“pleasepleaseplease dean—” you’re crying, mascara streaking down your pretty little face—the very face dean winchester loves to plant sweet kisses all over and tell you just how beautiful you are when he’s feeling soft.
which is the opposite case at the moment. because he is as hard as a rock.
“shhh, mhm—i gotchu baby.” his thrusts are slow, but deep enough to have you whining and begging pathetically. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever, hearing you babble gibberish because you can’t even bring yourself to say two words because you’re so fucking cockdrunk.
his hips snap against yours again and he curses, trying so, so fucking hard not to absolutely fuck you up with his load right then and there when you let out the most twisted and pornographic: “oh, dean.”
he growls, grabbing your thighs to pin them up against your waist, making you cry out when he stares down at your tear streaked face. “shit—say that again.”
his head tilts back and you crack your eyes open, just barely able to make out his own shut and hear him groan. his hair’s a mess, thanks to you pulling and nearly ripping out his head when he had his gorgeous face in between your legs a few minutes prior. you catch the small beads of sweat trailing down his toned chest in the dim light and oh god was he not the hottest man you’ve ever seen.
“c’mon—you gon let me cum in you, yeah? say yes, hm? know you want it angelface—” he grunts, fucking you faster and harder. he knows he’s close—and he doesn’t want it anywhere but in you.
you have absolutely no idea what you’re saying yes to. cockdrunk.
his face is pressing into the side of your neck, and you feel his stubble graze your skin when he smirks like an idiot, lips travelling over your jaw to capture your own. he was claiming you. was this manipulative? i mean, just a little.
but after all, it’s dean.
“you want it here? huh?” his large hand presses on your abdomen, right where his bulge is sitting inside you with the outline poking out beneath your soft skin. you whine, nod furiously because he’s being mean. he lifts his head, grinning ear to ear as he watches you like a hawk. a fucking mess. “ah, ah. use your words sweetheart.”
you huff and puff, trying to get it together as your nails dig into the hard muscles of his biceps. god, his biceps. “yes—pleasepleaseplease oh my god.”
“gonna....” he slams back into you, harder than before, literally splitting you open. “gonna cum so fuckin’ hard in you—won’t be able to walk for days, yeah? fill ya up real nice with my babies.”
that was enough for you to choke out a moan, your orgasm hitting you hard and your vision almost blacking out when he pounded you straight into the mattress, his cock reaching your sweet spot so deep you just couldn’t bare it anymore.
he finishes right after and you let out a barely audible gasp, watching his cum begin to leak out of you, creaming around his cock still sitting still inside you and drip down onto the bedsheets.
later, you suggest just handwashing the sheets yourself for today. you’re not exactly sure the owners of the laundromat would appreciate catching dean and you coming in for the fifth time that week, washing the same bedsheets again.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry i’m ovulating clearly and jensen ackles is so yum and i haven’t posted in forever so hi
