summary ༺๑ˊ- dean hates when you're mad at him, even if he deserves it.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- dean winchester x gn!reader
cws ༺๑ˊ- no genitalia mentioned, established relationship, body worship focused (r!recieving), nipple play, some grinding
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
“c’mon, cupcake…”
god. you hated that nickname. that's why you turned your head away, hiding the reluctant smile that fought to break out.
dean could only simper as he simply watched. a little pathetically, mind you. like any sort of smile from you was a victory. because it was, especially with his previous behavior, he probably doesn't deserve it.
the man has been pushing your buttons all fucking day. talking back, rolling his eyes, just making every aspect of your life a little more difficult.
worst of all? he was upset over something that didn't even involve you—it was some stupid argument with castiel that got him all wound up.
and now, after all that, he wants to act all sweet and pitiful when you start giving him the cold shoulder.
unfortunately, dean would rather dive neck first in a vampire nest than receive your silent treatment.
“don’t be like that,” he pouted, tilting your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. “baby, please.”
he crowded you up against the dark red wallpaper of the motel room wall, looking down at you. “say anything. scream at me, swear at me, i don’t care.” he spoke quietly as he leaned down, nosing at your temple.
you wanted to scream at him, to swear at him. you really did. but dean was making it stupidly hard with those pretty eyes boring into yours, like your answer would be life or death.
he made it harder when you felt his knee slide comfortably between your thighs, forcing you to press up against the wall a little further.
“dean…” you muttered, a gasp slipping out, gripping his biceps through the flannel he wore, the material thin enough to feel his muscles tense.
“yeah, sweetheart?” he answered quickly, like a loyal dog. “gonna let me make it up to you?” his thumb brushed your lower lip.
dean already had you. he just enjoyed pretending you had a chance to refuse him.
but you both knew you didn’t.
not with how his palms pressed into your hips, coaxing you back toward the bed.
“i’m still mad at you,” a protest slipped out of you, even while you let dean guide your movements.
you weren’t sure that being mad meant letting him manhandle you back onto the mattress, but definitions seem to shift tonight, especially with dean's persistence.
dean climbed over you, stupidly big hands grabbing your forearms, pinning them above your head.
“yeah?” he murmured against his temple, trailing little kisses down toward your mouth. “how mad?”
before you could answer, he was all on you. hips pressing against you, lips impatiently stealing yours.
he moved down your jaw with kisses, sighing with content to finally have you under him. “i can make it better, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “y’gonna let me?”
you nodded; way too quickly for your liking.
dean just smiled.
lips traveling down your neck, you felt him linger at your throat before chuckling. “you just lay here and look pretty,” he whispered, “don’t gotta lift a finger.”
his nose drifted over your sternum, pulling at the collar of your shirt to gain better access.
your hands reached for the hem of your top to take it off, but dean stopped you, grabbing your wrists.
“what did i tell you about not lifting a finger, huh?” he raised his eyebrows at you, shaking his head.
his shirt came off quick, but yours came off quicker. a predatory grin was plastered on dean's face as he tossed the fabric who-knows-where on the carpet.
"fuck, god," a groan left you as he nuzzled the valley of your chest, kissing the center as he looked up at you with crinkled eyes. "no, just dean, baby..."
you wanted to punch him. and you would if his thumb didn't brush the side of your hardened nipple just right as he chuckled lowly against the underside of your jaw.
"you're so sensitive. almost makes me feel bad for you."
you rolled your eyes. "almost?"
dean just smiled against your skin, peppering kisses down the front of your throat. "i'd feel bad if you weren't so fuckin' beautiful like this."
asshole... though you loved it, but still. what an asshole.
a gasp spilled from your lips as his tongue flicked at the bud he was thumbing at, head lulling back against the pillows.
his muscle swirled around your left nipple, thumb and forefinger playing with the right. he would hate for any part of you to be neglected right now.
dean let out a low hum around the sensitive bundle of nerves, absolutely lost in it.
lost in you.
one of your hands found the back of his head, slotting through the short hairs. your other hand pressed over your mouth to quiet yourself as he sucked at you.
he huffed against your skin, fingers reaching up to curl around your wrist, before they drifted to intertwine with yours.
"don't do that." dean murmured, nosing at the center of your chest as he gazed up at you through thick lashes. "unless you want me to make you so loud y'can't even muffle it."
oh. okay.
you could feel him grin against your chest as your breath hitched.
"that's what i thought."
he lips trailed something sweet down the center of your abdomen, landing a final kiss above your navel. "just look at you. can't believe you're mine."
dean sat back on the bed, dragging you up with him to sit on his lap, their chests pressed together.
"perfect." he murmured, more to himself as his eyes fixated on your lips, before pressing his own back onto yours. his hips reacted to you returning his kisses, pushing up into where you sat straddling him.
dean's hands found your waist, squeezing at you. they drifted down with urgency to your hips that sat so perfectly on his, trying to tug you even closer. if that's possible.
"d'you feel that?" he whispered against you, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. "what you do to me?"
his palms slid up, back to your chest, like he was pawing at you.
"fuck, baby, i need you," dean almost whined. you wanted to pity him, but a tiny part of you still had a little stubbornness less.
"do you deserve it yet?" you challenged, almost hesitantly. dean just let out a breath, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
he pinched one of your nipples, making you arch your back with a gasp.
"you want me to earn it?" he bit at the soft, warm skin on the side of your neck. you nodded.
"alright," he pulled back a little, hand tilting your chin up. "don't expect me to stop when you're screaming, though."
HIIIII how’ve you been? You haven’t posted in awhile and I just wanna check in on you. School has been beating my ass as well so it’s so valid you’re not as active😭. Love 🎀
i forgot to respond oops LMFAOOO but this is SOOOO SWEET thank you!! i’ve honestly been really good, just busy with college and now starting clinicals so gonna be busier but agghhhdhndksjd i just wanna write smut 😿
sorry for inactivity, this semester has been beeeeating my ass which has been impairing my motivation to write, but i will try to get some blurbs out soon tho!!! probably dean winchester, steve harrington, and robert robertson (the father the son the holy spirit)
summary ༺๑ˊ- steve wants you to claim your throne (on his face).
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- steve harrington x female!reader (general-neutral)
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, face riding, steve is munch #1, bit of overstimulation
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
“c’mon, baby,” steve whined.
but he’s been whining for the past ten minutes.
“i don’t want to go to prison for manslaughter, steve.”
steve rolled his eyes, a dramatic groan following suit. he was petulant. you felt his hands tug at your hips again, trying to reel you in right where you belonged.
on his face.
“i need it. you don’t get it.” he accentuated his words with another impatient yank, wanting to draw you in. “you want me to die, baby? ‘cause i will without that pretty pu—“
you pressed your hand over his mouth. “you’re actually ridicul— steve!” a squeal tore from your throat as steve yanked you by your hips up his abdomen.
you sat on his chest, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. steve just smiled up at you.
those big brown eyes were so hard to say no to sometimes.
that’s why you let him tug you up over his face, fingers hooked around your thighs, right beneath your ass.
“sit,” steve murmured, his breath warm against your wet folds. your hips lurched—fuck, it feels weird like this.
you stayed put, your mind racing. he could feel you hesitate.
“honey, c’mon. don’t leave me hangin’…” steve’s hands held the crook of your waist, thumbs rubbing against the sides of your stomach comfortingly.
you just let out a breath. “don’t wanna suffocate you.”
steve could only laugh, pressing impatient kisses against your inner thighs, eyes focused up at you. “y’gonna make me beg, baby?” he hummed. nosing at your skin. “so mean to me.”
“but what if i kill you— hah—!”
he yanked you down by your hips, flat of his tongue greeting your sopping pussy, collecting your essence.
he moaned into you, eyes fluttering shut, pretty eyelashes fanning over his cheeks as he licked at you with need.
his lips found your clit, wrapping around the bud, causing your weight to fall further on his face.
steve could only hum in satisfaction, hands groping your ass to hold you in place.
“steve— shit…” a gasp tore from you, hands gripping at his headboard as you sat helplessly on top his mouth.
and steve was right where he wanted to be.
his tongue bullied its way between your folds, teasing your entrance with little circles. you could only whine, head lulling back.
his fingers dug into your hips, grinding you on his mouth.
his tongue rubbed against your clit with each grind, making your thighs tremble with every pass.
you felt your brain going fuzzy. “f- fuck, m’close,” you murmured lazily, soft moans following suit.
steve only took that as encouragement, keeping your hips arched forward as he buried is tongue into you, nose nudging at the underside of your sensitive pearl.
with a cry, you felt a snap in your lower belly, waves of tingles shooting up your spine and down your legs.
steve watched you, pupils blown wide and eyes sparkling with desire. you looked like an angel, and sounded even sweeter.
he greedily sucked at your pussy, even when you squirmed on top of him at the post-orgasm sensitivity.
he only held you down, his head shaking as he tried to bury himself even deeper.
and you couldn’t do anything, gravity keeping you against his mouth, a throne you couldn’t escape. forced to be worshipped.
and maybe steve wanted to worship you all night. wanted to keep you writhing.
“you can give me another one, right?”
what was a man to do when his angel tasted so good?
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