Okay so this smut is kind of strange. It’s super weird and doesn’t make sense! Like, I barely know what’s going on in it. (: It’s based off of a Lana Del Rey song called “Wolf.” So the reader is “little red riding hood” and Dean is the “wolf.” It’s also supposed to be Dean after he gets out of Purgatory. So just mix the two together and this is what I came up with.
Warnings: aggressive Dean, SMUT, no plot, werewolf plot twist and naughty words.
Dim light was flowing through the breaks in the tree’s leaves above your head. The basket full of apples you were holding in the crook of your arm was starting to feel heavy as you looked around. Your mother had told you to deliver the sweet fruit and come home as soon as you were finished. Her instructions had been clear on how to maneuver through the thick trees, but you'd forgotten them a while ago. The trail split off several ways, and as you turned to look behind you, there seemed to be no way you'd ever find your way back. You take in a shaky breath, nervous that you'd be stuck out here forever. The sun was starting to set, which was only adding to your nerves. You decide to keep going the same way- hopefully the trail would lead you somewhere that would offer a way out.
The further you travel the darker it gets, and you're about to turn back when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. Your chest heaves with panic as you scan the trees surrounding you. There's nothing, but the hair standing up on the back of your neck says otherwise. You swallow loudly, your throat suddenly dry. Again you hear the footsteps, and turn in circles to try and find the source. When the forest goes silent again, you roll your eyes at yourself for being dramatic. It's probably just a squirrel or something. Once you’ve calmed yourself down, you flip back around, gasping when you see a man a few feet in front of you. You stumble backwards while screaming, landing on your butt in the dirt. You had dropped your basket, sending red apples flying everywhere.
"What do we have here?" He asks while standing over you, and you swear you see his eyes flash gold for a second, but then fade back to their bright green color.
"Just st-stay b-back," you say, scooting backwards in the dirt. He chuckles, kneeling down and grabbing your ankles and pulling you back towards him. You let out a bloodcurdling scream, turning on your stomach to try and crawl away from him.
"No, shh," he says, placing his knees on either side of your torso and flipping you over. "What's a pretty thing like you doing so deep in the woods?"
"None of your business," you snap, trying to sound tough. He smirks, and an annoying part of you says he's attractive. Well, he really is, but you'd rather not think about that under these circumstances. His lips are full and pink, his skin is subtly tanned and his beard is grown out and looks amazing on him. You suddenly remember his position on you and buck your hips up, beginning to flail your arms and kick your legs. He grabs your arms and pin them above your head, then wraps his feet over your shins to keep them still.
“Mm, feisty,” he mumbles, his voice dangerously low. He's strong, and you know that it's going to be impossible for you to get out of his grip. He lowers his face into your neck, taking a deep breath in.
"What do you want?" You ask, fear evident in your voice.
"You," he growls, reaching a hand down while grasping your wrists with his large hand. He lightly runs his fingertips down your arm, then over your shoulder, then over the sensitive skin of your breast. You breathe in deeply, wiggling around from the tickle of his touch. His face is still buried in the crook of your neck, and it takes you a second to realize that he's kissing you there. He works his lips up your throat and to your jaw. His hand working on your breast shifts, and through your shirt he pinches your erect nipple. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you sigh. He growls hungrily, beginning to move his hand down your stomach, tickling you slightly. His hand travels farther down, and before he can reach your center you decide to improvise to try and stop him,
"Wait-wait!" You say. Even though you want him to continue, your nerves got the best of you. His hand pauses, resting on your low stomach. He doesn't answer you to show he's listening, he only pulls back and looks deep in your eyes for you to continue. As you breath out, confused as to why he’s stopped. He blinks, and you realized he’s waiting for you to say something.
"I can give you, uh, money. A-anything," he doesn't look impressed, and his hand twitches and you squeal, trying to think of something. "No- uh! I-" you start, but don't have anything else to say. You realize there’s nothing you want to say to the stranger. You stare at him, looking deep into his green eyes, seeing his amusement. “Just tell me who you are,” you plea. He groans, laying his head down on your shoulder.
"Fine," he says, "but there's a catch."
"What?" You ask, looking at his gorgeous face. He smiles, and you know that the catch is going to be in his favor.
"Let's play a game," he says, and you raise your eyebrows.
"Alright," you start to say, confused. If this was your chance to get some answers, then you were going to take it, "what game?" He chuckles again, the sound rumbling from his chest.
"Hide and seek," he says, and again you're confused. "If I can't find you, then you get to know my name. But if I find you... game over. If you don’t want to play, I’ll leave you alone. But if you want to play, you have to follow through with the terms. What’s it going to be?" You gulp, knowing exactly what he means by “terms.”
"Ok. I wanna play," you say slowly while nodding, strangely fine with this deal.
"Good girl," he says, getting off of you. You don't miss a beat, pushing off the soft floor and turning away from him. You sprint towards the trees, hoping they'll offer you some sort of protection. You pump your arms, running faster than you ever have before. All you wanted was some answers, to know who this person was.
You figure you're far enough away so you stop and press your back tightly against a tree, your lungs burning with exhaustion. You stay and listen, breathing deeply, trying not to give yourself away. You've never been more exhilarated in your life; the suspense of if he'll catch you causes your knees to go weak. This stranger was powerful and beautiful, and that drew you to him. Even if he did scare you, and you weren't sure exactly what he wanted, you were willing to give it up to him for some reason. You'd never been like this before; no one had ever caused you to feel like this. You nearly scoff; you can't believe you're acting like this. You sounded absolutely insane, thinking that this man who was trying to have sex with you was interesting and you wanted him, too, but it was true.
You're interrupted from your thoughts when you hear a sound next to you. When you turn, he's there, grinning like the cat that caught the mouse. You yelp, beginning to run. You don't make it far before he grabs you around the waist and lifts you up.
"We had a deal," he scolds, and you grab onto him. You hadn't thought he would actually find you. He pins you against the tree you'd been hiding behind, shoving his knee between your legs and pushing against your core. He grabs your arms, looking deep in your eyes.
"So pretty," he says with his voice low, looking up and down your face. “Are you okay with this?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and you nod your head.
“Yes,” you breathe. You let out a moan as he rubs his leg against your center, and you softly grind against it. "You want it, don't you?" He asks, running his hands up and down your body. You can only moan when his hand travels between you two and rubs your clit through your skirt.
"I like this," he says, running his hand down your thigh and slipping it under the short cloth you’re wearing to lightly touch bare skin. "You look so sexy in this red skirt." His hand travels farther up, and then he starts lightly dancing his fingertips over your panties. You slump back against the tree, spreading your legs further apart for him. He hums in approval, placing soft kisses along your collarbone and jaw. His other hand moves under your shirt, and he moans when he notices you're not wearing a bra. He kneads your breast with his palm and you arch into his touch. The hand working under your skirt slips under your lacy underwear, his index finger slips past your folds, running up and down your middle. No one had ever made you feel this good and you let out a loud moan as his finger enters you. You grind against his hand, trying to cause friction from his palm on your clit.
"So wet," he says between when he licks and nips at your lips. You can feel the orgasm rising, and your stomach clenches while your grab his shoulders for stability. He pulls away, smirking when you groan in frustration. He hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling them down to your knees. He steps back, lifting your skirt and looking down at your lower half. He growls, the sound causes your stomach to pool with heat and you know you're wet for him. He kneels in front of you, his grin looking like that of a predator and you're his prey. He places a hot kiss on your aching clit, and you gasp in surprise. No one had ever done that to you before, in fact, very little of what he was doing you'd done before. He was clearly familiar with the female body; he was very good with his hands.
"I'm going to eat you up," he says, and without warning he buries his face in your folds, sucking your clit and causing you to writhe. Your knees buckle, and he takes your legs and places them over his shoulders. Your back is pressed against the tree, your hips bucking into his face as he licks the length of your center over and over again. He looks up at you with his big green eyes, holding the intense connection for a second, and then shoves his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. You scream in pleasure, finding his hair with your fingers and shoving his face deeper. He growls, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.
His hands hold up your skirt as they grip your waist with unbearable force, and you soon find yourself trying to grind as hard as possible against his beautiful face. He holds still while you ride him, still sticking his tongue into your core. Your waist feels like it's bruising he's gripping you so hard, which it probably is. Pretty soon the feeling rises again, and you scream as he lets you come this time. A string of curses fall from your lips, and he keeps licking your center as you come down, his mouth working to make your high last longer than ever.
"Oh God," you breathe, unwrapping your fingers from his hair. That was the most intense thing you'd ever experienced, and you couldn't believe it was with this belligerent, but gorgeous, stranger.
"That was so fucking hot, babe," he says, lightly rubbing your clit with his palm while tickling your lower stomach.
"I shouldn't be doing this," you say, running a hand through your hair. He only chuckles, and the look on his face makes you even more wet if that's possible. He unwraps your legs from his shoulders, setting your shaky legs down. He stands in front of you, pressing his hard member against your thigh.
"I need you," he breathes, and he's about to take his pants off when you stop him. You run your hand down his front then rub him through his jeans. He slumps forward onto you, and you slide your hands in his shorts and wrap your fingers as much as you can around his dick. He's huge, you can feel it, and it's going to be hard for you to do this. You drop to your knees, pulling his pants down with you and leaving them at his ankles. He kicks them to the side, his dick erect in your hand. You look up at him and lick the tip, you've never acted like this with anyone else, and why you were comfortable with him was beyond you. You wrap your lips around his dick, and bob your head as far as you can without gagging. Your hand does the rest of the work for you, working up and down his shaft. He's moaning above you, swaying slightly with pleasure.
You can feel his orgasm rising, and he quickly pulls you away and moves the two of you to the ground. He hovers over you, pulling off your shirt and then unclasping your bra. He attacks your breast, kissing and licking your nipples. After he's done with both of your breasts, he travels down your torso and places hot kisses along your middle. He pulls down your red skirt, leaving your tall white socks on.
"So sexy, baby girl," he says, running his hands up and down your legs.
"Please," you beg, and he closes his eyes at your plea.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you," his deep voice rumbles, and he moves back up and places his elbows on either side of your head. You feel his member pressing at your entrance, and you open your legs for him to gain better access. He pushes into you, stretching you wide and the two of you moan in ecstasy.
"So fuckin' tight," he says, moving his hips to adjust. He begins moving faster, and your moans rise the faster his pace becomes. "All for me," he says, possessing your mouth with his. His hips pound against yours, the slapping of skin the only sound around the two of you. You'd barely noticed but the sun had gone down, it was dark out here. The thought of your mother wondering where you are enters your mind for a split second, but it is quickly gone when you hear his deep, carnal growl above you. You hadn't noticed but the full moon has risen.
The man starts to pound into you with brutal force, causing stars to fly around your vision. His hands lightly wrap around your shoulders, and you barely pay attention to the pinch that draws blood from his sharpening nails. You're being lifted higher, and one of his hands falls between your legs and rubs against your clit. The sounds coming out of you are rapid and needy, knowing that you were close to the edge.
With a final thrust of his hips the two of you cum, yelling into the night air. His face lowers down to your throat, and he sucks on the soft skin, marking you. The two of you breath heavily, he's slumped down on top of you, his dick still inside of you.
"Woah," is all you say, breathing in his woodsy, minty smell. You sense a shift in him, and he pulls back quickly, his eyes dangerous.
He doesn't say anything. Only stares as if he doesn't recognize you. He jumps up, and you see his eyes flash bright gold. You look at his hands, horrified at what you see. Sharp nails had grown in, stained with blood. The red liquid sparkles in the moonlight, slow drops of it hitting the leaves. You look down at your shoulders; puncture wounds along your shoulders. He quickly turns, running away from you. You don't say anything, only lie behind on the dirt, watching the strange man who'd transformed into something else before your eyes. You're shocked beyond belief. What had just happened?
The big bad wolf had eaten you up and stolen your heart.
