“𝒀𝑼𝑴𝑴𝒀”
SYNOPSIS: reader can’t resist the vampire urges when it comes to fucking dean
CHARACTER: vampire!male reader x dean winchester
NOTE: hi y’all... i lost the plot somewhere in the middle btw..
WC: 2.3k
WARNING: vampire!male reader,, blood,, sum feisty dean just cause,, unprotected sex,, porn without plot,, anal,, anal fingering,, praise,, enemies with benefits (?),, cocky!reader,,
small huffs left dean’s lips as his chest heaved, hands fisting in the sheets. his eyes, hazy and unfocused were locked on you, your mouth specifically. he shouldn’t have even gotten himself into this situation in the first place. a hookup with a vampire? it reeked of life-long trouble. damn it all, it was dangerous and he knew it very well.
“relax.” you told him simply, your hands sliding to the underside of dean’s thighs, pulling him closer to you. “not gonna turn you.” you grinned, shifting your face lower. “you can handle a little bite, though. yeah?”
dean took a moment to process what you had said. “what?” he spoke, swallowing hard right after, then, furrowing his eyebrows. “what the fuck is that s’posed to mean? hey.” his voice was firm but he was squirming. he propped his palms on the matress and sat up. he was only in his boxers so the sight was.. delicious, to say the least. you meant it in both ways, obviously.
your fingertips slid under the fabric of his underwear, gently rubbing his skin. “what do you think, smartass?”
“uh-uh. you ain’t feeding on me, you leech. that wasn’t what we talked about.” dean defended immediately, his blinking excessive. his skin was hot to the touch though. “you hear me, right? i ain’t gonna have your filthy fangs in my neck.”
“who said anything about your neck?” you look up at him, your fangs visible as you give him a toothy grin. it only made dean stammer as he shifted his hips, his eyes zeroing on your sharp teeth. “..what? where the hell are you gonna bite then?” he questioned, his voice slightly breathless, though you didn’t miss the frustration etched in his face.
“here.” your word was quiet, but serious. dean’s eyes widened imperceptibly, watching as your mouth just inched closer to his inner thigh. “can i?” the question was simple, however dean knew it wasn’t like that. it may have sounded like it, but it was definitely a request.
“are you crazy? you wanna fuckin’ bite my thigh? you have any idea what the fuck you’re asking of me?” dean questioned, his tone taking an offended edge, his fingers gripping the sheets despite himself. “please?” you mutter with a pointed look, mouth open, waiting for the cue to go.
dean sighed heavily, clicking his tongue. he was regretting his decision before even making it. he knew he couldn’t resist you. “just this once. try to bite me again and i gut you.” he flopped back down on the bed, bringing an arm up to sling over his eyes. he didn’t want to watch.
a small, sharp hiss left dean’s mouth and his body twitched on instinct as your fangs sank into his thigh, breaking the skin. “mm.” dean hummed, clenching his fists. he could feel you drinking his blood from his thigh. jesus. when did he get this unhinged?
you didn’t necessarily need to feed on dean because you weren’t that hungry. but hey, why the fuck not? getting a taste of dean’s blood just before you ruin him? now that was thrilling. you hummed appreciatively against the skin, closing your eyes as you felt his blood seep into your mouth, the liquid warm and syrupy sweet. it effortlessly slid down your throat, your hands kneading the flesh of the back of dean’s thighs.
he squirmed again, and started to do so more often, his body twitching at the uncomfortable and somewhat painful feeling of your teeth in his thigh. he managed to stay quiet though, spreading his legs wider to feel more relaxed.
dean let out a small grunt as you finally pulled away and sat up, keeping your hands where they were. he finally looked at you and he really wanted to cringe at the sight—your pupils wide, mouth bloody and the blood smudged across your face, your fangs still visible—but he couldn’t. you were so attractive to him that no matter what you did, he would never think it’s off-putting.
“weirdo.” dean grumbled out, his facial expression a scowl. he moved his face away as you leaned down to try and kiss him. “now that’s a hell no. no.” he insisted, his hands landing on your shoulders to keep you at a distance. “don’t you like the metallic taste of blood?” you grinned. “i personally do. it’s one of my favourites actually. i could drink that shit for life.”
dean made an annoyed sound but quickly got distracted by the feeling of blood trickling down his leg. “you damn motherfucker.” he said breathlessly with no real bite, attempting to look down to assess the damage you had done. he squirmed again when your palm pressed to the puncture wounds, squeezing his leg. “ey—” just as he said that, you captured his mouth in a kiss. long, deep, passionate. you felt dean’s hands moving against your body, but he made no actual move to push you away as he reluctantly melted into the kiss, just slightly though, because soon enough, he let out a pissed off grumble into it. you knew why—it was the taste. the thought of him being pissed because of that made you grin against his lips.
“you’re a great kisser.” you mention, trailing your lips downwards, pressing insistent kisses all over his torso. it makes dean want to writhe but he holds it back. “of course i am. why would you expect any less from me?” he answered, watching you intently, his face a grimace despite the heat pooling in his gut. “come on.” you bring a hand up to lightly slap his face a couple times. “lighten up, you look mad.” your voice comes out as a whisper as you trail the kisses back up. dean grunts, shifting his chest up into your kisses. “i am. you fed on me, from my thigh mind you, like a freak, and then you kissed me with that stupid blood all over your face.” he complained flatly.
“oh, yeah. and? makes it better. i like putting on a show.” you smirk as you kiss him again, pushing him flat down onto the bed. dean’s own reciprocation is sloppy, a half-groan slipping out without his permission. he did cut it off, but as your hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, with the intent to take them off, dean gasped lowly. his reaction made you laugh. “oh? big ladies man stammers when getting his underwear taken off?” you tease. “be honest, do you fuck in the dark so your lady can’t see what you’re up to?”
“shut your mouth.” dean grumbled out, his hands now resting against the sides of your neck. he did, however, lifts his hips to assist you in discarding the piece of clothing. when the words “atta boy” left your lips, dean didn’t know if he wanted to just evaporate from plain sight or beat the shit out of you, so he just settled for flushing red, cheeks burning, though he did try his best to not let you see the results your words provided.
“open.”
“what?” dean questioned as he looked to your face, eyebrows furrowed.
“mouth. open.”
your words were simple. clear. dean watched as your hand inched closer to his mouth, and by some miracle he complied without protest or questions, parting his lips. an almost imperceptible noise left him as two of your fingers slid into his mouth, pressing against his tongue. dean knew how this went, he’s done it multiple times before. he never had it done to him though. maybe it was the need to show you how good he was in bed, or maybe he truly wanted to satisfy you because who would dean winchester be if his partner was left unsatisfied, needs not met and expectations not exceeded?
dean moved his left hand to your wrist, grasping lightly as he sucked on your digits, swirling his tongue around them, coating them in his saliva. he watched your face intently, the crease in his eyebrows still present. you raised your chin up a bit, licking your lips. in anticipation, maybe. “perfect.” you mutter, pulling your fingers out as bringing them down, between dean’s legs, nudging them open with your elbow. the hunter spread his legs a bit wider, looking down to watch your actions.
of course, you being you, you had to tease him a little. just to rile him up. your wet fingers traced the rim of his hole as dean shifted his hips up and away from your touch, though he quickly schooled himself and brought them back to their original position with a quiet wince. “dean.”
“what now?—”
his words are cut off by a kiss, once again, sloppy and messy. he relaxes for a moment before his whole body tenses as you push your fingers inside his hole. fuck, that kiss was a distraction. dean’s hips cant upwards, thighs clenching, hands descending to your chest, fingers digging into your skin with a low mewl. “you’re pretty. so so pretty, such a beautiful sight.” you breathe out with a grin, ducking your head to nip at the skin of his neck. dean threw his head back in response, baring his neck as if on instinct. “keep ‘em still.” you said, fangs grazing his pulse point. with a curl of your fingers, dean’s thighs threaten to close. they can’t, thankfully. you’re in-between them. “dean.” you use his name as a reminder.
”don’t- don’t order me around with your fingers up my ass. s’weird.” his voice was small, whiny even. he was breaking down and it was happening quick. with a twist of your wrist and another curl of your fingers, you got dean to keen and arch his back off of the bed. “good?” you mumbled, your mouth latching onto his pec. dean pursed his lips and then pulled them into a tight line, to keep the embarrassing, wanton sounds at bay as he scrunched his face up, shutting his eyes. eventually, he let out a breath he was holding, feet restlessly sliding back and forth, side to side and mussling up the sheets.
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“m-mm-m-m—” these little hums were what you got from dean as you fucked into him, your hands gripping the back of his thighs to keep him close. “come onnnnn,” you urged him with a breathless voice. “moan as loud as you want to. let me hear how good you feel, baby.”
a disgruntled sound left the hunter due to the pet name, as he turned his head to the side, pressing it into the pillow with continuous gasps, one hand on his chest, fingers clenched tight around his necklace, the other hand fisted in the sheets. his thighs trembled where you held them up, abdomen tense. he was sweaty, flushed from the tips of his ears down to his chest.
“ngh!—ah- fuck.. fuckin’ shi-i-itt..” he moaned, the noise like a melody, a soothing balm to your ears. the sound of your pelvis slapping against his ass was getting on your nerves, to be honest. you loved the way he his hole kept sucking you back in whenever you retracted your hips, lived for it, even. greedy little bastard. “mmh— m-motherfucker..” he groaned, voice low and raspy, barely coherent. dean’s whole body trembled and spasmed as you slid your hands down to his ass, gripping tight to pull him even closer, your cock deep inside, his hips now off the bed. both of his hands frantically moved up, fingers tightening on the edge of the headboard above him as a loud whimper escaped him. poor dean clenched his jaw so hard you swore you could hear his teeth grind together as he straightened his head, slamming it back into the pillow a couple times as your thrusts slowed down to the point where it was unbearable. he choked on your name, opening his eyes to look at you. with a satisfied groan, you guide his trembling hips to move in circles, before pulling him up a bit higher. you shifted the angle, which resulted in your cock hitting his prostate and oh—
“ghhh—god fucking damn it!” dean sobbed in a broken voice with a violent shudder, body twitching and tensing, trying to move away. you kept him in place though. ”uh-uh-uh. it’s okay, you can take it, big guy. you can take my cock like the good boy that you are, yeah?” you praised him mindlessly as you kept drilling into him with those deep, rough, unrelentless thrusts. dean was gasping for air as he sat up, wrapping his arms around your neck to hold onto you. you let him, of course, shifting to sit back on your heels as you just held him up, moving him on your cock. “ahaahahh..ah- oh- my god- oh f-uh-uck- fuckfuckfuckkk—”
dean’s leaking cock pressed against your abdomen as he clung to you like his life depended on it, trembling like a leaf in the wind as his fingernails pressed into your skin, raking them up involuntarily. whenever he fixed his hold, it happen over and over again. the sting of the scratches, his noises right in your ear, the lingering taste of his blood on your lips, his body against yours… it was all so fucking hot.
when your fangs grazed against his earlobe and you whispered some dirty nonsense against it, dean whimpered, pathetically so, thighs clamping down around your waist. “you’re in for a ride, dean. not getting away from this one so soon.”
the implication, the overwhelming feeling he was already getting drowned by made him cling to you even harder, if that was possible. dean’s sounds never came to an end, he didn’t even have a chance to close his mouth, the noises being so insistent, coming out unrestrained, like it was meant to happen. fuck.
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