Friends? pt 3
Female!Reader x Dean Winchester
+18! contains smut
lmk if you guys want a pt 4!
He must've had the same thought of realization because in that moment we both held and pulled at eachother like we were ravenous. His hands running from the sides of my face to through my hair slightly pulling it. His lips were hot and wet against my own moving in perfect synchronicity.
His hands start to feel adventurous. Making their way from my hair to my chest feeling and playing to his heart's content. Something he has always dreamed about but was never able to do until now. He quickly undressed me from my shirt and bra. His mouth followed closely behind his hands leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft bites, his eyes never leaving my face which was currently contorted and thrown back in pleasure. Desperately gasping and moaning for air.
He takes my left breast into his mouth while making sure the other doesn't feel neglected with his hands. He was working magic before my very eyes and all i could do was softly moan his name and keep his hair in my hands to assure this feeling can't go anywhere. He's groaning as well, not being able to think or know anything right now other than me and my body. He's almost shaking with lust.
“Dean..” I moaned softly, getting his attention.
He looked at me, eyes dark with sex and lust, anticipating and craving what i'm going to say next. Except i couldn't say anything, all i could think about was flipping us both so i was on top and his beautiful body was beneath me.
So that's exactly what I did. I looked down at him from our new position taking in every detail that I could while he looked at me like I was everything he needed. I can feel now just how true that is, as I'm straddling his waist his hard dick is pressed right where I want him right now. His hand is on my waist admiring my half naked body waiting for my next move.
I reconnect our lips, we’re both moaning heavily into the kiss. He lifts himself slightly off the bed so I could get his shirt off as fast as possible. I start trailing wet kisses down his chest all the way to his waistband, his hands catching any hair that may block him from having a full view of what I was about to do.
I slowly start at the button on his worn down jeans pulling the zipper down after getting it undone. I can feel his eyes burning into me and he’s flinching at any close contact, almost unable to control himself from taking them off himself and fucking the life out of me.
Before he can get the chance to do that I start pulling his jeans and boxers down. Freeing his already fully hard dick from the restraint of his boxers. I was amazed, I had never been with someone so big before, but of course I don't know why I would be shocked.
I take him into my hands looking into his green eyes innocently before he throws his head back with a groan.
“Fuck” was all he could manage in this moment.
When he met my eyes again they told me everything he was needing and thinking right now. I slowly lick a stripe all the way from the base to the tip earning several moans from Dean. His eyes were trained on me almost as if he couldn't look away. I took him as fully into my mouth as I could, gagging slightly from his size. I start bobbing my head on his dick making sure that he feels the same magic that I was just a moment ago. He start squirting gripping at the sheets my hair and anything he could get his hands on
Suddenly but still with a hint of softness and love he grabs my chin and pulls my face to his. Our foreheads pressed together, both of us catching a breath of much needed air, breathing into each other's gaze. Lips glistening with saliva, faces flushed, and breathing heavy. We've never looked more beautiful together I'm sure of it.
“I couldn't last much longer with you doing that” he lets out breathlessly “it's my turn now” he continues with a smirk and brow raise.
I laugh as he flips us once again. He's back on top and taking my pants off like his life depending on it. He stopped briefly after sliding my underwear off delicately down my legs and throwing them off the bed to admire his masterpiece before him. He softly smiled taking in every curve, scar, freckle…everything.
Our lips meet again but this time softer, slower. He was savoring this and honestly so was I. He was between my legs. We were slowly moving with each other, our chests grazing each others or lips never not connected, his hands never leaving my body. He moves one of his hands down my body and then to his own, he has himself in his hand when he slowly glides himself into me. Our mouths drop in unison.
“Oh my g-” he tries to get out
“You feel amazing” he groans and lifts himself slightly so he can start thrusting.
First slowly, letting me get my bearings and then as if he can't control it anymore he starts going hard and deep. We're both a mess of moans, heat, sweat and lust. His hair disheveled from my hands, relentlessly running through and grasping at it. Then I start to feel it, I'm choking for air, I'm doing everything to keep my eyes from screwing themselves shut.
“Dean…you’re amazing…th-this feels amazing” you moan and sing praise to him which furthers him more on his mission to make me feel better than I've ever felt. He’s picking up speed, it's desperate, filled with groans and moans.
“Baby… i'm almost there” he struggles to grunt out.
Then it happens, I feel him coming undone inside me. He pulls out slowly as if he never wanted to leave and goes to roll to be on his back. Rolling with me so that I'm laid up on his chest. I don't know if ive ever seen him this smiley and giggly. It's very clear he's proud of himself and he has every reason to be.
“That .. was.. awesome” he says, still trying to catch his breath, chuckling slightly in disbelief.
I didn't know it yet and Dean was playing it cool but it was undeniable. We were something real, something committed, something romantic… we were falling in love…
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