Ovulating while demisexual is so weird. I was minding my business, listening to music, waiting at a deli for a sandwich today when i looked over and
There was this person named Rory, very tattooed, and i ... just ... like wanted them. Full feral no brain YOU come here. Electric.
They were with a co-worker so i did nothing other than admire from a distance and go about my business.
Had i been at a club i would have hauled it in a bit and said something like "i like your vibe. Can i give you my number?" Like 100% that but my body was so LOUD that i think there was a 25% chance i would've just made out with them if they were amenable.
Ovulating. Obviously.
My brain was hijacked!! 😤
And it feels pleasant at the time but very disquieting when my usual copacetic hormone situation returns.
Hilariously out of character, not only because I'm demisexual and even if i do find someone attractive there's a long pause before i feel comfortable escalating to anything sexual but also because Rory was fairly masculine and of the few times I've made out with people at clubs in my life, 95% of them were... not masculine. Maybe like five times in my life, which is not much since I'm older than time. And like two were definitely at the Russian trance night downtown when that was still a thing 😇
But gosh. Rory. Congratulations on your hotness, you are trouble i both want and should avoid lol 😻😲
Synopsis: Jean is a rugby player, and the star of his team. When a Ayoub, a player for the opposing team shows interest in him. The two make a date away from prying eyes. While on their date, a teammate of Jean sees them kissing. Revealing this information to the team starts discourse.
TWs 😟: Manipulative family member, off page death of parents
Main Takeaway 🏹: This book is a masterpiece
Synopsis 📜: Beck is on a journey to meet his father’s family in Montana when he meets the most stunning woman he has ever laid eyes on. When it turns out that she is a close family friend to his father’s family, he takes it as fate and accepts her help in the process. Avery is on her way home for good after 3 years away in Paris working in fashion when she stumbles across a pair of very familiar blue eyes and can’t stop thinking about her newly acquired family friend.
Personal Thoughts 🤔: This book will be on my mind and heart for a very long time. Some of my favorite things about reading include scenes with big revelations, important conversations, and love and this book was the perfect mix of all three things! I cried tears of joy for Beck throughout the whole book as he discovers a life he should have had and a family dynamic he was denied. I thought the pacing was perfect and the chemistry between Beck and Avery is the stuff of dreams.
Just spent the better part 2 days rereading Instant Attraction in its entirety and God am I ravenous for a man like Dean Winchester to treat me the way he does to our girl. Fuckkkkkkkkkkk 🥵🥴😋🥰😏😏😏😏😏
Summary: Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves?
— Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.
Chapter Warnings: A little smut, a little angst, a little fluff to wrap it up.
WC: 2,774
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Dean wakes spooned around her the next day. He breathes a sigh of relief at the fact that she’s still here and didn’t slip out in the night.
It was a close call yesterday. The hours he waited for her to come around were filled with dread. He’d rather not think back to it.
Y/N needed some space and Dean gave her that. After she left and retreated to her own room, he heard the shower running from the bathroom on the landing, and that’s when he took one himself. She came downstairs two hours later but she acted as normal as things could be, which should have calmed his nerves somehow, yet, it didn’t.
He still didn’t know what it was that had her avoiding him in the first place and he really didn’t dare to ask. Maybe it was a woman thing. The thing where they say that everything’s fine, but really, they are anything but fine. You just have to give them time and once they have calmed down, everything’s good again. Perhaps.
Nonetheless, he was still determined to ask her about it after they ate, because he thought that maybe her empty stomach had an impact on her mood as well. He’s not very good company either when he’s hangry.
Dean really wanted to talk to her, he really did, but then they settled on the couch and one thing led to another, and when Y/N got on her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth, he forgot everything else including his own goddamn name.
Once he had gotten some control back from the way her throat constricted around his shaft, she pulled off with a lewd pop before ridding herself of her t-shirt. Her hands press her tits together only to let the saliva – which had accumulated in her mouth due to her blowing him – to dribble down her cleavage. And before Dean could wrap his mind around what was happening, he felt her tits squeeze his length as she moved her torso up and down, creating a tight and slippery channel between her boobs for him to fuck into. Needless to say, the control he had regained a couple of minutes ago went back right out the window.
When she rode him afterwards, he ran his hands all over her while she wrapped her tiny fingers around his throat, choking him so good Dean had an out of body experience. He came so hard, that his vision was full of white spots even five minutes later.
So, yeah, there was not a lot of talking involved after, because all they could do after lazing around on the couch and watching TV, was stumble back up the stairs and into his bed, but Dean was happy not to talk for a while longer if it meant that he could have her like this, in his arms, all sleepy and cute.
The sun is already starting to show based on the yellow light that spills into his room. He’s content just holding her right now, but apparently, it’s not supposed to last because a couple of minutes later, his alarm cuts through the lazy morning, shrill and annoying. Reaching a hand back, he silences the offending device on his nightstand.
He can feel her stirring in his arms. Dean holds her tighter, buries his face into the nape of her neck, and places a gentle kiss on her exposed skin. “You have somewhere to be today?” He asks while he nibbles his way to her shoulder and back.
“Mmhh,” she hums contently, running her fingers up and down his forearm around her front. “I don’t. But you have to get to work.”
“I don’t.” He bites at the juncture where her shoulder meets her neck, causing her to gasp breathlessly, only to suck at the skin to ease the pain.
“What?” Y/N lifts her head, tilts it to be able to look at him.
He smiles at her sleepy form, lids only half open, eye boogers crusting in the corner of her eyes. Still, she’s probably the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
Dean kisses her nose. “You heard me. I texted Benny to tell him I’m not coming today.” He really did. It’s probably the only coherent thing he was capable of thinking of doing before sleep. Unlike the alarm that he forgot to cancel, apparently.
Swiftly, she turns around in his grip, and all of a sudden, Dean has a handful of ass in his palms. He squeezes it, for good measure, while she plants kisses from his throat to his jaw. “We have a full day together?”
“We do – fuck!” His whole body jerks when there’s a sudden feeling of her hands wrapping around his morning wood.
He already leans down to capture her mouth while she strokes him lazily when another sound diverts his attention. Her stomach is rumbling, very loudly. Dean leans down anyway, stealing a kiss with a chuckle. He then extracts himself from her and moves to sit up. “Go get showered, I’ll go make breakfast.”
Y/N stretches on the bed while she kicks the sheets halfway down, revealing her breasts which he fucked just last night. His morning wood is straining, pointing upwards and looking a little angry.
“But we were just about to– I mean, I can wait.”
Dean bends to kiss her forehead, can’t resist palming at a tit, fingers twirling at the pebbled nub. “It’s no hardship. Believe me, you need food for what I’m planning on doing to you today.”
There’s color rising to her cheeks, and she grins while gently biting down on her lips. He has to kiss her again before he pulls away, thinking that if he doesn’t leave now, they’ll probably stay in bed the whole morning, which will probably cause her to pass out on him at one point or another. He can’t let that happen. Y/N moans softly when he breaks the kiss but then she scrambles up to walk into the shower like the good girl she is.
Dean picks at the clothes strewn around the bed, slips into his sweatpants sans underwear and forgoes wearing a shirt. Before going down, he goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then he’s ready to cook her breakfast. He intends for it to be the best breakfast she’ll ever have. Maybe he can get her to stay with the promise he cooks her breakfast every day. It’s wishful thinking, he knows.
*
Dean loads the bacon and scrambled eggs on a plate and is carrying it over to the dining table when she comes down the stairs in one of his shirts. Her legs are bare, and he’s not sure if she’s wearing anything underneath, but he’s ready to find out.
He hands her the mug of coffee he had ready for her while he sits down on the chair. Dean can clearly see her brows furrow in confusion because there’s only one plate and he is sitting right in front of it, but honestly, he cooked so much, there’s no way he can eat it all by himself. Well, he could if he wanted to feel sick after. But no, the plate is meant to be shared.
“C’mere,” he pats his thigh.
Her frown disappears, replaced by a grin on her face as she sets down her mug and happily sits down in his lap. She wriggles with her hips, getting his dick to wake up, and Dean places one hand on her thigh to still her after a while.
His palm travels up the inner of her thigh, needing to find out if she’s wearing anything underneath his shirt. He swallows thickly when the tips of his fingers brush against her slick.
“Christ, Y/N, you’re really out to kill me,” Dean growls close to her ear, and sucks in a breath when she gyrates her hips, moving it on his fingers and crotch to gain friction. “Needy little thing.”
“Hhhm,” she hums contently.
The thing is, she knows exactly how much power she has over him, and Dean gladly lets her have it. What does that say about him?
With one hand, he pushes her forward a little, sliding her down his thighs. She leaves a trail of slick along his grey sweats. Dean curses under his breath.
Quickly, he pulls at the waistband, frees his now aching dick, his slit already beaded with precum. Holding it by its base with one hand, he uses his other one to pull her back. While she slides back towards him, the tip of his cock catches at her entrance, causing him to be fully sheathed inside of her heat once her back is pressed against his front.
They groan out in unison with him shuddering a little at how good it feels to be back inside of her. God, he could stay like this for eternity, engulfed by her warmth, fitting snuggly in her cunt.
As soon as he has himself under control so as not to just come on the spot like a hormonal teen, Dean scoots the chair forward to be closer to the table. He picks up a fork and hands it to her, which she takes but not without turning her head to frown at him.
He smirks, “Now we eat.”
“What?”
Picking up his own fork, he shovels a load of scrambled egg into his mouth and grins around the bite, “Eat. You need the energy to keep up with me, baby.”
With a sigh, Y/N turns her face to the plate, picks up a strip of bacon one handed while she scoops up a forkful of eggs with the other. All the while she moves her hips, trying to get him to fuck her.
“Shhhh,” he coos, his chin on her shoulder, lips close to her ear, “If you’re a good girl and eat up, I’ll fuck you when we’re done. For now, just warm my cock, yeah?”
Dean can’t really believe his own words, because every fiber in him wants to just fuck her senseless, but he’s going to drag it out because why rush when they have the whole day ahead of them? It’s going to be so fucking good and he literally can’t wait. His dick twitches when he thinks about what he wants to do to her later. Perhaps they can go to a sex store. He could get her a plug to warm her up with, so he’d be able to claim her ass later. That’s pretty much a possibility, something he looks forward to.
They continue to eat in silence, with Y/N occasionally squirming and letting out a whimper when his dick hits her particularly deep while he moves to reach the toast or his coffee. Dean chuckles every time. It’s actually a miracle his dick isn’t getting softer during the fifteen minutes he’s inside of her, but she’s so snug, all wet and warm. A fucking dream. His dick doesn’t even get a chance to deflate.
As soon as they polished off the last remains of the breakfast from the plate, he makes her move the dish and mugs over to where they wouldn’t be in the way, before he stands up and pulls his cock out of her, which is rewarded with a needy whine. But he only turns her around and spreads her out on the table like she’s his dessert, before he pushes the shirt up until it bunches around her armpits and quickly slips his wet dick back inside while he palms her tits.
Her legs are spread and Dean spits into his free hand, bringing the pad of his slick fingers to her clit to rub at it as he watches her breast bounce while he fucks her harshly.
“Such a fucking good girl,” he coos, “warming my cock so well and now you get your reward, baby.”
“Hhm, y-yes, fuck–!” Her hands grab at the edge of the table for purchase, shoving right back at him with each of his pumps. She’s already close, he can feel it, her pussy clenching more and more with each stroke of his fingers on her clit.
“Come on my cock, Y/N, can you do that, hhm? Be a good girl, baby.”
“Uh-huh. Oh fffff—shit, I’m coming on your cock, oh god,” she cries out while her eyes are fluttering close—
“—I’m home!”
Immediately, Y/N’s eyes are wide open again, and Dean’s own bulge out of his head while he scrambles for his pants that are around his thighs.
“Jesus, fuck–” His stepson appears from around the corner and while he claps a hand over his eyes, Dean’s pretty sure that the boy got an eyeful of what they were doing.
Fuck.
She climbs down off the table and pulls the t-shirt down to her thighs, holding it there before she bolts out of the kitchen and up the stairs, her footsteps thumping heavily.
Dean meanwhile scratches at the back of his neck while he looks apologetic. Shit. There’s, like, not one good way to spin this.
“You guys! Seriously?”
“Ben–”
“–No, I don’t want to hear it! Ewwww, no! Fuck, Dean! We eat at that table! Now I cannot eat there anymore without seeing you two… Ewwwww, fuck! Oh god, I think I’m going to throw up.”
He pulls his face back while he blinks in confusion. What? And that’s what Dean sputters out, a little incredulous, “What? I screw around with your girlfriend and the only thing that you’re worried about is not being able to eat at the table anymore?”
“My–” It’s Ben’s turn to blink, “My what?” The boy blinks again before his lips form an ‘o’. “Oh, Ohhhhhhh!” And then, what comes out next makes Dean frown. Ben laughs. Loud and clear, throwing his head back and all.
Who is this? A psychopath? Why does he laugh when Dean’s just been fucking his girlfriend? He doesn’t know what’s so funny about it, honestly.
“Oh my god, that’s a good one,” Ben hiccups, fingers brushing the tears away from the corner of his eyes. “Fucking priceless. You should have seen your face, Dean!”
Dean frowns. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Jesus, you are so fucking dense. She’s not my fucking girlfriend! We’re best friends and that’s about that. I just spent a week with a girl who’s my real girlfriend now.”
He looks at his surrogate son with a slack jaw. And finally, the penny drops. Dean scrambles around the dining table, immediately running towards the stairs, leaving Ben to make fun of him some more.
Reaching the landing, he takes four long strides until he’s able to curl his fingers around the knob of the door to her makeshift room and bursts right in. Y/N’s sitting on a chair at the desk, scrolling through her phone. When she looks up at him, there’s a crease between her eyebrows.
Immediately, Dean’s by her side, scoops her up and takes her place on the chair before sitting her sideways down on his lap. She fits perfectly there. He curls his palm around her cheek, tilting her head back and making her look at him.
Dean presses his forehead to hers before he lifts his head up to place a kiss on the place between her eyebrows. “Stay,” he mumbles against her skin. “Please, stay?”
It’s her who pulls away from him. The crease between her brows deepens.
“I know you’re not his girlfriend. And I know it’s selfish but now that I know I can have you near me, I don’t want you to go. Stay here with me. Don’t go to New York,” he says finally, smirking a little shyly.
“Took you long enough,” she chuckles before she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, “I want to stay. But what happens after I graduate?”
“We’ll figure it out.” He kisses the top of her head. “Please?”
She laughs, her breath warm against his exposed skin, “You’re an idiot.”
“Oh, no doubt about it.” Dean agrees, and before his nerves get the better of him, he adds with his next breath, “So, if you’re not his, do you want to be mine?”
Dean’s not going to lie, he was nervous before but the way she presses her lips to his with a whispered ‘yes’ practically seals the deal. His heart jumps in his chest but not from shame or out of guilt. Instead, it’s from happiness and sheer joy that he gets to have her and is finally able to call her his.
..FIN
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