Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: When Y/n's baking session is interrupted by the magnetic presence of Dean Winchester, their encounter in the kitchen heats up far beyond the oven's temperature.
Tags: Smut, p in v, kitchen sex, pure filth, improper use of pie, possessive Dean, dirty talk, established relationship,
A/N: This is basically just me pining for Dean freacking Winchester. I baked i pie last week and i got inspired. Please be nice English is not my first language. Enjoy ;)
Everything was ready. The dough had been stored in the fridge to chill. Y/n expertly sliced the apples, the knife gliding through the fruit with practiced ease, she then drizzled them with lemon juice, before pouring the slices in a pan to simmer with sugar and cinnamon.
She was just adding the last touch, a sprinkle of nutmeg, when she felt two strong, calloused hands surround her just below the waist. His scent enveloped her, a combination of musk and amber, strong enough to weaken her knees.
"De" said Y/n in a plaintive tone. She had leaned his head against his solid, muscular chest. "Would you like me to finish this pie for you?"
Dean's lips curved into a playful smile against her neck. He continued to stroke the skin around her ribcage.
"I know baby, it's that you look so damn hot when you cook for me my favourite plate, so caring and sweet, good enough to eat."
He peppered kisses along her neck, and she melted in his arms.
As Dean continued to trail kisses down Y/n's neck, his hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. Y/n's breath hitched, a shiver of anticipation running through her as she leaned back into his touch.
"Dean," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, "what about the pie? I could burn the filling"
Dean's smirk only widened as he murmured huskily, "Screw the pie, sweetheart. Right now, all I want to do is fill you up"
She just had the time to turn off the stove before he spun her around, pressing her against the kitchen counter with a hungry urgency. His lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as desire surged between them. Y/n moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered completely to him.
Dean's hands roamed eagerly over her body, pulling the fabric of her skirt up.
âLook at the mess you made baby, is this all for me?â He asked moving the dampening panties to the side to reveal her wet core. Y/n arched into his touch unable to answer, aching for more as he started to tease her, rocking his till clothed shaft against her wet folds.
"Dean," she gasped, her voice thick with need, "please..."
Her plea hung in the air like a silent prayer, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. Dean's darkened gaze met hers, a flicker of primal hunger flashing in his eyes as he leaned in close, his lips grazing her earlobe with a tantalizing whisper.
âTell me what you need sweetheartâ he breathed, his sultry low voice sent shivers down her spine.
âI need you, I need your cockâ Y/n begged him. A primal growl rumbled from deep within Dean's chest. His desire for her burned hot and fierce, matching the intensity of her own need.
"Then you shall have me" Dean husked, in one swift motion, he freed himself from his clothing, his throbbing length springing eagerly into view. Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the sight. He was beautifully thick, if a cock could have been defined pretty, it was Deanâs.
Without a word, Dean positioned himself between her trembling thighs, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he guided himself to her slick entrance.
âAre gonna be a good girl? Take me nice and deep?â He asked her in a so very low tone.
âYes, yes, Dean pleaseâ With a slow, torturous push, he entered her, the sensation of their bodies joining sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both
Y/n gasped as Dean filled her completely, every inch of him stretching and filling her in the most delicious way imaginable. She clung to him desperately, nails digging into his back as he began to move with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating.
With each thrust, Dean drove Y/n to the brink of ecstasy, his name falling from her lips in a breathless mantra of desire.
âTell me that you are mineâ His words, laden with desire and command.
"I'm yours, Dean," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "All yours."
With each thrust, Dean claimed her as his own, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. When Dean's calloused hand reached to stimulate her clit, it was too much for Y/n.
She exploded in a climax of lust, and Dean reached his own orgasm a couple of thrusts later, moaning her name.
They looked at each other for what seemed like endless seconds. Then he finally smiled and said, âLooks like we worked up an appetiteâ murmuring as he reached for the nearby apple pie filling. He sucked on his finger and then fed it to her.
