Lust
Dean x Reader
Warnings: Smut (NSFW, MUST BE 18, protected sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, is almost fisting a thing, multiple positions (implied too), choking, biting, use of toys.) Fluff if you squint...started out like...PWP, i think....if i got the abbreviation right.....
Summary: When a one night stand leaves Dean feeling unsatisfied, and hearing his crush getting off in the room next to him, he figured it’s time to face the truth.
Word count: 2230
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a/n: this is, very, very explicit, NSFW, and I’ve never written anything this explicit before, I don’t think. Please, please, be 18 or older when clicking on these or I’ll block you. But, I bet Tumblr being Tumblr is going to delete the shit out of this. But we’ll see...In my defense! I wasn’t planning on it being this smutty, but it did. It just happened. Hope you enjoy, Ice Bath’s sold separately.
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“Dean.” she whined.
She laid on her stomach as Dean pounded her from behind. Her walls twitched around his hard length as an indicator to him she was close.
Dean let out a breathy grunt and a chuckle escape. The man was a tease, especially to his women.
“You gonna cum, like the good little cum slut that you are?” Dean asked lustfully.
“Ah.” She moans. And with every exhale a moan escapes with each thrust Dean delivers to her.
And that coil snaps. Her back arches upward, spasming up and down as her walls clenched around him hard as she came.
His thrusts began to spasm, and shutter as he came into the condom.
As he came down from his high, still inside her, he knew she heard him. The walls are thin in this motel. But he couldn’t bear the rejection if he told her how he felt about her. So a bar waitress had to do. But it wasn’t her.
He pulls himself free, discarding the used condom and heads to the bathroom to clean himself up. Coming back out with a wetted down washcloth and cleaned up his one night stand.
“Not bad.” She panted. As she tried to sit up.
“Yeah, not bad.” He agreed. His voice lifeless.
“Well, we both needed some kind of release. And we got it.” She says simply. “Do I owe you anything?” she asked.
“I don’t ask for money, and I don’t pay.” He says.
“Fair enough.” She says. Then looks at the clock. “Well, I better get back to the bar.” She says, getting up on wobbly legs. Not before long, walking out the door on steady ones.
He lets out a heavy sigh. He doesn’t know what to do at this point. He’s had so much of these, and he wants to actually settle down. And he even thinks he’s found the one for him. But he can’t tell her, he’s scared he’ll lose her.
She joined the Winchester’s after their hunt took them to her. There had been killings in the area that scream witch and they all pointed to her coven.
Here’s a twist. She’s not the coven leader, her mom is. And she was super twisted. And her daughter knew it too. Just as when they were going to kill her for the murders, the mom attacked and tried to kill her own daughter. But the Winchester’s intervened before it could escalate to that. And she tapped into her power to protect them from her mother too. She was a good witch. She knew the difference between right and wrong unlike most witches.
She was gorgeous. Her long [h/c] hair, straight with a few natural waves. Even some natural highlights. Her gorgeous, big [e/c] eyes. Her body was perfect, with all the right curves. She may not have found her body attractive. But Dean did. Most of the time he can’t stop staring at her. Sam would give him bitch faces because he wasn’t admitting the obvious. He has a crush, and he doesn’t want to act on it.
Just even thinking about his feelings about her, not only make him horny but he can feel himself growing hard again at the thought of her.
What pulls him out of his horny mind were moans. Too high pitched to be Sam’s.
“Oh yeah.” The voice yelled with pleasure behind the wall.
Was, was that y/n?
He got up, made himself somewhat decent in a light brown Henley and black sweats and heads to her room. And he hears her climax through the door.
He waits for her to come down before he knocks.
She opens the door, her skin flushed, red in the cheeks. Her gaze, like she just had a great orgasm and he could tell.
“Um,” Dean stammers.
“I was wondering if you…” he tries to ask her.
He’s really struggling.
She chuckles. Seeing him blush. He can feel the heat on his cheeks.
“Well spit it out Dean.” She says kindly.
“Can, um…can I stay with you?” he asks.
“You sure?” she asks.
He nods. Not trusting his words. Afraid he’ll say something stupid he might regret.
She’s wearing her boy shorts underwear, a tight tee with a band Dean had never heard of on it.
Just watching her walk back into her room. Her hips swaying with each step. Her long, flawless legs, he can barely hold it together.
She turns and notices he hasn’t moved an inch.
“Dean are you okay?” she asks. full of concern. “Do I need to get Sam?” she asked.
Dean shakes his head, snapping out of it. “No, I’m fine.” He says.
“Says the man, blushing in my doorway.” She says with a smirk crossing her arms.
Her breasts, as her arms squeeze them. They’re not too big or too small. They’re perfect. Her stomach, though visible, he found all of her perfect.
She realizes now the situation.
“Dean, I think you need to just come out and say it.” she says chuckling.
“Say what?” Dean asks.
“I’m not blind Dean, I can see you checking me out.” She says.
She chuckles when she sees him blushing more.
“Get in here.” She says with a ear splitting grin.
He does as told and shuts the door behind him.
“Dean, it’s okay. I’ve had a crush on you too.” She admits.
“Y-you do?” he says.
“Yeah, I do.” She says, undoing her arms.
“I just…” she says.
“Didn’t know how to act on it.” Dean finishes for her. She nods.
“I was scared.” He admits.
“Scared of what Dean?” she asks.
“Scared that, you’d say no, or…hate me.” Dean admits.
“Dean, I’d never hate you. I just don’t have it in me to hate anyone.” She admits.
Dean was amazed at her kindness. When he looked at her with the amazement, he caught himself staring at her more.
Her face, her plush lips. Her skin was so natural it didn’t need make up, nor her lips or eyes. She was all kinds of perfect.
She caught him staring again and walks up to him.
“See something that you like?” she asks lowly.
She’s close to him, he wraps his arms around her waist, hands resting on her hips.
“Yeah I do.” He says.
Their lips inching closer and closer. Before lightly touching in a sweet kiss. And slowly builds.
His hands roam her body, exploring each part of her. Lifting her shirt off, revealing her in no bra, her breasts giving a slight bounce as it is released from the confines of said shirt.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice slightly growling.
She nods. And he palms the soft flesh. Giving each sensitive bud a squeeze, twirl between his fingers. Earning a moan that escapes her mouth.
It had to be the sexiest thing he’s heard all night.
His lips found hers again in a heated kiss. Their tongues had long entered each other’s mouths, trying to fight for dominance in the kiss.
All manners are out the window, clothes were flying off of their bodies. Scattering all over the room.
They walk, lips not leaving each other’s, stammering towards the bed.
Her back slamming on the bed as his lips explored her most sensitive areas.
Peppering kisses down her jaw line, lapping his tongue around her ear lobe, earning a moan from her.
“You like that, don’t you.” He growls in her ear.
Her hips, involuntarily bucked against him.
“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles.
“Need you.” She pants.
“We got time sweetheart.” Dean says, lowering himself down her body. Kissing her shoulder blade, down to her breasts. Licking the hardened bud earning yet again another moan.
Licking and kissing his way down her stomach he sucks at the soft flesh at her pelvic bone.
He’s so close to her dripping core.
She can feel his hot breath hovering before he dived in, leaving her with no preparation from the teasing he has done so far.
She gasped for air when she felt his warm wet tongue lick her sensitive lips. And he dives into her, eating her out nice and slow. Slowly circling her very sensitive bud, building her up as he continued to tease her.
He sucks on her clit, earning a strangled wanton moan. Her hand found the back of his head. Telling him she likes it and for him to continue. And he does as she wishes.
He brings his hand, pushing one digit into her, earning a small buck from her hips. Not before he slams all four fingers into her. Pulling an orgasm right out of her as his fingers ran across her g-spot perfectly.
Her walls squeezing tightly around his fingers, earning a strangled moan slash scream to escape from her mouth.
He pulls his lips away, pumping her through her high. Even getting squirted on as clear warm liquid ejaculates out of her heated core.
“That was so fucking hot.” He says lustfully. Climbing back up to her, kissing her hard with a hungry kiss.
He pulls himself close, his hard length rubbing between her wet pussy lips. Pulling away only to line himself up at her entrance. But pauses and looks at her, silently asking for permission.
She nods. Spreading her legs wider for him. And in one thrust he is fully seated in her.
She throws her head back with a moan.
“Oh god.” She moans.
He felt so good in her. She even feels so good with him in her. It was as if they were made for each other.
He pulls himself almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her, hard. And begins to move in her.
The bounce he is giving her, he grasps her breasts, earning another gasp from her.
“So fucking hot.” He pants.
He can feel himself about to come, but knows she’s nowhere close.
“Harder.” She pants.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, fuck me hard Dean!” she screams.
His hands found her shoulders as he uses that as momentum to push his dick harder and harder with each thrust.
“Rougher!” she eventually yells.
His hands wrap around her neck. Her hands on his wrists, ready to give him the safe tap.
He begins to squeeze, more and more, hearing her breathing becoming more strangled.
She gives him two taps on the arm. And he releases.
It was as if the lack of oxygen was a huge turn on.
Her back arches off the bed, and she comes with a scream.
Her walls clamping hard around him, nearly taking him down for the count. Draining him dry.
She pushes on his shoulders, now Dean is on his back and she is riding him hard and fast. A look of power and lust, hungry in her eyes.
Her hands stayed placed on his shoulders as she rides her hips up and down on his length. His hands on her hips helping her.
And she gives him equal treatment, she slides her hands closer to his neck. He nods, giving her permission. She can hear the same strangled breathing, and lets go and Dean is coming again. Bucking into her frantically as he’s coming.
She pauses, catching her breath.
“I got toys.” She says.
She see’s a devilish smirk flash across the Winchester’s face.
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“Dean.” She whines.
Dean pounds her from behind. Holding her up right as he pounds into her asshole, thrusting one of her many dildos into her other hole.
“You like it when your full, don’t you sweetheart.” He growls in her ear.
Her hands wrap around Dean’s head to help keep her up right.
Dean, with a twist of his wrists thrusts the toy up at an angle, earning a yelp from her.
“Gonna cum all over this toy, like you’ve cum around my hard cock?” he asks.
She lets out a groan like moan. She was close, and him talking dirty to her was such a turn on.
With a few more skillful thrusts with not only the toy but Dean’s cock as well, she comes hard, writhing in Dean’s arms.
He comes just as hard, feeling her muscles spasming around him, bringing him to his end.
Hiding his moan and scream she feels his teeth bite hard near her shoulder and neck. Her back had arched so when her head threw itself back into the crook of Dean’s neck. She can see the many marks she has laid out on him.
Spent, the pair fall back down onto the bed.
“Wow.” She pants.
“Wow indeed.” He says, panting just as hard.
“That was amazing.” She says, tossing around to face him.
His arms wrapped around her as her chin laid on his chest.
“I think amazing is an understatement.” He says. “It was more than amazing. That was heaven.” Dean adds.
She laughs.
“That it was.” She agrees.
“You alright?” Dean asked.
“I’m good, you?” She asks back.
“Oh, I’m more than good.” He answers.
The pair find themselves gazing into each other’s eyes.
“What do you see?” Dean asks y/n.
“The future.” She says happily.
“And what do you see in your future?” he asks.
“You.” She answers.
“I see you too.” Dean adds.
The pair kiss sweetly, before pulling the covers over their naked bodies and letting the feel good hormones do their thing and pulling them into a deep sleep.
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Yeah, I know I’m 10 minutes early, so what.
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