Warnings: Smut! MDNI, Perv Dean, stealing of lingerie, catching him on his secret, alcohol consumption, party, sex, P in V, unprotected sex, missionary, doggy style (backshots), mentions of Dean! Touching himself, Dean is a pervert for u
Summary: Dean is a pervert when it comes to you. You are unaware until you’re both in his room, then you find out about his dirty little secret, yet you get turned on by it.
Characters: Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!reader
Dean is a ladies man, he always has been, he’s never been truly in love enough to even think about a relationship, until he met you. A simple interaction, meeting you after a hook up with Garrett, much before he even met Hannah. You were in the kitchen in the early morning, One of Garrett’s shirts on your body, when Dean came down after a shower.
The moment he saw you, he became obsessed. You looked perfect, you looked like something straight out of a book.
Your smile melted his heart, yet also made him hard, first thing in the morning.
Dean always plays that first meeting in his mind, over and over again.
He became obsessive in his own way.
Even the smell of your perfume turned him on.
When he begged to work on an assignment together and you gave in, letting him over to your dorm. He took the chance to peak around your bedroom.
Dean wasted no time with stealing some particular pieces of clothing from your drawers.
He kept them with him, in his pocket the entire time you explained things for the project. You were completely unaware of his perverted tendencies when it came to you, and only you.
The second he got back to his own place. He closed his bedroom door for once, tugging his pants down faster than he moved on the ice.
Pulling it out, enjoying the smell and thought of you.
Imagining that his hand was you.
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You came over to the guys place for a party, it was fun.
You came with Jules, both of you laughed for a while until you went to grab yourself another drink. Your eyes were on Hannah and Garrett as the two were close together, matching costumes.
It was sweet, and now a reminder that you came here tonight to get your mind over someone, you promised Jules that you were distract yourself and try to get laid. It’s been a while.
So when your eyes landed on none other than the playboy Dean Di Laurentis. You knew he was the perfect man for the job.
You walked over to him in the kitchen and gazed up at him and Beau. Dean looked down at you, a grin forming on his face instantly. While Beau sort of blinked as if sensing something that you both couldn’t see.
Beau could feel the heated and sexual tension between you both, he wasn’t an idiot.
“I’m gonna go- ah, tease Tucker” Beau made up an excuse and left
With that, Dean stepped closer to you, looking over your pirate costume.
“Is that your duo partner?” He asked with a chuckle, pointing to the fake parrot you had
“Shut up, Jules already had a duo. So this was my last minute choice,” you sighed, wondering if this was even a good idea
Dean looked over your costume, noticing how your thighs were out, so much skin, his eyes moving to your cleavage, then to your lips.
“Hey, relax. I think it’s hot.” He smirked
Which made your entire body warm, your ears burned and your cheeks flushed a hint of pink.
Dean noticed your flustered expression, of course he did. He’s studied your face and body enough to know your behaviour.
You kept your gaze on him, feeling your body react to him. It annoyed how fast he made your heart race, how much his stupid flirting turned you on.
Dean leaned down, his lips inches away from touching your ear.
“Keep looking at me like that and I might just fuck you here in front of everyone.” He whispered
Your thighs pressed together as those words made your pussy ache for his touch.
You grabbed onto the open jumpsuit he wore from the movie Top Gun. Pulling him down. Your lips crashed onto his.
Dean smiled into the kiss, finally, you gave into the tension between you both.
The kiss grew even more hot as you both made it upstairs. Into his bedroom.
His hands were busy as he pulled your costume off of your body, part by part. So his foot kicked the door shut.
You stumbled back onto his bed as he climbed on top of you.
His mouth going to your neck and collarbone.
Your head tilted to one side, giving him full access.
Which is when your eyes caught the sight of something. A familiar piece of clothing and a small picture of you that was usually up on your pinboard, laid there on his nightstand.
You knew they went missing since the time he came over to your dorm, but you never thought he would do that. Oh you were so wrong. Dean was a fucking pervert.
As his knee spread your legs and his fingers teased your clit. He gazed down at you, no longer kissing you.
He noticed the slight fear in your eyes, he quickly realised what you saw.
But he smirked, as he also saw the desire in your eyes. Fuck. He knew it. You were as much as a pervert as him.
This made him move his hand away and line himself up at your entrance. His aching member slowly pushed inside of you. The stretch made you moan his name.
He groaned and moved inside of you.
Your hands reached up into his hair at first.
Dean leaned down and spoke.
“Looks as if you like, my dirty little secret” he said before he sped up his movements.
You should be disgusted, you should push him away and call him a freak pervert. Instead your walls tightened around him. You have never felt this turned on before. Your hands now moved, trying to grab onto him, your nails scratched down his back, leaving visible marks.
He let out a grunt at the sensation, then pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, a whimper left your mouth.
Dean smirked at the sound, your desperation for him was obvious.
He flipped you over, then helped you onto your knees, then he pushed your top half down onto the mattress. Ass up, head down.
Shit the view was nearly enough to make him finish.
But he didn’t, he pushed himself back inside of you, filling you up again, all the way.
The head of him length hitting a spot that made you see stars. Your eyes closed shut. Yet your mouth open as moans slipped out.
Dean’s hips moved fast, not giving you a second to even think straight.
All you could think about was him, you wanted him badly, so badly.
“Dean..” you whimpered out his name
This told him that you were close. Even if he never understood, he could feel it.
You were pulsing around him, and as you reached the edge, your walls clenched around him, milking him inside of you.
Dean moved once more, before he pulled out of you, his hands holding your hips there as he watched his liquids drip out of you.
A satisfied look on him.
You moved so you were now facing him. A sigh leaving you as you caught a glimpse of his proud and satisfied expression.
Summary: While he fixes the sink, you give him some help
Characters: John Logan x Fem! Reader
You never really knew that such a simple sight could make you feel such intense things.
Until you were keeping John Logan company. You were sitting on the kitchen bench, gazing down at him as he was fixing the sink. His hands working, his eyes focused.
The sight of him was so fucking attractive.
He was the perfect handyman. The type you would imagine in a porn video.
That’s how much he turned you on.
His tan skin, his fingers wrapped around his tools, his muscles flexing as he moved, gripping tighter, his biceps on display. He looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.
Logan was laying on his back, his arms up as he was focused on fixing the pipes of the sink.
You felt your thighs rub together, trying to ease to pulsing ache between your legs.
It was difficult to not just jump on him and ride him until you finish with shaking legs.
You know how much he focused on fixing things. So you just bit your lip and imagined stuff, until his voice cut off your delusional thoughts.
“Can you pass me the star screwdriver?” He asked you
You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. And you slid off the bench. Moving over to him.
An idea coming into your mind.
A smile on your face as you stepped over him. Your legs on either side of his hips.
Logan definitely noticed, but didn’t move, waiting for the screwdriver.
Grabbing the screwdriver was easy, your hands wrapping around it as you bit your bottom lip. Then moving, you were now squatting down on him, on his lap.
John let out a groan at the sudden feeling.
You put the screwdriver out for him to grab, your eyes gazing over him.
“Thanks..” he cleared his throat as he took it from you
John Logan got back to fixing the sink, trying to ignore his growing erection at the feeling of you on him like this.
You could feel it, the sensation poking up at you.
You didn’t wait, you already decided to help him.
So while he focused on fixing the sink, your body moved down off of him, kneeling on the kitchen floor. Grabbing onto his belt, unbuckling it, then unzipping his jeans.
Logan felt you and he wasted no time looking at you.
“What are you doing-“ he asked
“Keep doing what you’re doing, I’m giving you extra help.” You smiled
With that you tugged his jeans and boxers down enough to free him. His hard length coming out making your mouth nearly water.
You wrapped a hand around his member. Then leaned down, licking the tip.
"Fuck," he whispers, breath hitching in his throat as you slowly take what you can of him into my mouth. Eyebrows and nose scrunched, dark eyelashes fluttering, lips parting from the ecstasy of the moment.
His length is impressive, my tongue swirls its way up the veiny shaft of his cock and pays close attention to the slit in his head, before sliding its way back down.
"Oh god.." his hips raise in desperation, and groans echo in the back of his throat as he resists the urge to shove it deeper inside of your mouth. He's patient, watching with half-lidded eyes that study mine as they stare back at him, my lips completely locked around his arousal.
The salty taste of his precum on my tongue only encourages you to quicken your pace, and your fist closes around the base of his erection to move in time with my bobbing head.
A clear groan of your name leaves his mouth as he feels your mouth and hand working in perfect sync.
He couldn’t focus on the job he was doing anymore, his hand dropping the screwdriver and reaching down. Grabbing onto your hair.
Unable to keep still, his hips bucked upwards into your mouth. Keeping a reasonable pace to not hurt you.
You let him move like that.
The sensation felt odd but so good to you.
John Logan let out another groan, as he started to twitch inside.
Your mouth moved to push him deeper. Feeling him twitch inside of you, letting you know his orgasm was building up.
His tip hit the back of your throat and he finished inside of you. You gagged from the sudden feeling, but you managed to swallow what you could.
Pulling back and licking your lips.
Logan stayed there catching his breath as did you.
Then he sat up and looked over you, a smile on his face.
“Extra help is what you’re calling that?” Logan chuckled
You nod with a grin
“Then I don’t mind some, extra help when I’m working like this.” He shook his head, fixed himself up and then went back to finish off the sink
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