Summary: When Y/N finds herself wide awake one night, she decides to do some cleaning around the bunker. While listening to Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and The Diamonds, she doesn’t realize he boyfriend is watching her move to the music.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, fluff, smutty goodness
Word Count: 2,448
Request: Can you do a Dean fic smut or fluff (either is fine) of the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds? Thanks so much! -Anonymous
Can you do a Dean fic inspired by the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Thanks! - @mdoodles101
A/N: Beka ( @impala-dreamer) has been a trooper and an angel. She edited three stories one after another for me! Thanks again sweetie you’re awesome! I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!
After a long hunt there were a few things you liked to do depending on how bad it was. You could either go straight to bed, have sex with Dean, of go for a run with Sam. Sometimes however, when all these things didn’t help, you were left with a sickening feeling deep within your gut. And that same sick feeling was making it impossible for you to sleep. So instead you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, Dean’s arm draped over your body as he snored softly. At least one of you was getting a good night’s rest.
After laying there wide awake for three hours you finally decided to use your time wisely. You carefully lifted Dean’s arm and slid out of bed. He groaned, turning over in the other direction and continuing to snore. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the wooden surface, sighing deeply; the sooner you got over the hunt, the sooner things would get back to normal.
So instead of sleeping, or in your case trying to sleep, you wandered around the bunker. You started in the kitchen, checking to see if there was anything the three of you needed on the next supply run. Seeing that you and Dean just went on one early this week, there was really nothing you needed. So you decided to go to the library to see if the books needed reorganized, but that was deemed useless seeing Sam kept it neat in there. For some damn reason there was hardly anything to keep you busy around the bunker tonight.
“This sucks,” you sighed, running your fingers over one of the book cases, “nothing to do but walk around mindlessly until I get tired I guess.” As you were turning to continue your midnight stroll you noticed your fingertips were filthy. Scrunching your nose up at the dark grey substance on your finger you looked back at the book case. Getting a closer look you noticed that the shelves were covered in dust. “Eww,” your eyes roamed around the library, “have we ever dusted in here?” you asked yourself, wiping the dust off on your black shorts.
Looking around the room, you decided this was a task that would drain you out. Deep cleaning was always tiresome, so you knew deep down inside that this was the sure fire way to knock you out. Heading to the storage closet, you made it your mission to make this room spotless, at least until you were so tired you could actually get some freaking sleep.
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Standing in the library, you sprayed the bottle of Pledge across the surface of the wood. The lemon scented cleaning product filled the library as you wiped the shelf off. You were right about this being an exhausting job. You had only cleaned half of the library and you still had the other half to go. You could always go to bed now, but you were never one to leave a job half finished. Once you started, you were going to see that the job was completed no matter how long it took.
And it wasn’t all that bad, you had your headphones on, music blasting through your ears as you moved your body to the rhythm of the songs. You swayed your hips to the beat, everything relatively calm and collected as you cleaned. But that was before Bubblegum Bitch by Marina & The Diamonds came on. Your heart started racing as the beat roared through your earbuds, and before you knew it you were dancing and jumping around to the beat of the music.
“Got a figure like a pin-up
Got a figure like a doll
Don't care if you think I'm dumb
I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie
I wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for”
Each word escaped your lips as you danced around the tables in the library. Your heart was racing as you gripped one of the chairs, swaying your lips as you continued to sing.
“I chew you up and I'll spit you out
'Cause that's what young love is all about
So pull me closer and kiss me hard
I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart”
You twirled your rag around your finger as you sang each word, not really caring if it was out of tune. You were in too good of a mood to care whether it sounded perfect of not. It wasn’t like Dean was up and watching you. He was back in bed, snoring like a bear as he dreamed away. At least that’s what you had assumed anyways as you hopped with the beat.
What you weren’t aware of was that your boyfriend was watching you shaking your ass as you cleaned. He was leaning against the wall to the entrance of the library, a smirk plastered across his face as he watched your body move. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was; he found himself an amazing and strikingly beautiful woman like yourself. And for some strange reason you had agreed to date him. You were way out of his league, and you were all his.
“I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
Hit me with your sweet love”
You sung loudly, bending forward slightly, shaking you ass.
“Steal me with a kiss
I'm Miss SugarPink, liquor, liqour lips
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch
I'm gonna be a bubblegum bitch”
You turned around, winking as you pointed to what you were expecting to be an empty corridor. Instead you found Dean smirking at you, his eyes roaming your body as you stood there in shock and total embarrassment. Your jaw dropped along with your rag as you quickly pulled your headphones out of your ears. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath from the intense solo dance session that you just had. While at the same time you were doing your best to figure out what to say to him.
“Dean,” you started, coughing slightly, “hey what are you doing up?”
“Well, I woke up with this killer need for a glass of water.” He pushed himself off the wall, walking down the stairs into the room. “So I had every intention of getting a glass of water, but on my way to the kitchen I heard you singing.” He stalked closer towards you, like a predator stalking his prey. “I followed it, only to find quite a show going on in here.”
“Sorry you had to witness the terrible dance moves.”
He kept walking towards you, licking his lips while he leaned against the edge of one of the several tables in the room. You simply cleared your throat, leaning against one of the pillars in the room, not saying anything else. He just eyed you up and down with the stupidest grin on his face. The silence felt like it was never going to end, so you just continued to stand there in silence, staring at each other.
“Who said I thought they were terrible?” His response took you by surprise as you cocked up an eyebrow. “I happen to think you're a wonderful dancer. Plus the way you ass looks when you sway your hips.” He took his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding his head slightly. “I'm the luckiest man on the planet.”
You laughed slightly, shaking your head back and forth. “Are you sleepwalking? You must be to have that kind of reaction to my dancing.” Turning on your heels you headed towards the kitchen. “I mean seriously Dean, dancing and me don't mix very well.” You heard footsteps behind you as Dean followed you down the hall. “But cleaning and moving around has pretty much made me exhausted,” you announced while washing the cleaning products off of your hands. “I'm ready to finally get some sle-”
Your words cut off as you felt something hard press against your clothed center. A breath caught in your throat as you gripped the edge of the sink, resisting the urge to grind against him. Dean’s hands gripped both sides of your hips. His rock hard cock pressed harder against your clit, making it throb slightly.
“Still think I’m lying about liking your dance moves sweetheart?” Slowly he began bucking his hips, the head of his cock moving perfectly over your swollen bundle of nerves. “You gotta learn to start believing me, you just have an affect on me that I can't explain.” His hands trailed up the curves of your body, cupping both your breasts in his large hands. Moaning at the feel of his thumbs brushing against your nipples, you pushed back against him. “And it’s nice to see that I have a certain effect on you too Y/N.”
“You always have a special effect on me Dean.” Moaning, you slowly began rocking against him, winning a squeeze of both his hands in return. “Always.” Gasping, you gripped the counter tighter allowing your head to fall slightly as Dean continued to massage your chest. His thumb and forefinger gently pinching your nipples, making your body arch into his touch.
“Are you too tired right now?” His plump lips brush against the tip of your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. Shaking your head in response to his question you reached back, doing your best to pull down his boxers. “Good.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe as he helped pull his boxers down, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
The second he pulled his hands away from your chest, both of you reached down pulling your own pajama bottoms down. The second they dropped to the ground, his erect cock was pressing against your throbbing center, slowly pushing the tip inside of you. Your nails dug into the counter as you took deep and shallow breaths. With each inhale and exhale he pushed himself deeper inside of you. He kept that up until he was fully seated inside of you, his hips stilling as the two of you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching your walls. The pleasure rushing through the two of you, but neither of you ready for that pleasure to end just yet. You wanted it to last, hell you didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
“God,” Dean growled in your ear, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you, “Y/N.”
You gasped as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, “Holy shit.” He thrusted a bit harder, your pussy burning with each thrust as his cock stretched you. Every move left you wanting more from him, every touch and caress of skin left you wanting more. So you pushed back against him, allowing his cock to slip deeper inside of you. The head of it slammed against your cervix, causing your back to arch as sweat began beading along your forehead. “Dean, fuck you’re so fucking big.” Whining you pushed yourself back more, wanting to feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you.
“Yeah you like that don’t you Y/N?” He gripped your hips harder, thrusting faster and harder inside of you. “You like it when I fuck you in the open like this? You know there’s a chance Sammy could walk in and see you like this.” He planted kisses down your neck, the only sound was your own moans and skin smacking against skin. “You are so fucking naughty Y/N.”
“I-I,” you tried to speak but a moan escaped your lips instead, “I am naughty Dean, I’m so naughty for you.”
He growled, moving faster inside of you, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. “Damn right, you’re my girl Y/N.” Gripping the counter you groaned loudly as he moved faster both of your orgasms coming closer to slamming into the two of you.
“I’m all yours Dean.” You moved back against him in time with his thrusts. Your hands clutching on the counter holding on for dear life as Dean fucked you hard.
It didn’t take long until the two of you were moving in perfect timing with each other. Every touch pushed both of you closer to the edge, and you both weren’t going to stop until you met that sweet blissful ending. It was the perfect way to end a productive night, and this was a sure fire way to knock you out. Great sex with Dean was always the cure to your sleepless nights.
The familiar tightening of muscles in your abdomen had you throwing you head back against Dean’s shoulder. They clamped and curled tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock along your inner walls. “Dean, fuck I’m close! Whatever you do don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna come for you Dean!”
“You’re going to come for me Y/N?” Nodding, your hands reached down, placing them on top of his own. “You want to come all over my big, thick cock baby?”
“Yes,” you whined as your breasts bounced as he thrusted harder, “I want to come for you, I want you to know how good you make me feel Dean.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his movements becoming erratic as he came closer to his climax. “Do it, come Y/N, come for me baby.” His words sent you over the edge, you came hard, his hand reaching up to cover your mouth as you came. His teeth bit down into your shoulder as his seed coated your walls, the two of you coming together.
Once the white dots started to fade, you remembered to breathe. Looking back at Dean, a smile curled on your lips seeing the blissful smile on his face. He grinned while looking at you through half closed eyes. You both were in no hurry to move, you were just enjoying the post orgasmic glow. Five minutes passed before Dean brought himself to pull away from you, slowing sliding out of you.
“Who would have known getting up for a glass of water would end up with me getting lucky?” He laughed, helping you pull up your pajama bottoms. “Talk about one hell of a midnight snack.” The two of you stared at each other as he pulled his boxers up before erupting into laughter. He was right, one solo dance session had lead to an amazing late night sex session. “Come on,” he wrapped his arm around you, leading you out of the kitchen. “Let’s get some sleep.”
I'm writing a shower sex drabble for Dean and I have no idea what to do! Send me a prompt, a quote, or a scenario through an ask! I really need some help with this guys!
