✧･ﾟ:you're face down in the mattress, the wet, lustful sound of Dean’s hips snapping against your ass fill the room. He’s fucking you like an animal, holding your ass in the air with rough hands, massaging your hips and thighs as his balls slap against your clit. He bends over with a groan, kissing up your spine over your shoulders, rolling his hips with every brutal, bed creaking thrust. You cry out, as he drills into that one gooey spot deep inside of you, and he groans, squeezing your waist tight.
✧･ﾟ:he pants in your ear, low moans rumbling from his chest and vibrating through your body. His fingers drift down to toy with your clit, and you clench around him with a weak, breathy whine. Dean grunts and hauls you up against him. One hand wraps around your throat, the other splayed over your stomach, pressing down and forcing you to take his cock even deeper. Your lashes flutter, your vision blurred and mouth hanging open. Dean kisses and bites over your neck, fucking you with shallow, rough thrusts. You’re caged, your back to his chest, nothing for you do but take it.
“Fuckin’ look at you, baby,” Dean grabs your jaw, angling it exactly where he wants. “Prettiest girl in the fuckin’ world. My girl.”
You moan, head lolling. Dean smirks and taps your cheek.
“Look.”
It takes all the praise and coaxing in the world, but you manage. It’s the most sinful thing you’ve ever seen. You, glowing and drooling in Dean’s arms, your eyes lidded and lips swollen from his countless kisses. There isn’t a part of your body he hasn’t marked, an inch of skin that he isn’t teasing or groping. His face is twisted in concentration, his muscles flexing and bulging around you, the shaft of his massive cock slipping in and out of your pussy like a machine.
“See how fuckin’ gorgeous you are?” Dean mutters in your ear. “Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world, makin’ a mess on my cock.”
And you are. You really are. You can’t look away from the slick, creamy mess where your bodies meet. Dean squeezes your cheeks again, your eyes meet, and it crashes into you like a storm.
He looks at you like you’re a goddess. In his arms, you feel like one.
“Watch,” he hisses, dragging your gaze back to the mirror, right as he starts to rub your clit in furious tight circles.
You can’t help it. Your transfixed by the sight of you, more beautiful that you ever thought you could be, unraveling in Dean’s arms. He’s quick behind you, slamming home and stuffing you up with hot ropes of cum, fucking you through it with shallow thrusts.
Neither of you move for a while after. You don’t want to. You’re afraid the spell will break.
“Look at you, baby,” Dean murmurs, kissing over your neck. “Never seen anythin’ fucking better.”
And it’s so easy, to believe him. You know it won’t last. But you’re sure that, if you ask him, he’ll be happy to show you over and over again. Until it really, truly sticks.
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Innocent/shy reader who lives with Dean who has a nasty corruption kink walks into the house and sees a girl giving Dean a blowjob or Dean watching obscene porn in the tv and jerking himself??? Thoughts on this concept??🫡🫡
Because seeing him with another woman would break my little heart we’re going with the jerking one. And dear god is that a visual. He’s sitting in the living room, just waiting for you to come home and see. He has exactly what he wants to show you queued up on the tv, freaky enough that you wouldn’t find it yourself but not so intimidating that you’re too scared to watch. He hears your key in the door, and he swears he feels himself get harder. You walk in straight to the living room, and he's posted there just waiting for you. You freeze, obviously, not knowing what the hell to do in this situation. You're mostly just... surprised, but there's a healthy dash of anticipation and something starting to warm in your belly. He's so casual, totally relaxed while you watch his huge hand lazily pump at his even huger cock. A laugh gets caught on your throat when you realize that he's bigger than the guy in the video.
"Somethin' funny, sweetheart?" He sounded every bit as sure of himself as you would expect, and that voice, like always, did something to you. Knocked you off balance, cut off your train of thought, and even if you didn't have the vocabulary for it you wanted him to talk you through it. You wanted to hear that voice telling you how well you were taking him, how tight you feel around his thick cock, how he wishes he could take a video of how perfect you sound all full of him.
"Cat got your tongue? You're always a little shy but are you really just gonna stand there and watch?"
You stood there and watched him.
"I mean you can..."
"No! No, I'll, um, come over." You felt intensely awkward, even if he was the one with his pants down. If you hadn't stolen a pair of his sweats straight from his hamper last week you maybe wouldn't be as excited about this whole coming-home-to-cock-and-porn thing. It was extra exciting because it was new. You weren't stupid, you weren't a child, but the intense thrum of desire and how you felt like you were about to start drooling was a fresh experience for you.
You shuffled towards him, just dropping your things and shucking your shoes on the way. You figured this was not the time to uphold your roommate agreement of minimal clutter.
Taking note of the trail you left behind you, Dean smirked. "Too excited for a stop at the coat closet, pretty?"
You flushed, feeling like you fucked this up before it even started. So you were supposed to uphold the roommate agreement right now.
"Shhh, just teasin'." He grabbed your hips, guiding you to sit on the couch next to him. You kept your eyes locked on his angry red tip the whole time, not sure where else you were supposed to could look.
"You can touch," he said easily, obviously anything but shy. "Wouldn't be jacking off in the living room if I didn't want you to."
You reached out tentatively, only now flicking your eyes up to his. He gave you an encouraging nod, and when your fingers wrapped around him he hissed. His cock made your hand look tiny, comedically so, and there was so much that it made you wonder how you were going to cover so much ground. The skin was warm and surprisingly soft, and the velvety texture only made you want to touch him more.
"Just like that, princess. Just want you to play. It's way more fun to watch you play with cock for the first time than get another fucking handjob."
You nodded, feeling totally entranced by the thing you were holding in your hand. Never was that a word you would think you'd use, but just like the rest of him it was fucking perfect. Or maybe it was perfect because it was attached to perfect thighs and a perfect tan stomach that was attached to a perfect tan neck which attached to his perfect fucking face. Your eyes followed your train of thoughts, and when you looked up at him with that wide, innocent gaze dean felt like all the air had been punched out of him.
You felt like you were groping him more than stroking him, but you had yet to hear a peep of a complaint. Your thumb traced the divot under his head, and you watched him flinch when you brushed the flat part. Then you gripped him, slipping all the way down to feel the textured skin of his sac.
Dean watched you with wonder, seeming to have been telling the truth when he said that he'd rather watch you explore than make him cum.
"Having fun?"
His words shocked you out of your trance, but you quickly nodded in affirmation.
"Yeah. You're so... pretty. Can I... um. Can I put you in my mouth?" Your words were quiet and unsure, the verbal equivalent to a fawn, but you felt like you were about to start drooling so you didn't really care.
"Course you can, baby. Wanna get on your knees or lay on your tummy?"
"My knees," you whispered back, your eyes still locked on where your hand was wrapped around his cock.
He whipped the cushion against the back of the couch onto the floor, positioning it so you could kneel on it.
"Are you excited? Little thing like you is gonna have cock in her mouth for the first time. Fuckin' adorable."
You scrambled to the floor in response, the tip of your tongue immediately finding the head. The look on dean's face was so blissed out that you could shove your insecurities aside, and just play. Your tongue darted out to lick him everywhere you were interested in, and once his whole shaft had been worked up to a shine you closed your lips around the head. You worked slow, taking him bit by bit and laving your tongue the whole time, and when you got to taste a bead of him you moaned excitedly.
"Jesus, you're fuckin' cute," dean panted, his hand gently petting your head. "Actin' like a little puppy. I fuckin' love it."
Your whole body buzzed with the praise, and his words spurred you on to take him a little deeper. You finally understood the term 'mouthfull of cock.' He rested heavy on your tongue, and your whole universe seemed to shrink to what you could fit in your mouth.
"Look at you. Didn't even have to ask and you're trying to take me down your throat. Would've fucked my hand in the living room sooner if I knew you were gonna react like an eager little whore."
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