Busy Days
⋆˚࿔ Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, praise, use of good girl, not proofread, this is kinda ass
⋆˚࿔ Pairing: Dean Letourneau x Fem!reader
⋆˚࿔ WC: 1.6k
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The past few weeks had been too long and exhausting for you and Dean. Giving you barely any time for each other. The only time the two of you were alone was at night when the both of you were entirely too exhausted to do anything. The only thing you wanted to do was cuddle up and sleep.
Which led to the both of you being frustrated and horny. It’d definitely been the longest you both went without having sex since being together. All you wanted was Dean. It was all you thought about sometimes. Someone would be talking and you’d be thinking about him fucking you. Your friends and family would have to snap you out of it and ask if you were listening, to which you awkwardly had to tell them to repeat themselves again.
The sound of grumbling from beside you snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to glance over at Dean, letting out a small giggle when you saw him covering his eyes to block out the sunlight. You rolled over to face him, gently pulling his hand away from his pretty face. He put up no fight, letting you pull his hand down. As soon as he made eye contact with you, a soft smile spread across his face, his freckled cheeks flushed from having his face shoved in his pillow.
“Hi baby.” His hand reached out to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest.
You let out a soft laugh before pushing his hair out of his eyes, “You look a mess, love.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek while continuing to run your fingers through his hair.
His lip formed into a very, very fake pout at your comment. “I just woke up, leave me alone.” He pulled your body on top of his much larger one. It was almost like he wanted you in his skin.
You were about to make a sarcastic comment when you felt something poking your thigh. “Dean…” You made eye contact with him, his cheeks still flushed but not from his pillow this time. You sat up, now sitting directly on the problem.
“M’sorry, I can’t help it.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. It didn’t matter how long you had been together, you’d always managed to make him nervous in times like these. “You just look really pretty right now. And…” He trailed off, slowly looking down towards your chest. You looked down to see what he was looking at.
That’s when you realized, you’re wearing a white tank top and the room is freezing. Your nipples prominently poking through your shirt. “I’m sorry. I just woke up. I shouldn't be talking about this. I’m so sor-” Before he could finish you kissed him, silencing any words he was about to say. When you pulled back he had a big smile on his face, “What was that for?” His thumb lightly rubbed against your hip in a soothing motion.
“You weren’t gonna stop apologizing. And you don’t need to apologize. I’m not mad.” Your finger trailed down his chest, stopping at his waistband. “Just tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you. Please.” His voice was needy but not unusual. He typically begged until he got what he wanted, as much as he denied being stubborn. “Can I?” His fingers tugged at the bottom of your shirt.
You gave him a small nod, helping him pull the top off. He let out a soft groan when he finally got it off. He grabbed you to gently roll the both of you over, letting him pin you underneath him. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping to leave a few marks before leaning down to your soft peaks.
He looked up, waiting for permission. When you did, he latched on immediately, sucking and nipping gently. His hand cupped your other boob, flicking his thumb over your other nipple, letting a small smile appear on his face when you let out a soft moan.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, a string of drool connecting his lips and your nipple. He looked an absolute mess already, spit all over his chin, rosy cheeks, droopy eyes, and messy hair. “These too?” He pointed down at your pajama pants.
“Go ahead.” You assured him, lifting your hips to make it easier for him. Once everything was off he quickly stripped out of his boxers, tossing them with the rest of your clothes that were now scattered on the floor.
He lined the head of his cock to your entrance, making eye contact with you to make sure you’re ready. When you give him the go ahead, he’s pushing in carefully. He worked slowly, getting you used to his size despite doing this often. He knew he was big so he made it as comfortable as he could.
He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your lips. “Doing so good, baby. Can I move a little faster now? I’ll be gentle.” His voice was soft with a small hint of desperation in his tone. You could tell he was finally getting confident in his actions.
“Please.” You whimpered out, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Need you Dean.” That made something in Dean snap, immediately picking up the pace of his thrusts.
You gripped at the sheets as he continued to pound into you. He leaned down to leave a few hickeys on your neck while continuing his fast but gentle thrusts. After every bite mark he’d leave, he would flatten his tongue and lick over the spot to soothe it.
“Doing so good f’me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” You didn’t even have to look to know he was smirking. The smirk was evident in his voice.
“I’m being a good girl.” You whined, hands going to his bare back, clawing down on accident. He didn’t tell you to stop. Just let out a loud groan and went faster, making you scream out his name repeatedly.
The feeling of you clenching around his cock felt heavenly. But without warning he pulled out suddenly, making you whine at the loss of being filled. Before you could say a word he was moving your body. Gentle but firm grip on your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with your face shoved in the pillows.
“Arch your back more.” He commanded simply, leaving no room for arguments. When you listened he gave your ass a small slap. “Good girl.
You could feel him lining himself, shoving in and immedietly moving. Giving no time for adjustment. He moves at a brutal pace, letting out all his pent up frustration. “Missed this so much, baby.” He growled out, placing a firm slap to your ass. “Shh, I’ve got you. You’re doing so good f’me.” You cried out when he hit your g-spot, “There we go. That what you needed?” He grabbed onto your hips, allowing him to repeatedly hit your g-spot.
“D-Dean- ah! Gonna cum, please!” You gripped the sheets and bit down on the pillow.
“Go ahead baby. You’re being so good. Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” He felt you clench around him before you screamed out, coming hard around him. It wasn’t long after before he was coming inside you. He continued his thrusts gently until you were down from your high. Once you were he slowly pulled out, his cum oozing out quickly, leaving you feeling empty but content.
You felt him get up from the bed and walk out of the room. You were too tired to ask where he was going. You heard him starting a bath, the water sound echoing through the apartment. When he came back he turned you onto your back and you felt a warm washcloth gently wiping up the mess the two of you made.
“You okay, baby? Or was I too rough?” His eyes were filled with concern as he tossed the washcloth into the hamper.
“I’m okay.” You reassured him, giving a small tired smile. He slid his arms underneath you, picking you up as gently as he could.
“We’re gonna take a bath now, baby.” He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stepped into the bath with you still in his arms. He sat, lowering you to a sitting position, propping you up to lay your back against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to your hair, resting his chin on the top of your head after. His fingers absentmindedly moved up and down on your arm, “You okay? Sore?” He asked again, the concern still not leaving his voice. He was adorable when worried.
You let out a small laugh, “You already asked me that, Dean. I’m okay, just tired now. Didn’t exactly expect to wake up this morning and immediately have sex. I’ll drink a cup of coffee after this and be fine.”
He sighed before nodding. “Okay sorry. Just wanna make sure I didn’t hurt you. I’ll back off now.” He chuckled. “But at least let me wash your body when we’re done?”
“Deal.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. And laying back on his chest, appreciating the moment.
The rest of the day he babied you all day despite his previous words. After the bath he made your coffee for you, once you were done he insisted that you should stay in bed to get your rest, he made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you even when you told him you could handle yourself. In the end you gave in and let him take care of you, knowing you’d miss the treatment when you were both back to your classes and in dorm rooms instead of your shared apartment.
It was the one shitty thing about being young college students but neither of you would have it any other way. By the end of the night he had you in his arms, soothing you to sleep by stroking your hair. No more stress, no more built up frustration, just you and Dean. The way it will always be.
