#cutesmut

[wolfsbanelupus]

It's you! (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/94OrG4VUe4 Kara and Lena meeting and how their relationship grows and the reaction of everyone around them. I take ideas. There probably gonna be smut in the future. um.. idk what else to put.

[basicvulcanqueen]

I'll Protect You Pt. 2 Dean X Reader Fic 😍

Alright guys, it’s a little later than I thought. But better late than never. I don’t feel so good so smut is cheering me up.

Word Count: No idea. I’m typing from mobile. I’m sure it’s nothing short of fucking excessive.

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (female receiving) Dean Winchester tears, Mary Winchester feels

Summary: Dean confesses his love for reader and tells her all about his feelings and some pretty nice smut ensues. Thought about using a kink in the next chapter but can’t decide what I want to use. So, give me some suggestions.😏

Thanks for reading and enjoy Part 2 of I’ll Protect You 💙

You woke up shocked to see Dean in your bed, his shirt off, arm still tucked under your pillow.  You didn’t want to wake him, but you had to pee worse than you’ve ever had to in your life. You quickly but quietly rolled over and, with a glance behind you, saw that Dean was still asleep. You crept across your room to the bathroom, left the door cracked. You were sure the flush would wake him, but he never moved. His breathing never changed. So, you climbed back in bed with him, the heat of his body feeling like lightning under your fingertips. Your head rested on the pillow with Dean’s, and for a brief second, you could make out the hints of a smile on his face. He looked so peaceful.

You caught yourself instinctively trailing his stomach with your fingertips, caught up in the spine tingling sensation it left you feeling. You hadn’t even noticed he’d woken up.

“That tickles.” He mumbled, rolling onto his side, his arm across your stomach. He kissed your cheek, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “How’d you sleep?” You whispered, lacing your fingers with his. He held your hand tightly, as if to say he never wanted to let go. “Amazing. You’re a tiny, personal heater.” He said with a grin. He was the warm one. You stayed cold.

“Dean..” You started, unsure of how to address the fact that you two had slept together, even though that’s really all it was. Sleeping. Nothing romantic, just sleep. “Why- well- um..” You felt yourself turn every shade of pink, fortunately Dean knew you well enough to know what you were trying to say. “You aren’t mad that I slept with you…are you?” He asked quietly, rolling onto his back and pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing in self frustration. “No! Dean… I’m not mad. I’m glad you were here.” You replied, Dean’s eyes popping open and a shaky breath escaping his lips.

“Y/F/N… I think by now you should know that when I tell you that I love you, I don’t just mean as a friend. Sammy sees you as a little sister. Which, I did too. For a while. And then, I dunno, I guess I started to get attached to you. It was instinctive. It took no effort to reach out and grab your hand. It didn’t make me nervous to wrap up with you on the couch. I fell in love with you. And I didn’t even know it.”

You’d propped up on your elbow, unsure of what to say. Of course you loved him. You were just taken aback at the fact that he had feelings for you too.

“Dean-”

“No, let me finish. When we aren’t on a case, I wake up everyday, I walk down the hall, and find you in the kitchen. Making us breakfast. Brewing coffee. Laying out vitamins and making sure we’re taken care of. And it all came so naturally to you. You’re the most genuine, kind, loving person… You remind me..” He stopped, his eyes turning a different shade of green. It was a softer, sea green, and they were misty. He brushed away a tear before he continued.

“My mother was the greatest woman I ever knew. But the greatest woman living right now is you. I think that’s why it was so easy to love you. You’re so much like her that it’s impossible not to. You do so much for me, and never ask for anything in return. You take care of me, emotionally, physically… Let me take care of you. I want- no.. I NEED you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.” You muttered before crashing your lips into his, quickly throwing your leg over him to straddle him. His breath hitched and a low groan emitted from the back of his throat, causing you to subconsciously grind against him. He gripped your hips, causing you to repeat the motion, his fingertips pressing hard in to your skin. Your tongues danced lightly together and after a second, he softly bit your bottom lip, causing a tiny moan that was muffled by your mouths. You reached behind you, attempting to grip his already solid erection, but failed. He had grabbed both of your wrists, bringing his mouth to the sensitive lobe of your ear. “Not yet sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

He laid you down as gently as he could, never breaking eye contact with you. It drove you mad. Those emerald green eyes were setting you on fire, every inch of you covered in goosebumps. It took you a minute to process what was happening. Dean was trailing kisses from your mouth to your collarbone, down your neck, anywhere his lips could reach. His fingertips trailed lazily at the hem of your sweatshirt, tickling the sensitive skin of your hips. He pushed his hand a bit farther, slowly, expecting you to stop him. When you sat up and pulled it above your head, Dean grew wide eyed, the lust and desire clear on his face. He wanted you. Dean Winchester wanted YOU.

He had your bra unclasped and thrown to the floor before you could blink, cupping one breast, thumbing your nipple, and taking the other in his mouth.

You sucked in a breath as his tongue swirled around your nipple, teeth grazing and nibbling in all of the right ways. You pushed your chest toward him, aching for more of this deliciously handsome man. Without a word, he had your leggings pulled off, his fingers touching every inch of skin they could reach. He kissed your inner thigh, leaving a mark that you’d look at and smile later. “Y/F/N… You are so stunning.” He said proudly. He left a wet, warm trail of after kiss up your body, kissing your lips gently before placing his thumb in the general proximity of your clit, still covered by your panties, and rubbed painfully slow circles. Your pussy was already on fire, dripping wet for him, and he knew it.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He assured you quietly, thumb never stopping their circles around your sensitive nub. “I want this, Dean.” You said as seductively as you could, and that’s all it took. Before you could compose a thought, Dean was at your feet, your panties in his hand like a trophy. He looked like a God, standing at the foot of your bed, his golden muscles prominent in the harsh glow of the bunker lights. He pulled your legs apart and you sank into your pillow, your breathing quickened by the sudden realization. Dean didn’t waste any time placing himself between your sex, his breath hot on your core. He placed an arm over your waist to keep you from bucking, as he licked a slow stripe up your folds, the sensation causing you to shiver. He looked up at you and moaned into you, the vibrations making you sink even further into your pillow.

He showed no mercy. He found your clit with his tongue, flicking it slowly at first, and then he picked up his speed, sliding a finger in your dripping entrance. He was thrusting quickly, his finger curling to find your g-spot and a wave of pleasure threatened your core. You were close. “Dean..” You managed to say his name, however shaky. “I know baby. Unbutton my jeans.” You did as he said without hesitation, and he came up to kiss you while trying to line himself up with your entrance. “If it hurts..” You shut him up with a kiss, pulling his hips toward you.

He slid in the tip, groaning. His eyes were half-lidded, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. Without warning, he thrust into you hard and fast, causing a scream to erupt from your lungs. He smiled, pumping in and out of you faster, harder, his entire length filling you. He was huge, bigger than you’d ever had, for sure. “Baby, I need you to come.” He whispered, sweat forming on his brow. You were close, dangerously close. “Dean..I’m going to-” he cut you off by sliding his index finger over your lips, and you took it in your mouth, wetting it for him. He pulled it from your lips with a plop! And found your clit, rubbing quickly, his thrusts becoming sloppy and needy. Like a bolt of thunder, your orgasm shot through you, the walls of your sex clenching tightly around Dean, which sent him over the edge, coming inside of you with one last thrust and an extremely sexy shudder. He swooped in to kiss you, his body resting haphazardly with yours, the two of you tangled up. “That was perfect.” He said with a lazy grin, and you nodded, kissing the top of your head. The two of you cuddled for a minute or so, Sam’s heavy boots hitting hard down each step of the bunker floor. “Y/N? Dean? I picked up breakfast and I have some news. Get dressed and get your asses upstairs!”