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When the post smut clarity hits and you realize that youâre just a pervert
âCaught You Boy.â
MDNI. Puppy Hybrid! Leon was clingy, and hated being away from you. While you were showering, he decided heâd like to join you!
tags: fem reader, switch! leon, breeding kink, shower p in v, knotting, dirty talking, mentions of lactation kink.
The thing about Leon is that he was clingy. You couldâve sworn he had separation anxiety, or something that made him want to be up under you all the time. He would crawl into your bed, (even though he had his own.) Or lay in your lap while you tried to relax. At dinner, heâd be at your feet rather than the table.
One evening when you thought you were having some alone time in the shower, Leon would be entertaining himself one way or another while you bathed. On that particular day, he noticed you didnât lock the doorâand took advantage of that.
Sam Winchester x fem!reader
Includes: fluff? Smut? not quite sure lol, No PiV, sub!sam, lots of kissing, this is so short sorry
God how you loved that pathetic look in his eyes, the look heâs got on his face right now is everything to you. Itâs not only the look in his eyes, itâs how needy he looks up at you from his kneeling position on the floor, desperate for any touch or praise of yours.
You reach out for his face and cup up with your warm and soft hand. He almost nuzzles into your hand and drinks the warmth of your body up. Sam takes your hand and starts placing kisses all over your palm, not on the back of your hand like a prince would but onto the more sensitive skin of the inner side of your hand.
He quick to travel up your arm until he gets up to kiss your neck, placing hot open mouthed kisses all over it. Heâs so desperate while letting his fingers glide under your shirt to take it off and throw it mindlessly on the bed behind you.
His eyes are on your face almost the entire time, even when he opens your bra for you to get a glance of your perfect boobs. While placing more and more kisses all over your chest he kneads the soft flesh of your tits.
Your go thru his hair with your hand, loosely tugging at the brown strands, not to pull him back but to stay in control in some way. Because even tho he could be in control physically if he wanted to you got him wrapped right around your finger.
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x reader fic !Not proofread, might make changes later! MDNI!
Ben had ran the both of you a warm bath. He wrapped his big arms around your body while lighting a cigarette. The humidity in the bathroom along with the stench of cigarettes was almost intoxicating. The heat radiating from his body makes you feel comforted and slightly turned on. You lean your head back, landing it on his shoulder.
âYou enjoying this doll?â. You look at him and nod. You have always felt comforted around his presence but tonight, it was different. It was almost like you knew Ben had a trick up his sleeve. You inch your body a bit closer to him, feeling your skin against his. Almost begging for him to get a stiffy. And so he does. You start to rub his cock with your ass, hearing his groans and whimpers. He holds his cigarette in his mouth and places his hands on your hips and guides you to keep grinding.
Eventually He lifts you up with his hands and sticks his cock right in your soft little cunt. Your skin wraps around his, almost like it was made just for him. He continues to guide you with his hands, making sure heâs hitting every spot inside of you. You let out little whimpers, letting him know that youâre enjoying it as much as he is. You keep riding, letting his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. His warm hands gripping on your ass, spreading it open. You ride faster, harder, making him groan. âgod, i love when you do that babyâ. He whispers in your ear. He puts out his cigarette and guides you once again, humping up into your throbbing pussy. You both reach climax, his warm cum fills you up, spilling out into the bath water. The loud groan he let out made you want to do it again.
A/N: I was lowk considering making it longer but i might do a part two đĽš
Ok so. I may have been sitting with this for too long
DeanâŚ
You know he's fucking got extra sperm⌠that man is built like a fucking god.. I just can't shake the feeling that if he was hell-bent in getting you pregnant (both consenting ofc) then he would. And he would pump so much into you..
requests open!!
pairing : dean winchester x reader
summary : dean has the craving to impregnate you , even if he tires you out round after round.
warnings : mdni , 18+ , est. relationship , pregnancy/breeding kink , p in v , smut , dirty talk , mommy kink (?? u decide).
615 words
ily for this , wish he was the breedable one sometimes đŤŚ
in the shared space that was deanâs bedroom, it felt even smaller and more cramped than usual due to the strong arms that were planted on each side of your head, caging you in. your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as his hips pistoned into your own, your hair getting tangled between his fingers with each deep thrust.
you two had been at it for an hour or so, ever since he got back from a hunt with sam. he came straight to the bedroom where he knew you were and bent you over the edge of the bed, ripping your pants down alongside your damp panties. as of lately, every night ended with you being fucked stupid and stuffed full of his seed that dripped out of your tired entrance. but obviously, he shoved it back inside of you, never letting a single drop go to waste.
heâd been hellbent on having sex raw, even going as far as to throw away all condoms he kept in his bedside drawer, and insisted on not pulling out. besides the few times you gave him a blowjob and heâd paint your face white, his cum was shooting deep inside of you and making home. sometimes heâd even shove a plug in the tight hole of your cunt just so nothing was spilling.
"fuck, sweetheart.. gonna pump you full âtil your round with my kid." he spoke during grunts, the headboard still creaking despite the pillow behind it to stop it from slamming against the wall, his body leaning over yours to hit a deeper angle. his hands slid down from beside your head to grab your calves, lifting your legs so they were slung over his shoulders, the tip of his cock assaulting your cervix as his hips quickened the pace somehow.
your moans were drowned out by his lips suddenly crashing against yours, tongues swirling and teeth clattering against eachothers. "so tight, all for me." his mouth left yours only to drag down your chest, tongue flicking at your perk nipples before he wrapped his lips around one, his hand kneading the other one to give his favorite girls the attention they deserved. "canât wait for these to get swole, dripping with milk." his hips stuttered at the delicious sob you let out at his words, your hands clutching the sheets.
"youâd like that, huh? youâd like me to make you a mommy?" his pace began slipping and becoming sloppy as he felt his balls tighten and that feeling flutter in his stomach. "gonna cum, baby, gonna fill you to the brim." when your walls tightened around his cock and you reached your own climax, legs twitching around his neck and back arching off the bed, he gave a final deep thrust before emptying his load inside of you, his mouth detaching from your breast as his head tilted back.
it took a few moments until the ropes stopped and his cock began softening inside of you, his forehead resting on your collarbone with heavy pants coming from his lips. but, of course, since he had his mind set on giving you his baby, two rounds was obviously not enough (youâd already had a round prior), and his hips slowly started up again and he was hardening inside of you.
"did so good for me, sweetheart. i know youâre tired, but please. one more, i promise."
he definitely broke his promise that night, as it took a few more hours until sam could finally take off his headphones and not be met with the sounds of his favorite people planning to make him an uncle.
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summary: while helping you clean your room, dean gets distracted by your lip balm collection and uses it as an excuse to kiss you over and over
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You were in your room in the bunker, trying to organize the small disaster your room had slowly become over the last couple weeks.
Clothes were scattered around, the laundry basket was half full, and your bedside counter was full with makeup, skincare, hair ties, perfumes, and random little things that somehow always accumulated there.
Dean was "helping", though mostly he just wanted to be in your space.
While you organized the mess on your bedside table, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, helping with your clean clothes, though his version of folding laundry involved a lot of "inspections"
ŕź*ÂˇË â Double Trouble
sam winchester x reader x dean winchester poly drabble. (no wincest.)
Your relationship with the winchesters would probably be frowned upon by outsiders. Two brothers, in love with the same woman and a woman in love with two brothers. It wasn't exactly the most normal affair, but none of you were complaining. Ever since getting together with the two, you'd never been happier, and it definitely showed.
Like now, all three of you cuddled up on the pull-out couch of a slightly more comfortable than usual motel, an old movie of Dean's choice playing on the TV that had probably seen better days. A slice of unfinished pie sat on the coffee table as the sound of the two boys snoring filled the room. Today should've been easy, tying loose ends of a week long hunt and burning the creature, but it proved to be more tiring than expected. You'd suggested a movie, and Dean was the first to pass out, Sam following a good ten minutes after. Now you found yourself in the middle of a winchester sandwich, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
a/n: let me know if you guys liked this, and i might follow up with a few more parts !! it was pretty short but i hope it was a nice read anyway
in rut puppy!dean being so desperate and just using reader as a toyđ
Also, ive been an anon a couple times, and ive noticed other anons becoming emoji anons so i was wondering if i could too?(đď¸anon?)
omg hello!! i have a little anon crew this is so cute welcome đď¸!!!
puppy!dean is always desperate like lets be so honest. when heâs really really needy he literally will trap you under his body weight so you canât do anywhere. you become his own little pocket pussy until heâs satisfied. that can be a few hours to the next day.
dean likes to wrestle with you first. he turns in bed, rubs himself all over you until you writhe and kick. âdean, stop that!â you exclaim, rubbing your face. his tail tickles your legs, his teeth begin grazing your arm, sharp and slimy. he whines softly at the contact. you kick again, this time at his knee. âwhatever you want youâre not getting from me, so get off.â
it goes like that for a while. a lot of tossing, a lot of turning until youâre both playing tug of war with each otherâs limbs. you push, he pulls. he always wins.
he rolls over you as you kick and yell, a wide smile on his face when he finally gets what he wants: you on your stomach, lying flat down as he pins you by the arms and legs. you can hear his breathing heavy in your ear, his cock heavier. it throbs at your ass, pulses between layers of fabric. âneed it,â he gasps, grinding himself into you. you groan, kick once more but to no avail.
honestly, his favorite part of this ritual is fighting with you. he loves when he struggles to peel your panties to the side, sticky fabric getting in the way of one of his favorite parts of your body. his tail wags at the sweet smell coming into his nose. it makes him want to cum already. he digs his nails into your flesh, it hurts terribly but youâre so ready for it, body already pulsing for him.
he gets right to work. pulls his cock out the pocket of his boxers, rubs against your cunt and lathers himself. his knot feels bigger than it actually is mostly because itâs throbbing. he reels his hips back, manages to wiggle his tip into your cunt and pushes in without a second thought. he bottoms out immediately, toes curling and whining into your neck. your hands grab at the sheets and feet kick, fingers trembling from the depth. everything feels so deep when you lay like this, worsened by his whole body on yours.
deanâs a growler. he rumbles in your ear, barks every so often when he ruts inside of you and the fat of your ass pushing into him.
âtake it,â he blubbers, grabbing at your elbows and squeezing tightly above your head. he uses it as leverage. you moan deeply, eyes squeezing shut and hips pushing back into him. his heart beats wildly against his ribcage, against your back, his knot inside you does the same. it makes you feel alive. âfuck, fuck, youâre so deep!â you exclaim. you feel your voice crack but you donât care, saliva dribbles out of your mouth. dean rubs his head against your hair, cheek pressed into frizzy strands. youâre sure it smells like more than just sex in here.
when he cums he keeps going, ignores the sensitivity and his nerves telling him to stop, the swelling of his knot, and keeps fucking going. he cums again prematurely because of it, makes you yelp and gasp. you feel tense but you physically canât.
dean takes care of you even though you donât get to go anywhere. heâll lay on his side, spoon you, rock into you gently with a hand on your stomach. he murmurs sweet nothings, kisses your cheek and your shoulders. when his knot decompresses heâs right back to where he started though, hugs you tight to his body and fucks into you until he cums again and again. you love him so much, but sometimes you wonder if he should tone it down or see a doctor..
could I request convincing sub!dean to let reader play with his nipples and heâll deny he even feels anything cuz âguyâs chests arenât sensitive like thatâ as heâs bucking his hips cuz fuck it really does feel that good for him 𤤠idc if itâs not realistic nipple stimulation with Dean hnggghh
x fem reader ŕ¨ŕ§ Ö´ ࣪ â dean winchester on the issue of nipple play
character featured. dean winchester.á + sub.á dean rating: mature.á
deny and deny and then deny again, but if someone has proof against your statement: then the previous is to no use. that's what Dean is learning tonight.
requesting rules. masterlist.
ouu you think when puppy Sammyâs in heat he clings and whimpers to reader :((?? Early seasons sammy especially heâs just so sweet and gentle and probably apologizes for losing control as he has his way with u đ
i think every season puppy!sam (except s6 soulless sam) does this, especially after his soulless era he becomes so afraid to hurt you and push you all over again. awww so cute!
he holds you really tight in missionary, kisses all over you. your nails will glide against his back and thatâs really the best part for him because he really does feel all of you. your hot breaths and how they hitch whenever he slides his knot inside of you. he does the same, ears pinned back and tail wagging as he fucks into you. he licks your neck, your cheeks, inside of your ears.
if he thinks youâre too tense heâll sit up, look at you and smile, even though itâs slightly strained from how badly he wants to keep going. he feels warm, sweating more than usual. âare you okay?â he says softly, hand finding its way to your face and petting you. you nod, teary eyed and blubbering. heâs really deep inside, a soft bulge forming as he fully pushes himself into you. his cock is a little bigger than usual, maybe thicker from his rut cycle amping his body. âmâokay. just a lot.â you whisper, closing your eyes as he wipes your eyes. that kind of makes his heart melt, how you cry so easily just from him inside you. âyeah? want me to pull out?â you shake your head, leaning into him. âno, please donât.â
so he doesnât. he snakes his arms around your waist, hugs you and buries his face into your neck, your breasts, under your chin. very skin-to-skin. youâre both kind of slipping and sliding, sweat slick like oil in a pan. it does help him move faster though, knees being the only anchor between your bodies and the bed.
his tip hits your cervical opening every time to the point it gets sore, but itâs that good sore like licking a rusty penny or pressing onto a bruise. with no signal to stop he just chases his own release, his large hands squeezing your ribcage in a way that could break you. he bares his teeth, you know it because you can feel the smoothness and sharpness nicking at your sternum. if he accidentally cuts your skin, he licks the redness and kisses it without breaking his rhythm.
he tries not to thrust too hard when he cums though. he kisses up your neck, lips trembling and head spinning from how ready he is, balls pulsing and knot swelling up already.
ân-need to cumâ gonna cum.â he babbles, rubbing his face against yours. you nod, hands squeezing his shoulder blades. âmâsorry, so rough today. donât mean it, just need it,â he moans, kissing your cheek. his voice is, uncharacteristically, very low, not even a whisper, as he cums inside you. you groan and clench your hands, turning your head and sobbing from the sudden stretch.
sam sits up as soon as he feels regulated, watches your scrunched little face and spreads his hand over your stomach. âyouâre okay?â he asks, squeezing your hip. you nod languidly, toes and feet arching lightly. âokay, baby. go to bed. iâll take us to the shower.â
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping like w a kiss???, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon đŠ he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys đ
Lowkey Sam get hits with a curse and just craves the reader. Like eating her out over and over again type shit and rambling/dirty talk how long he's wanted the reader and how in love he is with her đđ
like cake â sam winchester
18+ only â mdni sorry
pairing: older!sam winchester x f!reader
warnings: legal age gap, jerking off, fingering, cursing, smut, oral, fem receiving, love confessions
authors note: i wanted older sam for this idk why
Sam burst through the door with need in his eyes, and youâve seen this look before one Dean when he sees pie. You are currently sitting on your bed with a book in your hand, and startled as he stares at you.
Sam then softens but only for a moment. He stands there staring for what feels like an eternity.
Then he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You roll your eyes because most of the time Sam is scolding you about being a liability for being young.
You never really understand his reasoning for saying you were too young. He started hunting when he was very young. Youâre twenty two thatâs plenty old enough.
He quickly walks to the bathroom, but then you hear him mutter something along the lines of âtoo fucking young, damn itâ. You shrug and continue reading your book.
You hear things slam around in the bathroom, and you know better than to go check it out because what happened with dean on time.
It finally gets quiet in the bathroom, but you can hear Samâs heavy breathing. You stand up and go closer to the door. You hear strangled noises coming from him, and you are pretty sure he is jerking off. You cover your mouth.
You then have an idea, and you slowly start to finger yourself under your skirt. You try to be quiet as best you can.
Around five minutes later Samâs noises stop, and the door suddenly swings open. Then there you are with your hand under your skirt staring doe eyed up at Sam.
He doesnât even ask you what you are doing he suddenly picks you up, and throws you on to the bed. You let out a little yelp and land with a thud.
âI need youâ
Your eyes go wide becasue no way Sam just said this. The same Sam who says you are way too young for him.
He notices your shocked face, and rolls his eyes.
âHow naive are youâ he asks rudely.
âWhat?â
He rolls his eyes again, and pushes your shirt up as he sits on his knees infront of you.
âI was denying myself you for a long timeâŚâ
âWhy?â You ask breathlessly as he starts to kiss up your thighs slow and tenderly.
âI wanted you since I laid my eyes on you, but this spell is making me act on itâ
âMe tooâ you state the obvious, and remember how much you wanted Sam when you first met.
âI knowâ he laughs.
He starts to pull your panties down, and he tosses them aside, and looks at your dripping wet core before him. You shift under his gaze.
âYou are beautifulâ he whispers causing you to blush.
"Iâve wanted this for so long," he licks a long strip from your clit to your dripping wet hole.
He licks back up to your clit and sucks it harshly into his mouth. You let out a loud moan, and he groans sending a vibration through you.
He doesnât ease into it anything when he adds two fingers into your dripping hole. He groans at your taste. He starts to finger you with a harsh pace. Making your legs tremble and shake.
âYou taste so fucking sweetâ he groans, then he softly adds âlike cakeâ
He starts to suck your clit faster, and his fingers are pumping in and out of you at an even faster pace.
You feel the familiar coil in your lower belly tighten. You let out a loud moan as you start to come undone.
He doesnât stop if anything he doubles his efforts, and he starts to eat you out more aggressively. You let out pathetic little whines.
After awhile he finally pulls back, and wipes his face with the back of his hand.
âNot doneâ
The curse keeps him there, his mouth working relentlessly. His tongue flicking fast over your clit before he flattens it and laps broad, messy strokes that make your hips buck against his face. Every sound you make only makes him go faster.
"I wanna stay down here foreverâ he mumbles into your pussy, words vibrating against you.
"Want to wake up with my tongue inside you and fall asleep the same way. You taste so fucking good when youâre closeâ
Those words of encouragement makes you come undone again for the second time, and your hips are bucking whilst against his face.
He doesnât let you get a moment to calm down. His two fingers sliding inside you again while his mouth seals around your clit again. He curls them just right, sucking harder, tongue never stopping.
You keep whimpering and whining, and trying to push his head away from your pussy. You can feel all your come around you under your butt on the bed. This is going to be fun to explain to Dean.
By the time your third orgasm comes he pulls back, and changes his efforts into being gentle. It feels like a harsh change, and makes you feel like you are in heaven.
He pulls his mouth away and just gently fingers you, and he looks up âI love youâ he says breathlessly. As soon as you come down from your third orgasm you gently pet his head as you finally sit up.
âDo you really?â you ask not halving him, and believing itâs the spell talking.
âYesâ you says pulling up your panties, and kissing your thighs gently.
He stands up, and kisses your forehead.
âI love you too Samâ you simply respond, and look up at him.
He smiles, and pulls you out of the wet bed, and leads out the room, and puts a clean sign up for the housekeepers.
You giggle and follow him out, and he leads you to the nearest diner.
authors note: i would never push him away
masterlist â sam masterlist
a dogâs purpose
puppy!dean winchester x reader (18+)
warnings: average animal-like behavior from dean, rimming, creampie, knotting, needy!dean (sighs dreamily)
wc: 2.1k
note: puppy!sam has been all over my feed. i needed some puppy!dean too. i imagine dean is a husky or a german shepard tbh.
You were asleep.
At least trying to sleep.
Desperately, desperately trying to sleep.
You had the longest hunt of your career coming up, and you and Sam had been staying up most nights to prepare while Dean did fuck all. Sure, he was always at your side making his dumb little quips having the occasional epiphany that did actually add to the conversation, but otherwise it wasnât much. He was brawn, you guys were brains. Thatâs just the way things were.
The sheets were cool and plush beneath youâyour favorite ones that Dean had bought you as a birthday gift last year. He always knew what you needed, despite being seemingly up in the air most days.
You had a thing about not sleeping with him in your bed. His bed was fine, but yours was a different story. Dean was a drooler. A snorer. And worst of all, a humper.
Thatâs right. The great, big, all-powerful Dean Winchester humped his pillows in his sleep. And with his tail whacking at the sheets and his nose pressed into your neck, he was humping your back.
That is the reason why you didnât let him sleep here. Your room is a sanctuary of peaceâwas, now, because Dean was so clingy with these desperate yet mischievous round eyes that opened your heart ten-fold. You couldnât say no to him half the time. That was your biggest fault.
So there you laid, cheek pressed against your pillow as your stupid, hunky boyfriend rutted into your sleep shirt. His hard-on had gotten so wet itâd slipped out of his underwear, and since he never wore pants to sleep it was getting you all dirty and gross.
You knew you shouldnâtâve let him sleep here tonight. But.. fuck. He did the thing. His ears reeled back, tail tucked between his legs after youâd yelled at him for practicing barking in your ear the entire time you were trying to read lore books. Halfway through a book about roman mythologyâin latin, mind you, your second most fluent languageâhe started yammering like a fucking idiot, making your brain short-circuit like it wasnât already fried and running on a large iced coffee and strawberry nutella pancakes.
You felt bad. How could you not when he started sulking around you for the next two hours? He sat by your feet and everything, hovering around you with soft huffs and whines of frustration and guilt. Poor baby Dean.
Thatâs the only reason you were here.
Somehow his cock had managed to slip under a strap of your underwear, his knot pressing desperately in between your ass begging for some stimulation. You wouldnât give it, of course, but you wouldnât push him away yet.
It wasnât until he snuck his arms around your body and sprawled a leg out over yours that he started really trying to fuck you. Maybe he realized that you were getting a bit wet now, too. How couldnât you? Or maybe it was just because he needed it oh, so bad. He always did, the insatiable thing.
That was your queue to squirm around somewhat. Your sudden movements of discomfort were making Dean whine into your shoulder, soft pants escaping his lips and his nose scrunched against your skin. You rolled your head around, now face to face with his flushed expression and disheveled hair.
âDean.â You murmured, hand pressed against his abdomen as you tried to pull away. âDean, wake up.â A few colorful words were exchanged one-sidedly before you finally decided to resort to mildly drastic measures. You reached over, hand fumbling around momentarily until your fingers wrapped around his furry little tail. You pulled. Hard.
That got him to wake up. His ears perked up and his eyes shot open, mouth falling open while he exuded a loudââFuck!!â
Oh, yes. Dean was awake.
âWhat- Fuck, what the hellâs wrong with you?!â He snapped, sniffling and whining. His tail whipped around and curled into itself soothingly. You rolled your eyes. Drama queen much. âI tried to wake you up! De, your dick is soaking my back. You need counseling for this shit.â
He let you go reluctantly, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his bicep. You sat up uncomfortably beside him. Despite his discontent, he looked so sweet. You were sure you only thought that because you were feeling bad again. A heavy sigh was released from your chest, your hand reaching out to run through his hair and scratch at his ear. âSorry.â You murmured halfheartedly. He wasnât convinced. âSorry? Thatâs the second time youâve been a dick to me today. You seriously owe me.â
He was trying to sound tough and scary, but he was still breathless from almost cumming up your shirt and the fading soreness of his backside. You smiled. âYeah. I know. But youâre always humping something like youâre in a perpetual heat, you horn-dog.â
âSo what? Canât help it, everything Iâve got smells like you..â He turned his head to the side staring up at you desperately. His cock was standing straight up all lewdly, glistening and flushed and ready for you. â..Jesus. Thatâs really the only reason why?â Your hand brushed over his forehead, gently wiping away the sweat from his face as he nodded his head. âYeah.. Everything Iâve got, goddamnit, everything smells like you. Like your perfume, your sweat, your saliva, your pussy.. fucking everything..â
Dean rolled up on his side, sitting up finally and towering over you. You stared up at him with wide eyes, hand falling down to rest on his arm. âNeed you so bad right now.. Was so close, so fucking close before you woke me up.â His breath was getting shallower the closer he leaned in, finally kissing you like he was trying to eat your face off.
You didnât mind, arms immediately slinging around his neck and shoulders as his tongue violated your mouth rather lovingly. Your teeth scraped together uncomfortably, but it was a small price to pay.
Hands, they were everywhereâin his hair, on your breasts, reaching and pulling off what little clothing each of you had until there was nothing left but skin on skin.
You felt him trail down to your cunt, the sopping wet muscle contracting around nothing as he traced lazy circles into your clit. âFuck, De, just like that..â You moaned, turning your head against your pillow. Dean took that praise gaudily, a large smile forming on his face. His tail was whacking against his leg as he continued to watch your face flush and contort with pleasure.
âYâlike that? âS good?â He asked softly, kissing at your neck and licking soft circles into your skin. You nodded absentmindedly, hips bucking up into him. He slipped a finger inside you to test the waters, staring at you expectantly. In his eyes, there wasnât anything you could do that wouldnât make him horny. The way your eyes glossed over just now, soft lips passing his name through them. His cock bounced against his stomach unconsciously.
Dean added another finger, curling them inside your muscle. Your walls were sucking him in, clenching and convulsing as he scissored your insides to eventually, hopefully, accommodate his size.
âFuck, Dean, feels- feels so, so fuckinâ good.. donât ever stop. Yâre such a good boy..â You tipped your head back against your pillow. Oh, how your legs trembled with every word you spoke. He pulled his fingers out as you whined beneath him, immediately putting them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around to taste you on him.
âYâtaste so good.. so, so good.. Can I eat your pussy, baby? Jusâ need a little taste. Itâs okay?â He begged, bucking his hips against your leg and rocking them forward. You didnât actually hear him, just bits and pieces of it, but nodded anyway. He was eager as ever, completely awake and alert while pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your legs dangled on his shoulders once he was sitting on the floorâhis absolute favorite way to eat you out. There was nothing better than watching your chest heave as he brought you the beautiful gift that is an orgasm. Your breasts would bounce and move hypnotically every time.
âHold yâre legs up, yeah, there you go..â He murmured, instructing you to hug your legs to your chest. Your arms were squished between your thighs and calves, feet dangling in the air. Dean took his time despite everything, spreading you open with his thumbs and pressing his nose to your wetness. A sob of need ripped out your body.
âGod, d-donât tease me..â You thrashed around. âPlease, Dean, hurry up!â
At your signal, he was on you, mouth hot and heavy as he licked up your folds flat with his tongue. He sucked at your clit like a lollipop making your toes curl in pleasure. He was taking note of everything: the way your fingers dug into your legs whenever he did something good, the way your breathing slowed and regulated when he did something wrong. All he wanted was for you to feel the same way he did: blissful.
His mouth trailed down towards your ass, his fingers spreading you apart. Without warning, he plunged his tongue against your asshole, nose buried in your pussy the whole time. He felt like he was getting high off your smell, every scent gland sparking up like a lighter. You squealed with embarrassment, legs kicking around for a while until you got used to the sensation. It wasnât uncommon for him to stick his face anywhere near your ass, he just had always asked beforehand!
Your slick was dribbling down into your crack and catching at his tongue. He moaned around your rim, tonguing you slowly and sweetly the whole time. His thumbs dug into your flesh, opening your hole until he could see it puckering around his tongue.
Holy fuck, you were so close.
Your heartbeat was speeding up, you were getting all squirmy and clammy, andâ he stopped. He stood up and smiled heartily, enjoying the way you immediately started whining and complaining.
âWhoâs a bitch in heat now, huh?â He mused. You didnât appreciate that gesture. âYouâre such a- a drama queen! I didnât even meanâta do that!â You groaned. Dean grabbed at the base of his cock, the round knot red and angry from lack of stimulation. He rubbed himself all over your cunt, especially at your clit just to rile you up. You were about to start complaining again, about to really give it to him, but he started pushing himself inside you. Despite all that prep work, the sucking and licking and fingering and spreading, it never seemed to take.
One arm let go of your legs to grip at the sheets, soft sobs and whines of desperation leaving you. He bottomed out once he was mostly inside, knot bunched up and pressed against your cunt. He pulled your legs around his waist and started thrusting into you, doggish whines and whimpers of ecstasy leaving his mouth. His face was all red, eyes lidded and heavy. He was totally hypnotized by the feeling of your cunt.
âFuuck, oh mâgod!â He growled, sliding his hands to your hips and slamming himself up into you until his knot was forced inside. You squealed and tightened your legs around his waist, a soft sob escaping you but eventually it was overpowered by an instantaneous moan. âYâre the best, baby, love that pussy of yours. Best Iâll ever have, yâknow that?â
It was a lot of repetition like that, a mantra stuck in his head from his insatiable pleasure and desperation to fuck you until he couldnât anymore. Heâd stay here until his legs gave out, until his cock malfunctioned and he couldnât get it up because youâd spent him out.
He lurched forward, forehead pressed between your breasts. He rutted into you a final few times, tip kissing at your cervix until he finally came inside you, his knot pulsating inside you. Your orgasm came quickly after, the pulsating sensations and Deanâs happy trail rubbing against your sensitive nub sending you over the edge.
Everything was hazy and white. You had dots in your vision to match his. You could feel him kiss and bite at your breasts with a few quiet murmurs of praise.
There was that thump-thump-thumping of his tail against his muscular thigh like the ticking hands of a clock. The sun shone between your curtains, and you both turned simultaneously.
Good morning, America.
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The smirk, the swagger, the leather jacket, the âIâm fineâ that means absolutely nothing. Heâs spent his whole life being the strong one, the protector, the one who takes care of everyone else. So when you take charge? When you put him down? He short-circuits. Immediately.
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