against him. Chest to chest, with your restricting clothes getting in between that you almost cry desperately for them to disappear.

Even in his rush to get into his home where he could get you all to himself, Jungkook has somehow managed to discard his suit and unbutton the top half of his shirt when he first pushed you against his wall. But it’s still not enough, as you are yearning to feel the touch of his skin on yours. This feeling of need grows so intense within you that you can no longer hold back, as you reach out your hands to the front of his shirt and tightly clench on it. You can feel the fabric getting crumpled between your fists, and you can only do so much to hold back from tearing it completely apart.

Jungkook glances down, watching this through the corner of his eyes with amusement before he grins. There is no doubt that he can tell where your mind is running towards, so he distracts you from it, as he tilts his head and leans just a bit closer, just enough for you to feel the ghost of his kisses tracing your lips.

“Jungkook—” you call him with an airy whisper, suddenly feeling like you won’t be able to breathe, overwhelmed by the heady sensation he is bringing out of your body.

“Yes?” he whispers against your lips, and you can almost feel his smile when he asks you, “What is it, baby?”

“Please, I need—”

“Hmmm?” he whispers again when you stop with a soft whimper. A small grin grows on his face as he seems to be enjoying the way your words are clearly failing you.

“Please—”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks again, with his teasing voice sounding so deep you can feel his entire chest rumbling as he speaks. The way his warm breath falls on your lips feels like a taunt, when he is offering you a kiss without actually giving it to you.

“Kiss me, Jungkook. Please,” you finally beg him when you cannot take it anymore, while his wicked grin shows you that this is exactly what he has been expecting to hear.

“It would be my pleasure,” Jungkook whispers as he finally leans in, pressing his lips on yours.

And he is not taking it gently, nor slowly, just as you had expected he would. In his kiss, Jungkook pours every drop of his needs, allowing you to feel every bit of desire that he currently has to finally have you, to take control over you and to devour you whole.

His kiss continues to feel so deep and hot that it is enough to liquify your brain. You think it might have actually done it, when your knees start to buckle beneath you and you can barely feel your toes, and the only thing holding you up is his strong arm which he has wrapped around your waist.

His mouth feels as if it melts together with yours as he presses deeply, his tongue slipping out to taste you as he drinks every gasp, every breathless moan you make, and he groans as you return every stroke, every touch, and every brush he is giving you with that sinful lips, even when your whole body seems to dissolve with each rising heat you feel inside you. And the kiss lingers, growing deeper as Jungkook continues to pour all of his yearnings until you simply fall into his arms when you can no longer hold your own weight.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” Jungkook whispers with a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, preventing you from falling. With a gentle kiss pressed on your temple, he lifts you up in his arms, drawing a sharp gasp out of your lips when you are suddenly floating above the ground. “As much as I want to take you right away, I think it would be better if we take this somewhere private.”

You hold on to him with your arms wrapped around his neck. With your bodies pressed together, you can feel his racing heartbeat as he gently carries you towards his bedroom. Somehow, it gives you pleasure to know that he is just as thrilled and possibly as anxious as you are about this moment.

You continue to revel in his embrace, almost nuzzling your face to his neck so you can bask in his warmth that you have been so deprived of when you had to be apart from him while he was driving his car home from the pick-up spot. Soon, you notice the temperature shifting around you. Though it is the faint scent of his perfume wafting in the air which lets you know that he has finally reached his bedroom. Before you can take a look to make sure, Jungkook gently drops you on the center of his bed. Your body bounces slightly as you fall onto the cold mattress, but quickly stops as Jungkook climbs onto the bed, the foot of the bed dipping under his weight.

Instead of joining you right away, he chooses to slowly crawl towards you with a deep, dark gaze in his eyes that are locked on your face, like a predator ready to devour its prey. Tension immediately starts rising in the room as you lay helpless beneath him, yet he stops just as he reaches your hips. Planting his hands on the bed, right on either side of your body, Jungkook lifts himself up and teasingly whispers to you, “Hi there, beautiful.”

Laughing softly, you answer him, “Hello to you too.”

“Let me just enjoy this view right here for a second,” he says as he takes one of your hands, kissing the back of the hand first before laying another one on your wrist. “I just want to look at you, lying on my bed, waiting for me to do anything I want to do with you.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” you whisper, trying not to show how much you are getting affected by his touch.

His chest rumbles as he makes a sound that comes out similarly to a growl. “Damn right, it is. Seeing you here with me, just like this, it does wonders to my head that I can’t possibly think straight.” Jungkook releases your hand and looks down, trailing his gaze down your body. “Although—” he adds with a lowered voice, and his gaze comes back up to find yours, his hands reaching up as he glides them up the sides of your thighs until he comes to the hem of your dress. “Things can be just a little bit better.”

You can already guess what he is about to ask you, seeing it through his gaze and his naughty fingers that keep on climbing up and pulling at the side of your dress. But you choose to not say a thing, wanting to hear the words coming out of him. And you get more than what you are asking for when he pulls away, propping himself up on his strong arms as he looks deeply into your eyes, ordering you with a soft voice that holds an unfamiliar sharpness when he says to you, “Take this dress off. Strip for me.”

You say nothing in return, and push yourself up to rise in a sitting position while he watches every move you are making. Biting your lips, you reach down and grab the hem of your dress. With your eyes on him, you start pulling the dress up, struggling a little as you slide them up your hips, and continue to go slowly as you slip it over your head. Tossing the dress away, your eyes find his, noticing the way he is taking you in, as he runs his gaze down your body and stops right at your bare core. You have no idea what is running through his mind as he licks his lips, but by the moment he runs his gaze back up again, you reach back and unclasp your bra, peeling the last item of clothing you still have to cover your skin.

While Jungkook takes his time to drink the sight of your bareness in, your eyes find his chest and you reach down to his torso, tracing your fingers on the exposed skin of his chest which is showing through the part where his shirt has been left unbuttoned, drawing a quick, sharp inhale of breath from him as you gently touch him.

“I want this gone too,” you whisper to him as you reach down, finding the rest of the buttons and start pulling them off.

“Let me—” Jungkook says with a strained voice, as he gently pulls your hand away and takes over. Even under the dim lighting, you take notice of the subtle tremble on his fingers when he begins loosening the rest of his buttons. Then he draws back, only to peel his shirt off of his body in one swift move. He returns to you right after, as he leans closer and gently asks you, “Lay back down for me.”

As if enchanted, you do as he says, immediately feeling exposed as you are lying there, completely bare while he moves over you with his eyes never looking away from you. Your heartbeat is racing, while your body is growing hot as he crawls all the way up until he is hovering on top of you, his warmth enveloping you before he lowers himself, restraining you under his weight. A gasp slips out of your lips the moment your skin touches his, just the way you wanted it to.

“I’m worried that I might not last long. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Jungkook whispers as he captures your lips. This time, he goes slower, showing you yet again that he is doing his best to hold himself back, still keeping his promise to follow your pace.

“Better tone down your expectation, mister. You might get disappointed,” you say to him. Your voice comes so softly, almost like a whisper, as he nuzzles his face on your neck, teasing you with soft kisses and with his gentle breath falling on your skin.

“You won’t disappoint me. I just know it,” he whispers against your skin, his lips still tracing the column of your throat while his fingers come trailing down your ribs. He continues teasing you with his touches that remain gentle yet electrifying at the same time, almost drowning the words that you want to say to him.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open as he begins kissing his way down, moving between your breasts to your ribs, tracing the path that his fingers had taken. The front of his pants brushes against your hips as he slides lower, reminding you that he still has something else to do before you can continue. 

“Well, I’m disappointed that you are still wearing your pants.”

Jungkook laughs and raises his head to look at you. “What if I give you the honour of rectifying that?”

“I’m not going to say no to that,” you tease him, smiling when he starts moving like an obedient puppy, moving back and burying his knees on either side of your body, presenting himself to you.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you take a good look at him. Bare-chested, with his pants barely hanging over his hips, Jungkook appears to you like a sin, handcrafted by the gods just to tempt you.

Just as he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, you stop him from doing more by capturing his wrists. The move quite obviously surprises him, and he halts, looking up at your face with his curiosity written on his face. Giving him a smile, you gently push him aside. Unprepared to handle your weight or to have you taking over, Jungkook easily falls over, and you roll your bodies until he is the one lying on his back as you straddle his hips.

His eyes grow wide in his shock. For a moment, you begin to feel your confidence wavering, only to grow back stronger when the look in his eyes grows sharper and deeper, suddenly filled with a clear desire that arouses the pulsing need forming from the depth of your core. The cold breeze passing in the room allows you to feel the wetness forming right between your legs. Sure enough, as you lower yourself to rest on his lower torso, you create an instant mess, as every drop of your arousal smears on his skin. Instead of feeling any bit of shame for it, you relish the electrifying feeling that overcomes you the moment your hot center comes in contact with his skin. Jungkook’s hands immediately come up to your thighs, gripping on them gently to keep you steady, while keeping himself from touching you further. 

As if he is giving you a chance to take control.

“Is this okay?” you whisper to him, trying to gauge his reaction to see if you are making the right move, and his smile only grows wider.

“Do you hear me complaining?” he questions you as he runs his gaze down your body and licks his lips. Keeping a gentle hold on your thighs, his thumbs begin to move in circular motions on your skin, giving you a gentle caress while he seems to be thinking deeply. He has a determined look when he looks up again, before suddenly inquiring you with a firm tone that leaves no room for any argument, “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself even more wet for me, baby.”

His words draw a gasp out of you, though you probably shouldn’t be surprised to hear his request. After sharing all of those intimate moments with him where you both indulged in carnal pleasure without the club’s intervention, this would always be something that he craves from you. It has become something that you would always be so willingly do for him, as you have found pleasure in sharing your desire with him. Just as much as how he loves exposing his own secret desires with you.

But tonight is different. There is something in the way he is commanding you while being under your restraints that gets you feeling hot, even more than how he would usually make you feel, making it so easy for you to do as he says.

Spreading your legs to give him a better view, you lean back just enough so you can reach down, slipping your hand to where the source of heat rushing through your body has been building so intensely. But you don’t start anything, not before you whisper to him in a low, sultry voice, “Yes, Sir.”

The look in his eyes, when he hears you say those words to him, gives you a new kind of thrill. It is almost as if you can feel the burning desire he is feeling through his gaze alone. And that fire in his eyes intensifies when you finally touch yourself, when the tips of your fingers come in touch with your nether lips, meeting the tender skin that has been covered with your flooding arousal. An exhilarating tremble immediately rushes through your body when you slip your fingers between your folds, touching the source of the throbbing heat, and you react with a soft, yet strained cry, while your hips rock forward, meeting your fingers to quench that burning need erupting from the depth of your core.

—Jungkook—

My hands tighten a little on her thighs when the urge to touch her grows stronger. It is becoming harder and harder to hold myself back, and she is not making it any easier when she looks so sinful, yet delectable at the same time, that I feel like drinking her in until I have every last drop of her essence.

But stealing her spotlight would be the last thing I would ever want to do, and seeing her like this, as she presents herself to me while she is letting herself go, and with her eyes that are not only showing her desire but also her full trust that she has for me, it gives me a different kind of pleasure. It makes me feel a sense of pride. The kind of pride that feels so intoxicating and has been turning me into a greedy man.

Because all I can think about lately is how to finally make her mine. A thought that I have tried to push back over and over again, and yet it has been growing stronger as of lately.

And I am done trying to fight or deny it any longer.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” she questions me with an airy voice, and she is quite obviously holding back a moan that is forming from inside her throat when her body reacts to her own touches, no matter how much she is trying to hide it.

“Yes, absolutely,” I answer her, not entirely surprised to find myself turning breathless as I have the perfect view of her straddling over me while being completely bare, and with her hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently on her sweet pussy that I crave to touch the most. “I always love it when you show me what you like, or what you want me to do to you.”

“Umm—yes, I really do want you to touch me, Jungkook. Just like this,” she says, while her hand keeps me fixated on her wet pussy. I am unable to look away as she rubs her fingers in circles around her clit. I can feel it when she trembles to her own touches, her thighs quivering under my palms with each stroke she is giving herself, and I can see things clearly from this angle as she spreads her slickness all over her folds. Propping herself on her other hand, she leans back, then her fingers disappear, using her own arousal to slide between her nether lips, dipping into her hot pussy. “Oh, God—”

I let her continue, as she begins sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, those delicate digits of hers keep getting wetter each time she pulls them out and I bite my lips when I can imagine how she would taste on my tongue. Thinking about licking and drinking her essence burns me from the inside. Before I realise it, my hands are gripping her tighter, and my hips start rocking on their own, almost pushing her off of me as I rub against her.

The move surprises her and she opens her eyes with a gasp. Feeling me rubbing on her body, she giggles softly and smiles sweetly at me. “Oh, dear. I almost forgot that I had an important job to do.”

Slowly, she pulls her fingers out of her pussy, taking them into her lips where she sucks them clean, moaning at her own taste just to tease me. Then she begins to move. Crawling down, she positions herself to straddle my thighs, teasing me a bit more by dragging her fingers down my torso until she reaches the waistband of my pants and gives it a tug. She expertly unbuckles my belt and loosens the button, always deliberately brushing the tips of her fingers on my skin while she is slowly stripping me down.

Each touch she gives me feels electrifying, when my body has been burning hot since the moment she came on top of me and gave me her sinful performance to entice me and arouse the desire that I have for her.

“You’re torturing me,” I groan gently when she once again slides her fingers under my waistband instead of continuing her work, and my complaints only bring a smile to her face.

“Just giving back what you gave me earlier,” she says, as she finally stops with her teasing. “Now, stop complaining. You’re ruining my little show.”

She reaches for my fly and I rest my hands to my side to let her unzip me. There is something hot about letting her take control, while at the same time, I am giving her a chance to lead things the way she wants this to go. She keeps her eyes down and I watch how her gaze grows darker when she pushes my pants down, freeing my dick. I gasp when my stiff cock juts out, popping out as she pulls down my boxers before falling heavy on my stomach, with the swollen tip smearing pre-cum on my skin.

“Ah—fuck,” a gasp escapes me as she reaches down, gently taking the length of my cock in her hand.

“Still okay?” she asks me, and I almost miss it when her voice comes so soft, sounding almost just as breathless as I am right now. And I know that I am not only reacting to her touch, when it is the way she keeps asking me and watching me closely to know what I am feeling, making sure that I find pleasure in her touch, the same way I always try my best to do the same when it comes to her.

It seems as if we are both learning from each other how to give one another the ultimate pleasure while keeping each other feel safe and comfortable, and we are both moving at the same pace to get there.

“Yes,” I answer her with a long, deep sigh. “This is definitely okay.”

I hear her giggling softly, then she begins to gently move her hand, stroking me with the most tender touch and taking her time with it. “Do you want me to stop?” she asks, and I almost grab her hand to stop her before she would let me go, but I stop myself when she asks again, “Or do you want me to do this faster?”

I look up to her face just then and my heart seems to beat slightly faster. My body grows surprisingly hot, both by her touch, the gentle strokes she is giving me that she still keeps lightly as she waits for my response, and the words she said. Then there is also that look in her eyes—the curiosity that is being suppressed under her wanton need, yet becomes the one that is affecting me the most.

I never knew just how much her curiosity could be a massive turn-on, until tonight, when I finally start realising this. I felt it for the first time tonight while we were engaged in the club’s event, when the looks she kept showing me only pushed me to dive deeper into the experience, even to help me decide to get directly involved together with her.

And now that she is showing her interest and curiosity in every single thing she does with me, I am feeling it all over again. She keeps driving me crazy whenever she asks me about this stuff, when she wonders about what I am most interested in and seems willing to try it with me to see if it works for her as well. It makes me want to give something back in return, to be able to figure out what she wants and needs, and to please her as much as she does her best to do the same for me.

I raise my hands, sliding them up her bare thighs to find her waist and hold her there. “Start slowly. Do it gently, with light pressure but keep your grip firm around the width,” I whisper to her, groaning when she immediately does what I am telling her, giving me a slow and gentle stroke that sends an instant rush of pleasure from the back of my spine.

“Yes, just like that, baby. That’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I keep telling her, while gasping at the heady sensation that keeps surging inside me as she keeps going, when she becomes more confident with her strokes and I feel the pleasure growing steadily inside me. “Now, start moving a bit faster. Not too fast, baby. Don’t rush it—” My words are immediately cut off when she slowly increases her pace, and the pleasure I am feeling from the work of her hand shoots up through the roof. “Fuck, baby. That feels so—”

My voice breaks out to a moan, when keeping a steady pace with the strokes she is giving me, she suddenly moves her other hand and begins touching me down below, her fingers playing with my testicles with light touches that are still enough to make me grow tight and hard, and I suddenly feel like I am ready to erupt into pieces in her hands.

I was telling her the truth when I admitted my fear about not being able to last as long as either of us would have liked it to, and I am already feeling it happening as I predicted. When she increases her pace with her strokes, her grip grows more firm yet not enough to hurt, and her dainty fingers are pressing against my rising pulse. I can feel it building, the subtle wave of my climax fluttering right down below, and my muscles are straining, so tightly, so close—

Not yet.

Snapping myself out of it on the very last second before I would explode and soil her hands too soon, I catch her by the wrists, stopping her before she gets too far and I find myself falling over the edge. Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me questioningly, just for a brief moment, before a knowing look comes to her face and she grins. I figure out exactly right then that she was playing a dangerous game, knowing how easily I could fall apart in her hands.

The naughty vixen.

“Still trying to give back all the teasing?” I question her while I try my best to catch my breath and calm myself down, hoping that this short period of reprieve would be able to help me recover my composure and take control of my own body. Her smile widens, and instead of pulling her hands away from my grip, she leans closer, her body bends towards me until I can feel the warmth of her exposed center hovering close to my erection.

“Oops—you caught me,” she teases, and that response is enough to urge me to take back control.

With a gentle hold on her hands, I pull her slightly towards me, drawing a surprised yelp out of her sweet lips. Once she loses her balance, I flip us both over, pinning her once again under my weight.

The move briefly presses our bodies together so that my cock throbs against her stomach, and I can feel her heartbeat as my chest comes in contact with hers. Keeping my hands on her wrists, I hold them back down against the mattress, inevitably restraining her with her arms wide open, giving me the perfect view of her bare breasts. Those soft mounds tremble together with the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily, both because of the shock and for having me so close, hovering on top of her.

I feel like I am getting drunk at the sight of her, yet I still cannot get enough. The need to devour her comes to me so strongly that I cannot stop myself, as I lower down to capture her lips, with her hands being held up on either side of her head, leaving her helpless as I drink her taste, her breath, and the sound of her soft moans that are starting to escape her while her body gently rocks beneath me, taken over by her hunger as she rubs her wet pussy against my hard, intensely throbbing cock.

—You—

The tight grip he has on your wrists should make you feel uncomfortable, or even feel pain. Yet instead of feeling intimidated, the vulnerability you feel under his control only makes you grow hotter. Then you feel the flame inside you being ignited with his hot kiss. The hunger you have been feeling heightens from the way he is devouring you, when he is no longer holding back with his kiss, and from the way his hot body is pressing you down into the bed.

Delirious with the increasing sensation you are experiencing, your body starts moving on its own. You don’t realise it at first when you are rocking beneath him, rubbing your hot pussy along the length of his cock that feels so heavy against you, until your body starts quivering with the familiar build-up of orgasm that comes from the depth of your core.

Just when you are ready to plunge right into it, to embrace the pleasuring bliss, Jungkook hears you moaning into the kiss and feels you faltering beneath him, and he suddenly pulls back. He releases you from the kiss first, then as he pulls away completely, denying your release, then his hands move away from your wrists to hold down your rocking hips.

“Not yet, baby. Don’t think I have no idea what you’re trying to do just now,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, drawing a desperate groan from you.

“Jungkook, please—”

Shaking his head, Jungkook tuts and feigns a look of disappointment before saying to you, “That’s what you get for teasing me. Don’t you think you deserve a little punishment after what you tried to do with me earlier?”

Hearing his words, you let out a desperate moan. With his hands holding you down, there is nothing that could relieve you from the intense pulsing happening between your legs, so you grab hold of the sheets beneath you in a way to keep yourself still and gain back your composure. You can still feel the ghost of his tight grip on your wrists, and to your surprise, it almost feels as if he is still tying you down with no chance to defy him.

“I’m sorry. I was just playing, I promise. Please, touch me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook leans back, enjoying the sight of your helpless self as you are begging for him to give you the release that you desire the most. Having been so close to reaching it, with your body still sensitive that it didn’t take much for your orgasm to make its presence known, you feel a deep yearning to embrace it. It would have been so close for you to reach it, only to feel it waning before it gets unleashed. It is now making you feel the kind of need and desperation that you have never felt before.

You wonder if this is what that masked woman you saw back at the club felt when her partner kept putting her on the edge, denying her pleasure over and over again until she was hanging desperately on the precipice of her climax. It feels euphoric, this kind of need and the way your body is growing even more sensitive, as if any touch he gives you will cause you to erupt.

Just like what you had intended to do with him earlier.

All this push and pull, the giving and taking back control, are driving your mind to spin. It gives you a new thrill, as you expect him to tease you a bit further before giving you what you want. But you have no idea how much longer you can take this.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Jungkook questions you, knowing what you are asking of him. He has his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your hips, his thumbs crawling closer and closer towards your center that you are struggling to hold back from pushing upward, just so he could touch you there.

“Please, Jungkook. I beg you.”

“Tell me what you want. Use your words,” he challenges you, doing his role as he leads you towards this new experience and you bite your lips, trying your best not to cry out when you finally beg him with a soft voice,

“Please, Sir. I need to cum.”

The words that take a lot out of you seem to do the work. Just like a spell, you are feeling for the first time the beauty of submitting yourself to him and to your desire the moment you said those words, while you can see it in his eyes how hearing your plea snaps something inside him.

Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, going to all places he could reach. He slides them up from your waist, touching the mounds of your breasts with his kind and tender caress, before he starts kneading, pressing and rolling his palms on your tender skin. Then, as your chest rises to his touch, he moves his fingers to the peak of your breasts and starts tweaking your nipples, playing with them for a brief longer before he comes down, stroking your abdomen and palming his way back down your hips. He then continues by sliding his hands down to find your bottom, cupping them with his palms before he moves them lower. His fingers come between your legs, and he starts caressing the slickness that he finds pooling out of your pulsing pussy.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers, his words barely reaching you between the sounds of your soft gasps and breathless moans, once again getting drunk and high from his gentle touches. “It was a bit unfair that you didn’t give me a single taste when you touched yourself earlier.”

Moving back up, he tends to your breasts, moving in slow and lazy gestures as if he has all the time in the world regardless of how impatient he sounded. His mouth captures your left nipple, tongue circling tenderly around the soft, hardening nub, while his fingers are pinching the right one, tightly enough to draw a gasp out of you.

“I love the way you are responding to me,” he says in a hoarse whisper, his mouth still hovering on your tender nipple that his hot breath feels arousing as it falls over your damp skin. “If only you have any idea how much your reactions keep driving me crazy. The sound of your soft moans coming out of the back of your throat, the gasps you give me, knowing that I’m the one making it happen, those are the things that haunted me after we first met. I wanted to be greedy, so I could be the only one to bring it out of you, to hear it coming from you again and again.”

Even with the string of electrifying pleasure coming through your body, his words manage to reach you. Instead of taking your focus away from the sinful delights he is giving you, they seem to work like an enchantment. As the more he is admitting the carnal passion that he has for you, he keeps bringing the same emotions from within you, as you share all the same desires and needs whenever you are together with him.

“And now, seeing how you always react to my touch, the way you arch your body and press yourself against me like you want more,” —he stops with a groan, as if voicing his dark thoughts out loud is affecting him just as much as it is affecting you, “—that sure makes me feel like I want to be greedy even more, to make sure that I’ll be the one to see it happen, to make it happen—”

His teeth clamp down on your nipple as his fingers delve deep between your legs, right where you have been so hot and ready for him, and right where the pulsing need has been calling for him. His action draws a low moan through your lips that breaks out into a cry, while your body arches upward. Your hips rise to take in his fingers penetrating inside you and the ripples of bliss that comes rising, and your pussy immediately pulsing around his fingers as he dives in.

Feeling the way your pussy is reacting to him, Jungkook lets out a low groan before continuing, “—and I will always be so fucking grateful that you are giving me a chance to experience all of this with you.”

“I should be the one—oh, God!” Your words break out into a gasp when Jungkook pushes his fingers deeper all of a sudden just as you are trying to speak. You take a couple of more breaths, riding through the rush of pleasure that he is giving you before you try again, “I should be the one to feel grateful that you chose me. That you even came to the club at all.”

A teasing grin shows on his face when he hears this. “Because I rocked your world?”

His words make you laugh before you can stop yourself. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“I’m ready to rock your world even more tonight,” he says, as he continues stroking his fingers in and out of you, pressing harder against your pulse and reaching deeper until you are lifting your hips again, just a tad bit higher, when the waves of pleasure are becoming more than what you can handle. “I want to be the only one who can do it to you.”

The possessiveness in his words should be bothering you. It would have been if you have heard him say something like this months ago, before you ever knew just how good everything would be when you are with him. But now, as he is saying all these things while he is stirring up all the sensations now rising in your body, you only feel your body burning hotter, the pleasure taking over you even stronger than before.

While you are lost in your drunken bliss, Jungkook continues to crawl his way down, kissing your skin as he comes closer to the source of your heat, all while keeping his fingers busy, as they continue sliding in and out of you. He keeps his pace steady while his kisses are moving so tantalisingly slow towards your core.

Anticipation builds, and as your body continues riding the exhilarating feeling igniting within you, your hips moving and rocking to meet the thrusts of his fingers, the pleasure keeps growing more intense that you almost find it hard to breathe.

“I want to be the only one to taste you like this,” his words come as a warning, before his mouth descends onto your pulsing center. For only a split second, your body ceases every movement, growing tense as you prepare for contact. But none of it matters, because the moment his mouth comes to your nether lips with a heated kiss, your entire body erupts with sparks going myriad of places from within your body.

Your body jolts upward in response, yet Jungkook refuses to let you escape his grip. With one hand clutching around your thigh, he holds you down, keeping you steady where you are as he continues with his ministrations. The thrusts of his fingers continue on, while his mouth continues to devour you, drinking you in, with his tongue slipping out and lapping at your sweet release.

“Jungkook—”

“You wanted this, didn’t you, baby? Come on. Cum for me and let me have a taste,” he whispers against your nether lips. Before you can process his words, his mouth returns to you, giving you a deep kiss right at your wet entrance then sliding up, as he clamps his sinful mouth around your throbbing clit, giving it a hard suck while his fingers press against your sweet spot, and you immediately erupt, with a massive wave of your climax engulfing you from within that the only thing you can do is to embrace it with a loud cry.

Oh, dear God and everything that is holy…

Your entire body ceases as you come harder than you have ever been in your entire life with his fingers buried deep inside you, still rolling against your pulsing climax, and his mouth still attached to your clit. He keeps sucking at your tender nub, not giving you a chance to rest, making this intense orgasm feel endless. Yet he doesn’t stop there. Just when you think you are already floating on the height of pleasure, Jungkook brushes his teeth on your clit and bite.

Pain strikes you immediately, yet it mixes together with the pleasure that is still running through your body. With your pussy and your tender muscle still throbbing with the spasms of your release, you feel another wave of orgasm swallowing you whole. There really is nowhere else left for you to go but upward, over the precipice of your climax which seems to take forever to go down from.

For a brief moment, you feel nothing, hear nothing, as if you are sent into another dimension with how intense this sinful bliss feels. You barely notice him pulling his mouth away, as he leaves behind the throbbing pain that he caused and the pleasure that remains pulsing. This tranquil moment lasts for a while until your climax starts waning down and your senses begin to grow clearer. Once you start feeling things again beyond the remaining ripples of your orgasm, instead of his wicked mouth and the scandalous bite he gave you, you feel his gentle tongue on your throbbing pussy—licking and drinking your release while he soothes you from the throbbing pain you are still feeling on your swollen nub. And instead of a series of hard and relentless strokes, his fingers are slowly easing their way inside you, slowing down their pace as he is coming to a halt.

With his gentleness, Jungkook helps you come down from high. The remnants of your orgasm take a while to wane, but you are slowly taken back from whatever state you had been sent into in the height of your carnal pleasure, until you feel your body relaxing, easing down from the quivering mess that you might have turned into, and you slowly let everything go with a content sigh.

Noticing that you are coming back to the present and you are recovering from your orgasm, Jungkook withdraws from you completely, wearing a satisfied look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Without his touch, you instantly feel—empty. But you have nothing to complain about when he crawls back on top of you, once again covering you with the entire length of his body as he gives you a tender kiss on your lips.

When he pulls away, any hope you ever had for getting a chance to catch a little break completely vanishes, as he looks at you with pure admiration and desire in his eyes, letting you read his thoughts before he says a thing. And it doesn’t take long before you find just how right you are, when he whispers to you with a wicked grin showing on his gorgeous face,

“You know that I’m not done with you yet, don’t you?”

—Jungkook—

The look she is giving me right after I said those words is absolutely priceless.

Thankfully, instead of seeing fear in her eyes after what I am insinuating, when she understands the subtle promise I am giving her, I see a flicker of her lust coming back alive. I can clearly see a hint of underlying fatigue in her eyes, so I figured that her body may have grown a bit too sensitive after her climax and after quite the long night we had. That was why I gave her a chance to call the shots. If she had chosen to take things slow, then I would have easily agreed and given her a chance to rest until we would both be ready for more.

Yet, just as the look of lust she is giving me grows clearer, she raises her arms and wraps them around my neck, keeping me pressed to her. With the gentle, yet firm grip she has around me, it feels like she has no intention of letting me go. Then she lifts up a bit to kiss the tip of my nose, her hips rocking gently beneath me when she lies back down, letting me know her intention before she says it out loud.

“I’m also not done with you yet…Sir.”

There is a sense of dark humour in the tone of her voice, but the way her eyes are looking at me shows things differently, and it stirs something in my chest, making it feel like there is something burning inside me like a flame. I kiss her lips again while moving my hands down her body. Caressing the tender skin of her breasts, I take my time to feel their weight, to rub the plumped nipples that have grown hard for me, and feel the way her body shivers under my touch. She sucks a deep breath when I play with her sensitive nubs for a little while—fondling them with my palms, then rubbing around them and pinching at them with my fingers. Then I continue to go lower, feeling her warm skin as I slide my hands down her waist, to her hips, reaching down to her thighs where I hold her with a gentle grip. I gently pull her thighs apart, giving me the space that I need to settle down against the center of her heat.

I can feel my cock throbbing between us the moment it finds her wet folds, pressing against the mess that was created when I sent her shaking in her climax. As I gently rub against her, I can almost feel her pulse, as if her pussy is reacting to my cock and anticipating to have me buried inside her. But I will not start anything until she is ready. Until the tension that I can sense holding her back on her upper torso is fading, so she can find only pleasure once I begin making love to her to my heart's extent.

That is, if I still have enough willpower to take things slowly. Because God knows how easy she would always be able to push me to the limits and beyond with her staying close by my side so we could dive into everything together. As if we are free falling into this sinful experience at the same time.

Despite my intention of following her pace, my body moves at its own will, as my hips continue rocking over her, rubbing my cock against her pussy over and over again. The thrill that runs through my body feels intoxicating that I cannot stop. My fingers sink into her skin when I am beginning to lose myself, and then I feel her fingers sliding between the strands of my hair, pulling my head towards her so she can initiate another kiss. The moment our mouths come together, she begins moving her body, finally giving in to the rush that she must be feeling now that the tension in her body is long gone.

As our kiss deepens, and the rocking of our hips and the grinding of my erection over her heat grows more intense, she runs her fingers down my back, pressing me into her more. A shudder comes over her that causes her to pull away and take a deep breath, then she looks up at me, smiling at me before she whispers to me breathlessly, “Jungkook, I think”—she pants a little and tries her best to speak without losing her breath, ”I’m ready. I want you now. Please—”

Hearing her plea, I grind against her a few more times, causing our bodies to shiver while the sounds of her gasps and moans melt together when she takes it all in. Then I gather all my willpower to lift myself up and peel my body off of her, only so we can continue to the next step. I look down at her just then, admiring the way she looks beneath me with her chest heaving, her lips swollen from our continuous kisses, and her beautiful eyes glistening with dark passion.

A passion that she has only for me.

With one hand holding her thigh, I look down between us and reach down to wrap my hand around my cock. I give myself a few gentle strokes, feeling her warm arousal already coating my length perfectly, then I guide the tip of my cock towards her waiting pussy. I feel the flutter coming from her pussy as I start pressing against her opening, sliding the tip in with the sound of her gasp echoing around me, and she trembles harder as I start pushing my way in, getting a few more inches in when she shakes and pulses around me, causing me to fall over her when I can feel every pulse and every vibration that she is experiencing. The sensation that is going through her is spreading through my body, which is beginning to show the same reaction.

“Oh, fuck—” I cry out when I can barely catch myself before I would collapse on her with my full weight pressing her down. The way her body is responding to me feels amazing. I know instantly right at that moment that I would never get enough of this. A part of me is counting my blessings for the long wait that makes this moment even more special, yet another part of me is cursing at my decision to wait this long before I get to feel this kind of heaven.

Overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through me, I find it hard to pull away from her. All I can do is bury my face in the nape of her neck, where I can savour the taste of her skin with the thin coat of her sweat covering her. I can also hear her heartbeat, the one thing that makes me believe that this is all real, that she has me wrapped in her arms while the head of my cock is wrapped between her hot walls.

“Baby—” I whisper against her skin. I feel her shivering beneath me, yet the only thing I can do next is to call her name like an enchantment, “_______.”

I start showering her with a few kisses, starting from her neck, to her face, then on her lips. Her body seems to melt against me just then, though it does seem that my voice has also worked like a spell on her, as she suddenly takes action first when she realises I am stalling.

Kissing me back on the lips, she tightens her arms around me, locking me to her body. She lifts her legs then, wrapping them around my hips and pulling my lower region into her. The move draws me even closer, my cock pulses as it slides a bit deeper inside her, causing us both to gasp as it sends an instant rush through our bodies that feel maddening that I almost combust right there and then.

Luckily, she is there with me. With the deep look in her eyes and the touch of her fingers on my skin, I hold myself together, allowing this rush of pleasure to ride out before the two of us would begin to move again, in unison this time, as we start chasing for our ultimate high. Together.

—You—

You have known his size from the many times you caught sight of him and touched him, and have pictured how good he would feel inside you. But reality has always been better than your imagination. None of what you have dreamed of ever comes close to this.

The sound that you make is otherworldly as he pushes into you with one smooth stroke, stretching you to the point of pain. Yet it is the most exquisite pain that you have ever experienced, and you welcome the ripples of pleasure that are rising with each pulse of discomfort which is slowly diminishing when the glorious, yet sinful delight starts to take over.

With a soft moan slipping out of your lips, you open your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s face. He has his eyes closed and his forehead lowers to yours as he keeps himself buried inside you. But it is the relief on his face that catches your eyes, when it looks so profound that it starts making you feel things.

Some certain unfamiliar things that are slowly growing inside your chest.

For the longest time, neither of you make a move. Not even when you feel the itch to reach up and touch his face, or maybe pull him back into your arms. You simply lie there, existing together, relishing this moment as your bodies are finally joined together for the first time, to feel his entire heat coursing against your body, and to feel his heartbeat pacing steadily together with yours.

Jungkook moves slightly, burying his face on the nape of your neck where he takes a deep inhale of breath before releasing it with a sigh just as he presses his lips on your skin, feeling you, tasting you, while his hands roam back up to your waist with a gentle hold.

“Baby—” he whispers against your skin, sending shivers all over your body that only escalates the delightful pulses you feel materialising inside your core. “_______,” he says your name with a sigh and starts kissing your neck, your chin, moving up to your face before finding your lips.

Hearing him whispering your name softly while pressing his lips on yours does something to your lower region, where your muscles seem to constrict around him tighter and the pulses of pleasure are quickly replacing any of the discomfort that you initially felt. Once the ache and pain are gone completely, the need for him to take you and fuck you until you are losing your mind becomes stronger. The desire has been there, brewing and lingering ever since you felt its first pulse back at the club. And now it is becoming definite, and you are sure that it wouldn’t go away so easily until your needs are sated.

You try to push up, to move your hips so you can get him moving. Anything to have some friction and to relieve you from your need. But it isn’t until you wrap your legs around his hips when he is finally encouraged to continue.

He slides deeper into you, and your hips rise on their own over the bed when he is all to make you feel like you are to fall apart with only one firm thrust. It almost feels like you are about to come to another climax, because the feeling he gives you is so intense. Not only with the pleasure he is bringing out of you, but the flutter in your chest that keeps coming up, joining each pulse you feel rising from where the two of you are joined together.

Jungkook runs his hands down your thighs, finding your bare bottom which he cups with his palms, caressing you there as he moves again, taking it slow when he pulls out, only to return with a firm and quick thrust when he pushes his way back in. Each thrust he gives causes ripple after ripple of pleasure, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper, only to stop before he gets to the deepest when his body begins to tremble against your body.

You don’t realise at first what might be causing this, until you feel resistance coming from within, when your walls are grappling around him so tightly that he can barely move. There is no pain within you, nor discomfort, but the flutter which you recognise not as your own as it appears inside you tells you that he is almost at the stage of losing control, and that he is holding himself back—not from his own passion this time, but from ending things too soon. You feel him growing tense while his cock twitches inside you, as he struggles to keep himself from climaxing too soon.

Running your hands down his waist, you help him relax. Whispering his name, you call him back to you. Your fingers press down on his back when he opens his eyes again, so you keep them there, if only to help him regain his composure, even though your touch quickly turns wanton as they sink into his skin when he starts again.

—Jungkook—

Once I am no longer trembling on top of her, I feel her fingers pushing me down, and that is when I begin to move. Pulling out slightly, I make sure that there is no resistance with her body denying me before I carefully start rocking my hips, thrusting firmly into her and stretching her tight pussy walls that are wrapping around my cock so possessively, though they merely flutter around me when I keep pushing my way in.

“Is this okay, baby?” I question her while keeping my eyes on her, making sure that I wouldn’t miss any sign of discomfort coming from her.

“Yess—” she hisses as I slide deeper inside her, taking only a little effort this time to bury my cock completely until I am fully inside her when she has grown so wet and ready for me, and I take the liberty of telling her this, to let her know how good she feels around me.

“God, you’re so wet, baby,” I tell her with a deep groan, and I continue to slowly and steadily thrust into her while her fingers are digging into my biceps. Starting with small increments as I remain in her depth in fear that I would hurt her if I move just a bit too much, giving her body a chance to get more used to my width before I start going faster. “So incredibly hot and wet. Was it our adventure tonight that did this?”

“Yes—oh, God,” she cries out when my repeated thrusts are beginning to affect her so strongly that she trembles beneath me. “I’ve been growing crazy. Oh, fuck—!” She inhales sharply and looks up to me again, her voice softens quite a bit when she adds, “But it’s mostly you. Just you and everything you did to me.” Her words draw my heartbeat to race rapidly inside my chest, while inevitably sending me pushing into her a bit deeper and moving faster when the sense of pride is growing in me because of her words.

Her body jolts in response, her hips rising to meet my thrusts and a shudder comes rushing through her once our bodies are united in the perfect angle. Her pussy walls contract around my cock in an instant, pulsing rapidly and clenching tightly as I continue sliding my cock in and out of her. I can feel the flutter of her climax when I thrust deeply, and how her muscles are grappling my entire length when I pull out. This feeling is familiar, as I felt it before when I gave her pleasure with nothing more but my intruding fingers, when she erupted around my digits and I could only imagine it was my cock that had plunged inside her.

“So sensitive. Are you already so close? That’s pretty quick. I can’t be the one who’s doing this to you,” I tease her a little as I keep thrusting into her, keeping a steady pace instead of rushing it. I want to savour this moment so badly, but she keeps making it hard when both her words and the responses she is giving me continue to bring out the carnal need inside me.

“You sure damn were, and you know it,” she breathlessly tells me, gasping between her words. I can feel the spasms running through her from deep within her core, so I continue pushing against it, drawing more and more of them. “It’s the long wait too. I’ve been picturing this moment for so long.”

“Only me, baby?” I tease her as I slowly pick up the pace, not even once taking my eyes off of her. With each thrust I give her, the harder she trembles, but her eyes are shining brighter with the pleasure she is feeling, coaxing me to keep giving her more. Once my question sinks in on her, she starts laughing softly and shaking her head at me.

“Do you really think I’ve been with anyone else since I met you?” she asks me with a husky voice as she lifts herself and playfully licks my face slowly along the jawline, and fuck if her teasing and confession aren’t turning me on even more.

“Don’t say things like that,” I say to her with a low groan, barely catching myself when all I ever want to do is to start fucking her senselessly. “When you say things like that, it goes right over my head—”

And then I’ll start wanting more.

—is what I am so close to say to her. Though it wouldn’t even be the truth if I ever say them out loud. Not now. Not when I already have been wanting more.

I am getting greedy, and seeing her beneath me, embracing the rush of pleasure that is flowing through her body with the way she arches and squirms with each thrust I give her, that feeling of want becomes bigger, stronger, taking up every part of my mind that I have no more willpower to deny it any longer.

Then what she says next works like a spell, when she looks up straight into my eyes with a smile that gets me so breathless and makes me feel like I am being punched right on my chest, and whispers to me, “Then make love to me, Jungkook. See for yourself that it’s true. Do it harder, faster, until I cum around you so I can show it to you. Please—”

There is no need for her to say more. Something flares wildly inside of me right the moment I hear her words. An urge, a deep hunger that I have never felt before, the need to claim her as mine. The need to feel her—not because I had no trust in her words, but because I want to make sure that she truly has the same feelings as I do.

Moving my grip down to her hips, I lift her lower region slightly from the bed and hold her up to me, positioning ourselves so I can move freely and be able to please her the way I want to. “Hang on tightly to me then, baby. I’m going to make love to you the way no one else ever could.”

I always keep my word, so I mean every word I said in my promise. Keeping a steady hold on her, I push back, giving her a chance to take a breath and be ready for me as I move my hips, rocking and thrusting into her firmly until she starts screaming my name. I can instantly feel her pussy responding to me, pulsing so intensely around my cock while her body shivers violently as our bodies are rocking together as one.

The pleasure keeps building up inside me as well and I am slowly losing it. It feels so heavenly that I almost fall apart. Yet I fight to hold on, denying my own pleasure just so I can show her how deep my hunger for her has truly grown into.

Focusing solely on helping her to reach her climax, I try to find the spot which would have her light up, and then continuously thrust my cock against it. And it doesn’t take long before her cries of pleasure start filling the room, echoing against the walls, while her inner walls are contracting around me like a fist. As she falls over the edge, I too savour the pleasuring bliss that comes engulfing me with a deep groan.

—You—

A deep, guttural moan rips out of his chest as he continues to move, thrusting deep, withdrawing and slamming into you at a rapid pace, over and over again. Then he pulls away, albeit briefly. Without looking away from you, with his eyes hooded heavily with lust, Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs, pulling them up higher so that you are nearly levitating over the bed. Once you feel like you are losing all balance, he carries on with his ministrations, and you can feel him driving further into you in this position, as he keeps going deeper and harder with each thrust of his cock.

You feel like you are floating into a blissful high when he keeps hitting against the spot that sends electrifying sparks all over your body. You can feel it reaching down to the tips of your toes, through your fluttering chest, and up to your muddled brain. Your fingers clench around his toned arms, holding on fiercely as he takes you on a wild ride that has you screaming out his name.

“Jungkook—”

You cry out when the rise of your orgasm hits you like a wave. It comes in an instant, and with your legs lifted up on his arms, you feel powerless against the impact. There is nothing that you can do to stop it when the ripples of your orgasm start flowing around you, and you can only allow yourself to fall into it, to embrace it while he is holding you in his tight grip to stop you from slipping away from him.

“I feel you, baby,” Jungkook groans as you finally come to climax, your walls convulsing around him so intensely which draws the sound of his moans. Though he keeps his pace steady, his strokes remain firm as he continues pumping in and out of you, prolonging the waves of your orgasm to make it last longer. “Let it come, baby. Cum around my cock. Fuck—you feel so good.”

It feels almost impossible to be true, but his words snap something inside you which sends you to another rippling orgasm, when you barely have a chance to come down from the previous one. His strong hands are the only ones holding you as you start thrashing against him, unable to withstand the intense waves of orgasm that keep coming over you with his relentless thrusts.

Jungkook is still rocking his hips, pushing his cock deep inside you with a rapid pace which continues for a while longer until he feels the spasms of your climax waning down to a steady tremor. He only starts slowing down then, though he is yet to stop. With his slow strokes, Jungkook keeps on going, riding your orgasm together with you instead of chasing his own.

You have no idea how he does it, when you almost believed that he was so close to reaching the edge himself. But Jungkook holds on the best he could, staying true to his words—just like he always does—of giving you a chance to embrace pleasure before he would.

Just thinking about him giving away his own need for you makes your heart swell. It brings a sense of pleasure knowing how highly he is thinking of your need. But as you look up at him, seeing the astonished look he is giving you as he is taking pleasure in seeing the expression you are making in your bliss, it doesn’t take you long to notice that there is something else missing. Something that you desire so desperately to see.

You want to see him embrace his pleasure. To see that glorious look he gives you when he is free falling into his release, and to feel the same delight and pride that he must be feeling now, when you become the one to help him find pleasure.

When Jungkook halts all movements, giving you a gentle smile as he slowly lowers your quivering legs back to the bed, you reach up to touch his face to stop him from pulling away. Thinking that you are silently asking for a kiss, Jungkook lowers himself with a soft sigh, pressing his lips on yours while he carefully starts pulling out of you.

But you stop him before he could.

Pressing the heels of your foot onto his hips, you deny him from pulling away from you. When you move beneath him, you can feel the thickness of his girth still filling you up, his cock is still hard with his denied release. There is soreness deep inside you when his girth rubs against your pussy walls, but it takes only a few more rocking of your hips before the discomfort fades and your craving starts regaining its vigour.

What you are craving most right now is to feel him filling you up with his warm release, and to be able to embrace this pleasure together at the same time.

You keep your palms on his cheeks when Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes that are still filled with desire seem to grow darker when you whisper to him, “Don’t stop just yet. Now it’s your turn.”

Jungkook says nothing for a brief moment, but then his grin appears right before he answers you with, “Is it now?”

Nodding, you lick your lips and start rocking your hips. Jungkook looks unsure for a moment when he looks down between you. “Are you sure? Will I hurt you?”

You quickly shake your head and move your arms around his neck. “You won’t. I’m a big girl,” you whisper to him, moaning softly when your rocking escalates and his cock is once again sliding in and out of your pussy, except that you are the one riding him from below. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to see you”—a gasp interrupts you from speaking when he suddenly moves inside you with a gentle thrust. “I want to see your face when you cum. I always love seeing the look in your eyes when you do.”

Jungkook’s smile grows. “What do you see when that happens?”

“You. I see you,” you answer him, moaning when he continues his thrusts, keeping it slow and gentle, as he gives your body another chance to catch a little break before he would proceed to pound into you once he gives in to his needs again. It is something that you are expecting him to give you, but you also want to enjoy this tender moment, even if for just a while longer. “You always look the most beautiful when you are high with pleasure.”

“Ah—do I?” Jungkook questions you with a soft chuckle, though you can see a hint of his bashfulness when he smile, with his skin turning slightly crimson before he hides it by kissing your lips. “If it pleases you to see it, then”—he whispers between his kisses, ”might as well give you what you are asking for.”

He deepens the kiss, though he quickly pulls away to take a quick breath when he pushes into your depth and both your bodies shudder in unison. He wastes no time to go harder, immediately pounding into you with a force that shakes not only your body, but your entire world. You can tell that he is finally focusing on catching his orgasm instead of focusing solely on you, which is precisely what you want him to do.

You reach down, raking your fingers down his spine to find the dip between his back and his plump bottom and start feeling them with your thumbs. At your touch, he gasps, then his body shudders as you continue to trace down his tight, muscular ass, teasing him with your touch and a light pressure to push him towards you more.

“You like that?”

A sound similar to an astonished chuckle comes out of him. “I just fucking love feeling your hands on me—doesn’t matter where you’re touching me,” he says to you breathlessly as he continues rocking his hips. His cock slides into you deeply until you can feel the force rocking your entire body and up to your chest, and he slowly proceeds to pick up his speed. You playfully rake your nails on his skin, making him shudder once more that his thrusts grow sloppy just for a short while. “And, fuck—I love it when you rake your nails over my ass like that.”

His voice fades into a deep groan when you press his body into you and he goes deeper on the next thrust. This time, you are the one gasping in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of him pressing and thrusting steadily into your depth with his firm strokes. It doesn’t take long before you can feel him twitching inside you. The familiar feeling of his cock growing rigid and fluttering each time it goes against your sweet spot starts overwhelming you that you almost feel a smaller wave of orgasm rising again.

You try to hold back, making sure that he is the first to dive into bliss this time. Yet the moment you deny your own release, your muscles become tense around him, clamping around his cock and drawing the sound of his deep moans while the signs of your climax are making their presence known. You feel it coiling from your lower torso, ready to snap so easily with his relentless pounding.

Just when you think that this is where everything stops, when you would finally have Jungkook unravelling in his release, you feel him lifting himself up without pulling out of you. Opening your eyes to him, you meet his gaze. The question and wonder that you wish to voice out to him fade in your tongue when you see the look in his eyes, when Jungkook looks down, trailing his gaze down your body and stopping where you are joined.

There is almost no need for you to hear his intention when he smiles, knowing where this is leading to. As he gently slides his hands to your hips, holding them firmly in his grip when he slows down, dragging it quite a bit when he slides out of you before coming back in with a gentle thrust, as if he is stalling his time instead of diving straight into it.

But he doesn’t make you wait long before revealing his wish, though he soon puts you once again on the edge when he speaks them to you with that deep, dark tone of his voice which sounds like a gentle command—

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

—Jungkook—

I am so close to coming, and I could tell that she is ready to go again too. I could feel the ripples of her orgasm, vibrating around my cock as I continue to pump in and out through her tight walls, keeping the pace to match the pulses I feel rising from the base of my cock.

No matter how many times I have felt this sensation, I don’t seem to get enough of it just yet. Perhaps not ever. That is one of the reasons why despite having savoured all the pleasure for a long time, I still don’t want to rush it to end so soon. But I also know that by now, neither of us would be able to make it if this goes on any longer. I am already hanging on the edge, and there is no doubt that she is probably sore with all the thrusting and rubbing, despite the slickness that has been building up from within her while we kept on fucking so wantonly to our heart’s desire.

Training my eyes on her face, I watch her just as she opens her eyes to look at me, silently questioning why I am denying both of our releases. An idea crosses my mind as I look down between us, watching how my cock keeps popping in and out of her wet pussy. An idea that I know she wouldn’t be able to resist as I gently whisper to her,

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

Her eyes grow wide at my command. A beat passes by and she doesn’t make a move at first, until a tiny smile comes on her lips. As if she has already expected to hear my wish.

She releases her hold on me and reaches up, moving her fingers on herself, except that she chooses to keep her hands away from where I want them to be. Starting from her neck, she then runs those delicate fingers down her body. She moves slowly, as if taunting me with her little stunt, taking her time as she touches her breasts, playing with her mounds and those hardened nipples the way I did when I had my hands on them, before going down and plunging straight towards her center.

My eyes follow every motion as she slips two fingers around the base of my cock, feeling every inch of me left which is not covered in her warmth whereas most part of me is still buried deep inside her. The feeling she ignites in me with that single touch feels exhilarating, but it ends too soon as she moves her fingers between us and touches her clit. I continue to watch, my heart starts pounding excessively inside my chest as I wait for her to get herself off.

Her fingers twirl around her clit and her breathing speeds up. She continues playing with herself, working her touch around her swollen rosebud, pressing and rubbing herself until her body arches up, her head falls back into the pillows, then I feel her clenching tightly around my cock.

She is finally there.

“You are so fucking hot,” I moaned deeply and—without giving her any warning—I start to move, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy without ever slowing down. “And you’re already there. I can feel it.”

My fingers are holding her up tightly at her hips, while she has one hand clutching at my forearm, her nails digging into my skin, and the other hand is still lodged between us, her fingers working around her clitoris. Every hard thrust that I am giving her is followed with a twirl of her fingers on her clit until her whole body grows tense and I feel her climax coiling from inside her hot core.

It takes me intense restraints to keep going until she comes again, to hear her cry over and over again as she succumbs to her pleasure, and then I finally let myself go. An unfamiliar sound comes right out of my chest as I am falling into my release, as I am coming harder than I ever have before. And I am not in it alone. Her entire body rocks and trembles, while one last, final strained cry slips right out of her lips as she convulses with an intense orgasm that pushes me over the limit.

For a brief moment, it feels like I am being sent to another place. The pleasure that comes over me feels like an otherworldly experience that I almost forget to take a deep breath. It feels like I am free-falling and floating at the same time, with merely her touch anchoring me to her.

Yet our connection is enough to bring me back to her once the sparks lighting up inside me start to calm down.

My heartbeat seems to race a mile a minute when I finally start breathing normally again, though still heavy after the long, rigorous fucking we just had. I barely have my eyes open when my body slumps to the side, falling right beside her with her rolling with me as she is still wrapped around me, our limbs entangled with each other as we fall and I am still deep inside her. Our bodies remain connected with the remnants of our intense climax pulsing against each other, and neither one of us is making a move to let go.

—You—

Both of you are sweaty. Your body is completely sated and spent, and you feel like every muscle in your body has turned into rubber. You have no energy to move, much less to push him away, with your chest still heaving deeply as if there is not even air in your lungs. And while you feel extremely hot, you feel no urge to come apart from him.

He feels heavy and warm with his arms wrapped around your body, while your legs are still wrapped around his hips. It feels weird to be entangled in this angle, when a part of you just wants to lie down and relax, but you also feel oddly comfortable in his embrace that you have no desire to move in any way.

The only thing you do, once your breathing becomes calmer, is to look at him. You have often seen him from up close, but never this close. Never with the chance to completely marvel at the sight that you enjoy seeing the most out of him.

The peaceful look on his face as he is lying quietly beside you, chest to chest. The satiated glow that you see even as he keeps his eyes closed gives you a sense of serenity that you seem to have been missing in life for a long while.

Jungkook opens his eyes while you are lost in the sight of him, showing you a warm gaze that seems so pleasant to look at. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back to hold you close to his chest.

“I don’t want to part from you just yet,” he whispers with a voice that sounds so soft you just want to cuddle further into his chest.

You remain where you are instead, keeping your hands on his bare chest when you question him, “What should we do then?”

Something flickers in his eyes when he hears what you are asking of him. Something that seems so wicked and sinful it gets your heartbeat racing. Yet his action shows something different when he finally moves, making you question what he may have in mind. Jungkook frames your face with his big and gentle hands as he looks at you, and starts caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Being this close and having him looking at you this way, a thought suddenly dawns on you.

You have felt a deep connection with him even before this night. Now, all you can sense is how much stronger that connection feels when you are being embraced this way, when he makes you feel so cared for and loved.

It stirs your emotions just for thinking about this. When you suddenly think about that specific word.

Loved.

Would it be too much for you to think that far ahead so soon, or to even think about that word at all during this kind of moment? You quickly try to qualm this odd feeling that suddenly shows up before it gets a chance to grow stronger, or bigger, not knowing what would happen later between the two of you once this fateful night is over.

With a gentle rub of his fingers across your lips, Jungkook brings your attention back to him. You have no idea what kind of expression he is reading on your face, but it is obvious that he notices your mind wandering, even if a part of you is still here, entwined with his presence.

“I feel like I should propose an idea that involves us just lying still like this, relaxing, holding each other until we fall asleep.”

His words draw a smile to your face. Not because of how tempting his offer had sounded, but because you can see in his eyes that he wasn’t being sincere when he talked about making such an offer.

“But?”

“But—” he starts to answer, stopping as he looks down between your bodies and smiles. It takes a moment for you to realise what he is seeing, when you feel what his gaze is trying to point out, the moment you feel your hips moving slightly against him. Though instead of pulling away, you are subtly moving even closer to him, as if your body has its own intention of showing you what it needs, or it is giving you the answer you needed for your silent wonderings. And Jungkook can see it before you do.

“I think,” —he sighs, as he moves his hips in tandem with your rocking, pushing his cock back into your depth. “Our bodies are trying to say things differently.”

Just as he says those words, a flutter appears inside you, and it suddenly feels that you can sense him everywhere; his presence filling you up from within, his warmth that is engulfing you, and his touch—the way his fingers are rubbing and pressing on your skin which quickly draws your own body to start rocking together with him.

You have expected that he would have grown flaccid by now, yet you are feeling full just for having him inside you. And as the slow rocking continues, the more you feel the length of his cock rubbing against your over-sensitive walls, the more you feel him growing stiff and rigid. His cock seems to be coming back to life inside you, with subtle throbs of his blood pumping from the base to the tip. You can feel those pulses growing across the length of his cock as he pulls out slightly out of you. But the next time he returns to fill you, his thrust comes almost twice as hard as he has grown completely firm and hard again as he pushes into your depth. The sudden change feels so impactful when you are still so sensitive down below that you inadvertently wince, causing Jungkook to immediately stop when he notices this.

“Am I hurting you?” he immediately asks you.

“No, I’m just”—you gently sigh. “Just a bit sore, that’s all. I’m okay.”

He frowns and tries to pull out, but you quickly stop him. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t move, yet he looks conflicted and worried. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says as he gently places his hands on your waist. Knowing that he can decide to pull away any time, you hug him close and kiss the corner of his lips to ease his mind.

“You won’t. Just go slow. I’ll tell you if I’m not feeling okay.”

Jungkook sighs. You can tell that the motors in his head are running as he is thinking deeply about this, though you are starting to see him getting convinced as he looks deeply into your eyes and finds none of your doubt in them.

“Promise?”

You nod, and he kisses your lips in return. He does it more gently this time, followed by the languid rocking as he takes it slowly to move in and out of you. Still, his action is enough to leave you gasping once the pleasure that had just turned into a murmur begins to rise again, growing more and more even if it doesn’t feel as intense as before. The sensation seems to have been diluted after experiencing multiple orgasms in the same night and within a short period of time, but it is still there, still pleasant to feel and experience, and it leads you to want more.

Getting lost in the feeling of bliss from the kiss and the few more slow and clumsy rocking of the hips, Jungkook easily flips your bodies again until you are lying beneath him. But instead of proceeding further, he stops at the sound of your soft groan when you feel his weight pressing you down and makes you an offer, “Want to go on top? That way you can decide how fast or how slow we can go.”

“I can try,” you say to him, though you are feeling quite unsure about it. With his hands gripping tightly on your hips, Jungkook flips the both of you again until he is on his back, surprising you when he manages to do it without slipping out of you, keeping the two of you joined together. Though once you are on top, with your legs straddling around his body, it feels like his cock is piercing deeper that you can feel him throughout your whole body. The tip of his cock seems to be poking so deep that you can feel its force reaching all the way up to your stomach, while his girth feels even more rigid as you slide down his length.

At first, you try to do it slowly, with your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his body, your palms resting on his bare chest to hold yourself up, while he helps you with his hands on your waist as he guides you to slide up and down his cock. But as the rush of pleasure starts surging through your body, your legs begin to shake, making it hard to hold up your weight when your knees have already grown so weak that you fall onto his chest.

“Jungkook, I”—a gasp stops you from speaking, but you hold on still until you can talk again, ”I don’t think I can do it. My legs won’t listen to me.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbles with his low chuckle. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he says as he kisses the top of your head and gently rubs your waist, while you suddenly feel warm in the chest after hearing him speak.

It’s those words again.

The same words that he has always said to you and to have you place all of your faith in him. The words which seem to act like an enchantment whenever he speaks them to you, because it helps you to give yourself completely to him and to the moment you are sharing together.

You lift yourself up slightly to look at his face and smile. “I know you do,” you whisper to him. “You always do.”

Jungkook returns your smile with a grin, and in a blink of an eye, you find yourself being flipped to your back with Jungkook hovering above you. “Hang on to me one last time, baby,” he says. “We’ll go slow”—he says with a kiss, “And this’ll be a short one. But I’ll make sure to make it sweet for you.”

His words draw a smile to your face, which fades as your mouth falls open to a moan when he suddenly thrusts back into you. Seems like the short break that the two of you just took had been more than enough to give him a chance to regain his energy, and he continues moving, starting slow during his first couple of strokes, until your fingers find his skin and you clench tightly onto him to hold on.

“Keep going—” you start chanting between your moans, as now that the soreness and displeasure you felt in your body are long gone, there is nothing that you want more but to have him take you to another ride until you are crying in pleasure. It wouldn’t take so long for him to be able to give it to you this time when your body can feel everything, with your muscles still so sensitive that the spasms of your climax are coming back alive so rapidly with just a few thrusts.

Jungkook listens, and immediately picks up his pace, continuing where he left off while keeping watch on you the entire time. Always with a concerned look appearing in his eyes and his sharp attention fully on you, unwilling to miss any single sign of discomfort coming out of you. Though he really has nothing to worry about. Not when the only thing that exists is the piercing pleasure running through your body, as his forceful strokes are taking you so high in bliss, triggering a powerful orgasm that is rising so quickly inside you like a tidal wave, so much so that you are simply allowing yourself to fall into it with a scream erupting out of you.

“You feel so good, Jungkook. So perfect,” you cry out to him between your moans.

Those words seem to spark something primal in him, and he drives into you with a fierce thrust, his body shuddering and his eyes blinking closed for a second before he opens them to lock his gaze with yours. “You feel so hot, baby. So tight,” he moans, before he carefully lifts your legs onto his shoulders, putting you into a position where you are most vulnerable. This position also allows him to go deeper into you than anyone has ever been, and it feels glorious, if not for the fact you also feel like you are melting under the heat of his ministrations.

His eyes never leave yours as he presses the pad of his thumb right on your clit, all while keeping up the relentless pace of his rocking even as you shudder fiercely under his touch. Soon enough, you are coming again before you even have the chance to completely recuperate from the last time he sent you to climax. As you tremble roughly in your release, he is right there with you, falling into his own release with a deep groan that starts from deep inside him.

Thrusting deeply, he throws his head back, his eyes are closed and his jaw is tense as he comes. You keep your eyes open the entire time to see it. You have never once seen anything that is more magnificent than the sight of him being so lost in passion like this. How he seems so lost in you. You can only admire silently how he is succumbing to his release with utter pleasure written all over his face, and it gives you nothing else but pride knowing that you are the one doing this to him.

It takes a while for both of you to come down from your climax this time, with both of your energies drained and your bodies spent that it almost feels like the shuddering bliss will never fade away.

Once Jungkook seems to have recovered quite well, he opens his eyes and slowly releases your legs. Both of them are still quivering in the aftermath of your release, but he is gentle and careful as he lowers them to the bed. He makes no move to slip away, so you wrap your arms around him and hold him close to you while you are breathing heavily, struggling to catch your breath. He stays buried inside you as you both pulse with the aftershocks coming from your climax. With a deep sigh, Jungkook nuzzles his face in the nook of your neck, a subtle move which feels so intimate it draws your heartbeat to pound faster. His heavy breathing falling against your skin sets off goosebumps rising through your body, your nipples tightening against his chest, and the spasms of your climax growing a bit more intense between your legs.

Jungkook’s hips suddenly twitch and he groans against your skin. “Do it again.”

Still breathless, and your mind feels foggy with pleasure, you can only hum in return. “Hmmm? What did I do?”

“Your pussy—” he moans softly. “Tighten your pussy around my cock.”

Surprised to hear his filthy words when he sounds quite exhausted and while you are embracing one another, a gasp slips from you. But it is barely surprising just how much it is turning you on to hear it. Taking pleasure in seeing his reaction, you do exactly what he says, giving him what he wants as you flex and tighten your muscles around him.

“Fuck—” he groans, and you can instantly feel as if you are completely full when he grows hard inside you. As if you are both sharing the same mind, and your bodies have become one, he is suddenly moving again, his hips rocking in small increments and in the same rhythm as the pulses that are forming deep down below. And with each rock of his hips, your desire comes to wake, making you burn with the need to have him pounding into you again.

“Fuck me, Jungkook. Take me again,” you begin pleading with him when you feel him holding back.

You are completely sore, and your body has barely recovered from your previous climax, but you just cannot fight the need when you are already there. Once again, you tighten your internal muscles around him, knowing that it drives him crazy. It draws a low groan out of his lips, cursing under his breath as he starts to move again, starting with small thrusts, knowing that you would be sore.

But then you do it again, clenching your muscles around him so he knows how much you want him. When the first pulse of your pleasure flutters around his cock, he completely forgets about wanting to go slow and careful and begins to pound into you the way you need him to. Wild and unfettered, enough to knock the air right out of your chest that you can only release a series of breathless moans as you take in everything.

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders, Jungkook holds you up against his chest and reaches down with his other hand to grasp your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he pumps in and out of you in a series of sloppy thrusts. Then he bends down, his mouth taking claim of your nipple, sucking on it before biting it hard, sparking your orgasm instantly that makes you convulse wildly in his hold.

He thrusts into you deeply, pushing hard into your depth as he comes to his climax. Though the shared orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the previous one, it still feels magical, when you can feel each throb and every pulse happening from both of your bodies, as if you are completely joined together.

Exhausted and sated, Jungkook sags down against your body, before bringing you down with him as he falls onto the bed. Holding you in his arms, Jungkook keeps breathing heavily as his whole body continues to rock and shudder in the aftermath of his climax, until you feel him slowly coming down from his high with you slipping into a sense of tranquillity while you are melting into his embrace.

—Jungkook—

For a while, we simply stay where we are, neither of us has any intention to move. We just lie in my bed, arms wrapped around each other, still joined as we pulse with the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Is that really what we are going to call it?

What we had was so perfect that I still feel as if I’m dreaming. But the way her body seems to merge into mine feels so right, and so real. Just as real as my heartbeat which is still pounding rapidly in my chest. We continue to lie still against one another until she subtly shifts beneath me, moaning in discomfort under my weight. Reluctantly, I push myself up and slowly pull out of her, but not without kissing her neck and jaw to distract her from it. By the time I am freed from her clutch, I capture her lips, swallowing the sigh that she continues making in her contentment.

She lies sideways when I drop right next to her, unable to look away from her face. Seeing her like this, with the afterglow of our rigorous lovemaking that brings a sense of warmth in my chest knowing that I am the one who brought it out of her, a sudden rush overcomes me, and I am filled with fear that she would suddenly step out of my life forever when I want her with me always.

“I can’t get enough of you,” the words come out of my lips through a whisper before I can stop myself, and it seems to bring quite an effect on her when her eyes grow wide for a moment before she looks at me with a bashful smile. That shy smile has always managed to sweep me off of my feet without her realising it. “I mean it,” I say to her before she says a thing. “I think you may have succeeded to cast a spell on me. All you have to do is give me one look, speak one word to me, and I am on my knees to give you everything you need.”

Her eyes flutter to close briefly as she gives me a lazy smile. “After what we’ve done? All of that? It would be a lie to say that I don’t believe you.”

Her comment makes me laugh. It does seem inconceivable that we were able to go for so long. Even when it felt like we needed a break, our bodies kept giving in so easily to our desire that we just kept on going. And going. Perhaps, if neither of us had no need for air and our bodies were not burning with sweat and fatigue, we would still be going at it right about now.

Merely recalling our passionate tryst is easy to draw my attention back to her, and my eyes begin trailing down her body. That afterglow of her pleasure seems to be calling for me, and she is indeed quite an astonishing sight to see. Her skin, covered in the sheer glow of her sweat and heat, continues to draw me in. I cannot resist the urge to touch her, and I soon find myself caressing her gently with the tip of my fingers.

I slide my fingers down to her waist, then her hips, and my eyes fall on her parted legs, still quivering slightly after I thoroughly made love to her while pouring all of my desire. But what draws my attention is what appears between them—her pussy that still seems wet and swollen at the folds, and the sight of my cum leaking out of her.

The sheets may have grown soiled with our sweat and the evidence of our rough lovemaking now dropping from her center, yet I could care less about any of it. The way my white cum is flooding out of her draws some kind of pull on me. A possessiveness that is taking control over me that I just want to reach out and touch her there.

And that is exactly what I do next.

Using the tips of my fingers, I gently trace her hot skin, right around her folds. She twitches slightly under my touch, yet she doesn’t move or push my hand away from her. My eyes remain on the mess between her legs as I gather the cum that keeps leaking out of her, rubbing the slickness around her skin before I gently push them back into her sweet folds. A soft gasp comes out of her lips when I touch her where she is still throbbing and still so sensitive, yet I cannot get myself to stop. On instinct, I push my cum back inside her, while my thumb finds her clit, drawing out her strained cry, while my gentle touch draws out whatever may still remain in her depth after her intense climax. The moment her legs begin to quiver, and the sound of her gasp reaches me, that is when I finally stop, suddenly afraid that she may have grown overly sensitive that my touch would only hurt her.

“Jungkook—” she whines when I pull away. I am still in limbo, my mind feels foggy with how fierce the desire I have for her is taking over me that I barely notice it when she grips my wrist, stopping me from pulling my hand away completely.

With her hooded eyes on me, she brings my hand to her lips, and she begins licking my soiled fingers, tasting the mixture of my release and hers which I have gathered from her pussy.

Seeing her like this, to watch her giving in to her carnal need as she is licking my fingers clean with soft moans coming out of her, and with her eyes never looking away from me, it brings out the emotions which have been building inside me, making it stronger, causing my heartbeat to start pumping so hard in my chest. Then, as she leans closer to me, sighing softly while moaning my name, that feeling grows so intense inside me that I almost feel like it is going to burst right out of my chest.

Unable to resist it any longer, I take her in my arms and kiss her with everything that I have in me. There is something akin to a dark passion that appears so rampant brewing inside my chest, a deep need to touch and feel her and to never let go. At first, I had thought that this fire in me would just die down once I made love to her, once I find out how glorious it is to feel myself buried inside her heat and feel her coming around me, but I was proven wrong. Instead, it just keeps on growing and multiplying into a new decree. It has been rising so rapidly ever since she agreed to join me and revealed to me her true desire at the club’s events, and it is now becoming stronger that we are finally together.

I could only hope that she feels the same way.

The curiosity I have about her feelings and the desire to make her mine are clawing at me the more she leans into me that I can no longer hold myself from asking, “Will it be possible for us to see if there is something that exists here between us more than just hormones?”

“What?” she softly asks me as she pulls away so she can look at me. “What are you saying?”

Seeing the way she is looking at me, I suddenly feel like I want to punch my own face for being so blunt, and for doing it so abruptly. But at the same time, I find no remorse for bringing this up right now when she is looking at me with intrigue and curiosity in her eyes instead of apprehension. It should be giving me hope that she appears to be considering it, yet the doubtful feeling that has been haunting me keeps poking at me, making me question if this is truly the right time for us to be talking about something like this.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t be talking about this when our brains are completely fried and we’re in terrible need of some sleep,” I try to change the topic and make her forget about my random question with a nervous chuckle, yet she doesn’t seem to buy it.

I can tell that she can see my self-doubt when she reaches up and places her palms on my cheeks, denying me the chance to look away or to take back what I was trying to ask her. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says, and her words encourage me to finally tell her the whole truth. I shift on the bed and prop myself up on my elbow so I can speak to her more properly while looking at her.

“I want to be honest with you. I feel like I need to—after everything we’ve shared,” I begin, feeling quite unsure at first until I look at her in the eyes and gain more confidence to continue, “I’m not sure if it’s just me, and I have a feeling that you share this with me even if you haven’t truly realised it yet. But after sharing all of these—moments, between us. All the intimate sessions we had either with the club or when it was just the two of us, the little dates we had, the fun experiments that we tried together—”

Her smile appears just then, drawing my own to grow knowing that she is recalling all of those moments as I mention them, and I continue on, “What I’ve learned from them so far is how good we have been together, both in sharing our passion, even the darkest ones that we’ve never shared anyone else before, and also in sharing our thoughts with each other. I feel like I can always be myself when I am with you, without worrying about hiding my faults and flaws and disappointing you by showing my true self. On the other hand—” I cannot hold back from touching her, and I reach out to brush my thumb across her cheek, “—you have made me feel like the luckiest bastard alive with how open you have been with me about sharing all of this. I’ve been growing greedy, to be honest, and I hate thinking about you doing the same thing with anyone else.”

I am not entirely sure how she would feel as I reveal this to her. The only thing that I can hope for is that I don’t sound too creepy for revealing how badly I want her to be with me only. Yet she still looks at me the same way. In fact, she now has a soft smile on her face that has been growing more visible as she patiently listens to my confessions.

“All I’m saying is—” I carefully add when she remains quiet, “I really want us to continue what we’ve been doing together, except I only want to keep this between the two of us, and hopefully, we can find something else, something that is beyond our need and what our hormones are telling us to find when we’re together.”

I have my palm gently pressing on her cheek right this moment and she reaches up to it, placing her hand above mine when she asks me, “Is that really what you want?”

“It is,” I answer with a sigh. “To tell you the truth, it’s been killing me how much I wanted to tell you how I feel. This is really new to me, as I’ve never—even once—felt this way before. I’ve never wanted something so badly before. Never once I’ve wanted someone more in my life the way I want it with you.”

Her eyes grow clearer as she listens to me admitting this, while at the same time, her gaze grows softer. There is a subtle twitch on the corner of her lips which tells me that she is holding back her smile, which is making me feel more hopeful. Once again, I find myself being encouraged to say more, to lay myself bare right in front of her so she can see everything—what my heart desires the most, aside from the carnal need that I have so openly shared with her.

“The first time I kissed you? I’ve never felt my body coming awake like it did right that moment. I guess I can say that it was at that moment I knew,” I say to her as I remember the first time I kissed her lips, when my whole body lighted up as if I had been asleep for a long time and she was bringing me back to life again. As she hears this confession of mine, her bashful smile appears on her face, and she tries to hide the warmth growing on her cheek by lowering her face. But I refuse to let her as I tilt her chin up, making her see my smile.

“Jungkook, I—” she begins to speak, and I can almost see her mind going a mile a minute as she seems to be thinking deeply about this. It is hard to read her when she is like this, and I suddenly feel deeply worried that I might have been pushing it too soon, and I might be scaring her for wanting more.

But she surprises me yet again when she suddenly snatches me down. With her arms around my neck, she pulls me to her until I am almost back on top of her, and then she steals a kiss, one that is so gentle I barely feel it, yet it is enough to make me feel warm in the chest. “I’m sorry, but I feel a bit overwhelmed right now that I have no idea what to say.”

I can’t help but smile hearing this, especially when she softly sighs into the kiss when she presses her lips onto mine, and she relaxes against me instead of growing tense. “No pressure, baby. I’m so sorry for throwing this on you so soon. It’s totally up to you. I can go at your pace if you want to. Only if you want to,” I whisper to her, and when I can no longer resist her charm, I lean down, dropping soft open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Her breath hitches for a touch, and I can feel her body shivering under each touch of my lips and each teasing lick of my tongue on her skin, which only encourages me to give her more. “Whatever you want, baby. Anything. Whenever you want it.”

“I want—” she begins to answer me with a gasp, and I reluctantly pull back, just to give her a chance to gain a clear sound of mind to give me an answer.

“Tell me,” I say to her with a whisper, and I watch as her eyes are fluttering open, and she looks at me with a softness in her gaze that makes me want to hold her tight in my arms.

“I want it. I want it all,” she finally says, and my heartbeat starts picking up, while I am overcome with relief. Especially when she quickly adds, “You’re right. I feel it too, and I want to have more with you. I want to experience more things, and maybe see where this is heading.”

“How much more?” I ask her with a soft voice, while I am already leaning in to kiss her.

“Everything. As long as I’m with you.” She stops just before I get to kiss her lips, when she suddenly pouts at me. “I also hate thinking about you doing these things with someone else.”

Just as she says those words, I can feel my heart soaring through the sky, pure relief and joy overcome my entire soul for knowing that she feels the same way as I do, and for knowing that I am not crazy for seeing the subtle signs that she has been giving me about her true feelings.

When I take her in my arms again, that feeling of relief overflows the sweet kiss that we share. Her hands move from my shoulders, then down to my chest, undoubtedly feeling my steady heartbeat as she presses her palms over it before moving up to cup my face. I tilt my head as our kiss deepens and our tongues dance together. We kiss until we are breathless, pulling away briefly only to take a quick breath though our lips are still pressing against each other’s skin, neither of us wanting to break apart, then we dive back again for another, yet much gentler kiss.

Once we are done, the burning desire we felt and had been sated through our heated lovemaking comes back only with a gentle flutter. It comes to us like a calming wave, and what overcomes me next is a new sensation that stirs my entire soul. If I had thought I have been alive this entire time, I was completely wrong. As I watch her as she embraces this feeling with a sigh, I know that she is feeling it too. Our gazes meet each other, and we look at one another with a smile.

Seems like there is something real that has existed between us this entire time, after all. We have just been too blinded by our wicked hormones to see it.

Author's Note | Thank you for reading, and thank you for being so patient with me. It has been a long ride with this story and I have a ton of things to say to everyone who has been loving and supporting me until this day. An epilogue and an afterword is coming. Until then, please leave a like and comment to let me know what you think about this update. See you soon!

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Hello! How are you?

I was wondering if you could write a spn preference with each boy's love language.

Love Language (SPN pref!)

a/n: hi anon! i’m doing okay <3 i hope you enjoy this, sweetheart <33

warnings: nothing? one mention of the nickname “princess” in deans part <3

Dean:

physical touch for sure

i don’t care what anyone says i’ll fight you if you disagree

dean was a little hesitant to get close to you at first

but once he could tell you were comfortable he went with it

always has an arm around you

constantly touching you

dean makes you his passenger princess

hand on your thigh while he drives

when you guys walk around town he’s got a hand in your back pocket

he just loves to hold you

but he also loves to be held

PLEASE let him be the little spoon sometimes

he’ll fight you on it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weak but he’ll literally melt into you

loves hugging you

gives you so many forehead and cheek kisses it’s crazy

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Sam:

Sam is a quality time guy

he’s researching and you’re laying your head in his lap or sitting on his lap with your head on his chest

the happiest man ever

what a cutie

he loves being around you

showers together bc it ‘saves water’ when he really dosent want to leave you

always being near you on hunts and helping you patch up afterwards

sleeping and cuddling near you

he just wants to spend lots of time with you

he loves you so much

he gives you massages and reads to you :(((

—

Castiel:

cas gives you gifts

but they’re not gifts like a beautiful pearl necklace or a bright shiny ring

they’re deeper

he buys you pins and stuff because he thinks that they remind him of you

he’ll find a bottle cap on the ground and show it to you and give it to you

he’ll make you food and give it to you

“it was made with love.”

“i can tell, cas. thank you.”

he gives you rocks too!

“this one is very smooth.”

“this one is the color of your eyes.”

he’s so sweet

he draws you pictures of you and him as stick figures :( that’s so cute

he buys you clothes too

“this shirt would compliment your skin tone.”

—

Crowley:

words of affirmation‼️‼️‼️

he just likes to be told that he’s good and loved and he likes to tell you that in return

“i love you, darling.”

“i love you too, crowley. but you’ve said it fifteen times already.”

“i cant help my love.”

you walk in wearing a new outfit!!

he is looking at you GOBSMACKED

“y/n. you look absolutely ravishing.”

he just loves you so much

please tell him you love him a lot

“crowley, you’re so pretty.”

“you think so?”

he calls you a ton of pet names and compliments you every day

“you’re ethereal.”

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