Dinner Is Ready II Dean Winchester x Reader Smut (18+)
Summary: You bring dinner for the two hunters but all Dean can imagine is fucking you senseless on that table. (18+)
A/N: My hand slipped.
Words: 1.8k
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t try that home lol), dirty talk (a little)
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Dean doesn’t know what happened.
You joined the Winchesters on a specifically difficult hunt three weeks ago and even though Dean has obviously noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are, his body has never reacted quite like … this.
You walk into the Motel after getting some burgers for all of you, and shoot him a smile and it knocks the breath out of Dean’s lungs.
He can’t focus on his dinner, doesn’t follow the conversation between you and Sammy. He can only try his best not to stare too much at you.
He has had dinner with you countless times before. Yet, now the sight of you across from him, in your dark shirt that reveals a tad too much every time you lean forward, forces him to suppress a groan. When you take a sip of your drink, his eyes travel to the bare skin on your neck and he wonders how it would feel to suck on it, as you writhe underneath him. When you lick over your fingers at the end of your meal, Dean’s cock twitches.
“Not hungry tonight?”, your voice catapults him back into reality. You look at him, one eyebrow raised, and nod towards his burger which remains nearly untouched on his plate.
“That’d be a first,” Sam chuckles and leans back in his chair.
Dean clears his throat. You’re still looking at him and in his mind, he sees your eyes rolling back as you moan his name. He shifts in his seat. He was hungry. Very hungry.
Sam watches him with a confused expression before he shakes his head and gets up. “Anyways, if I go now, I might still get to the library in time before it closes.” He stands up. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N.”
You break eye-contact with Dean and smile at his brother. Dean can breathe again. “See you later then,” you say goodbye to him. The door closes behind Sam and the two of you are alone.
Dean doesn’t know if he likes that.
“Did I buy the wrong one?”, you ask then.
He shakes his head. “No, that’s not it.”
You tilt your head and lean back against the chair. Dean tries his hardest not to let his eyes wander down to your chest. “Then what is it?”
No reply. He can’t reply. Everything he’d say right now would be highly inappropriate and ruin whatever kind of friendship you have.
You watch him. His gaze is intense and you shift ever so slightly. You let out a quick laugh. “Are you gonna kiss me?”
His eyes widen for a second at your question until he realizes you were joking. Yet, he desires just that. If you only knew ...
“Dean …” The smile on your face grows more and more nervous. You reach for the bottle.
“I want nothing more right now.”
You almost choke on your drink.
Dean’s eyes darken with lust and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to come over to you, bend you over the table, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.”
Just as he thought. Highly inappropriate.
You stare at him, eyes wide. Dean sees how your breathing has sped up, your breasts heaving against the tight shirt. He wants to tore it off right now yet he needs to know you want this too and he didn’t just overstep every existing boundary on this earth.
“What are you waiting for then?”
It’s all he needs to hear.
He jumps up from his chair and closes the distance between the two of you with two long strides. Grabbing your chin roughly, he forces you to look at him before his lips crush against yours. He hears you gasp but is already drowning in the feeling of your soft body against his. When you moan, his tongue slips into your mouth, and he feels your arms around his neck.
He pulls you up from the chair and raises you up to sit on the table. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close.
“Fuck, you’re so hard already,” you whisper as he presses himself against your body, and he groans.
“All your fault …” He pulls you into another kiss, rough and desperate, and exactly what both of you need. His lips travel down your neck, sucking on it just like he imagined a few minutes earlier, and each whimper that leaves your mouth causes him to grow even harder. By now, his jeans are uncomfortably tight around him.
As if you read his mind, he feels your fingers fumbling with his belt. When you finally open it, pull down his boxers, and he springs free - you gasp. It’s impressive. You carefully reach for his cock, your fingers enclosing it, and Dean moans softly. Your mouth waters as you feel him in your hand; heavy and hard, and you the thought of him inside of you, filling you up completely, dampens your panties even more now. Your fingers flick over the reddened tip, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft before you start to stroke him. Slowly at first, the sounds of Dean’s moans making your hips buckle forward ever so slightly. After a while you speed up - long, hard strokes accompanied by your occasional hum and whimper - and Dean buries his fingers into your hips, until he suddenly grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he hisses.
You chuckle lowly and the sound resonates with him. He needs you. Now.
In a matter of seconds, your clothes come off. You barely have time to process it when simultaneously he lowers his mouth over your breast and slips his finger inside of you. You cry out.
“Damn, you’re so wet,” he mumbles and then his tongue flicks over your nipple. You grab onto his arm, scared you might pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. His hand moves quickly, pumping in and out of you, circling over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge with each damn moment.
Moans followed by incoherent curses and words leave you. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened - in Dean’s eyes you look like the epitome of lust. A goddess in her purest form.
Your legs start to tremble and with a smirk he realizes that you are close. Each pump and thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Your breathing speeds up, chest heaving up and down, and your moans become more and more high-pitched until …
Until Dean stops.
Your eyes fly open, and whatever sentence you start to protest - it gets cut short and turns into a groan when you feel Dean’s cock at your entrance. He enters you in one swift movement and you cry out.
Both of you could have come right then and there.
He’s big, almost too big for you, and stretches you in the most delicious way possible. A mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through your body and you try desperately to hold on to his shoulders as he completely fills you up. Dean bites his lower lip. You are so fucking wet for him.
Dean fucks you hard. He can’t stop himself from doing so. He grabs onto your legs so tightly as he pounds into you that you are convinced, it will leave bruises later on. His lips search for yours and you drown in another hungry kiss. You hiss as he sucks on your lower lips, your fingers scratching over his back.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans and shifts slightly. Spots appear in front of your eyes as he starts hitting your g-spot. “So fucking tight for me …”
“Dean,” you whimper, not capable of saying anything else but his name over and over again. The small motel room is filled with heavy breathing and the sound of naked bodies slapping against each other - Dean is convinced that it can probably be heard outside even but he couldn’t care less.
All he craves right now is that sweet release only you can offer him.
His movements soon begin to turn sloppy, he is close, so damn close. One of his hands slips from your leg to your wet pussy, and you arch your back when you feel his fingers on your clit. The moans he draws from you are torture for him - all he wants is to spill himself inside of you, but he can’t. Not yet.
“Do you like that?”, he purrs into your ear and the way you twitch is answer enough. “Do you like getting fucked on this table?” His finger flicks over your nub. Your legs start to tremble again. “Oh, baby, you should see yourself … all wet and desperate … writhing underneath my touch like a dirty little-”
You come so suddenly, it takes both of you by surprise. Like a coil that snaps inside your stomach, he pushes you over the edge. You let out a loud curse and your eyes roll back. Your fingers bury themselves in his back and Dean knows it will leave marks later on.
Dean feels your muscles clench around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts into you ruthlessly until he follows shortly behind. He reaches around your back, trying to support the both of you, and not to crush you under his weight. His head falls forward against your shoulder as he comes with a shuddering breath, and releases himself inside of you.
You need a while to collect yourself. Stars dance in front of your eyes and you lazily stroke over Dean’s back. Both of you are still panting heavily as you rest against one another.
“Fuck,” you finally mumble and chuckle again. Dean smirks against your skin. “You should’ve told me that you were hungry for something else before I went out and paid for those damn burgers.”
A soft laugh escapes him and he lifts his head. Dark green, satisfied eyes look at you. “Fucking hell, Y/N …”
“Have I stilled your hunger?”, you ask him and give him a short kiss on the lips.
“Mhh,” he makes and slowly pulls out of you. The emptiness feels overwhelming. “Give me a few minutes,” Dean says, “and then I’m ready for dessert.”
He means to add something but just in that moment the door to the room opens.
Sammy.
“The library was already …”, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at the two of you, shock and confusion written all over his face, “ … closed.”
You shriek and turn your face away. Dean grabs your shirt and throws it on you, to cover at least something.
“I was gone for fifteen minutes, what the fuck!”, Sam exclaims. “And on the table?! You guys are disgusting!”
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