look at me
dean dilaurentis x reader smut
contents: penetration, oral fem!receiving, praise, eye contact, cumming inside, dean is so hot MDNI
the last thing you could've imagined when you walked onto the briar university campus was being pinned under the school playboy.
but, there you were, hands gripping dean's blonde hair as he ravaged your neck. he sucked on your pulse point, the area sensitive.
your top was off in a second, your nipples poking through your bra. he ran his thumb over one peak before pinching it.
you trailed your hands under his t-shirt, fingers tracing his stomach and moving up towards his chest.
"feels good," dean muttered, a soft hunger in his voice.
following his praise, he lifted his shirt over his head, giving you access to his lean torso. you pressed your lips to his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten.
his fingers found the clasp of your bra and unclipped it. he peeled the straps down your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin.
dean leaned back, taking in the view of your tits. you almost thought you saw him lick his lips. he pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone before swirling his tongue around your nipple. you arched into his touch, his hands coming to grip your waist.
he drew your breast into his mouth, which elicited a loud moan from you.
"ah—god."
"not god, just dean," he murmured, smirking against your hot skin.
that fucker.
you cupped him through his jeans teasingly. dean pushed his hips into your hand on instinct, his mouth pausing for a moment.
"you're so hard," you whispered breathily.
he kissed a hot trail down your stomach, reaching the waistband of your sweatpants. "it's all for you."
dean pulled down your bottoms in a swift motion. now, the only thing between his hot gaze and your core was your thin black panties.
he pressed his lips against the smooth skin of your thighs. his touch was soft, teasing. you shivered as he ran his index finger along your folds, wet even through the fabric.
he smiled darkly at that. "so ready for me."
you nodded feverishly, pressing into his hand as he stroked your needy heat. at that, he slowly tugged your panties down, letting the cool air hit you.
"there she is," dean purred, "pretty girl."
you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as his mouth found your clit. he rested a hand on your hip as he feasted on you.
"fuck, just like that." your voice was breathy, hardly recognizable. dean's tongue went from pressing flat against your bud to lapping at you in teasing flicks.
you felt him push a finger inside you, immediately clenching around it. dean looked up at you through his long lashes, his stare sinful.
your hands found his hair, tugging at the strands to anchor yourself. the noises coming from him were sloppy, making you drip even more.
you threw your head back against his pillows, feeling a dull heat conjure low inside your body.
"dean—i'm—"
he suddenly pulled away from your core. a whine escaped at the absence of his touch.
"shh, y/n. not yet." he kissed your inner thigh softly, soothingly. dean's breathing was ragged as he unbuttoned his jeans.
his cock stood at attention, tenting his boxers. "see what you do to me?" it was a genuine question.
you nodded, eyes memorizing his shape through the fabric. your thighs clenched at the mere thought of him filling you.
"i want you..." the words spilled from your lips.
"where?" dean hooked his thumb in his boxers and began to pull them down ever so slightly.
"you know where," you gasped out as he traced up your torso, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast.
he smirked at your reaction, but made no move to continue undressing. "i do, do i? i think you might need to remind me."
"stop teasing, dean." a shiver ran through you as he circled your nipple with the pad of his finger.
you'd had enough. suppressing a moan, you pulled down his boxers in one swift motion, his cock springing to life. your eyes widened at you took in the size of him.
"you ready for me?" he asked, stroking himself once. you bit your lip as you felt him line himself up with your core.
the next thing you knew, dean was stretching you open. you wrapped your legs around him, adjusting to the pressure. "that's it," he nodded guidingly.
your back arched as he started a gentle rhythm, your nails finding the nape of his neck. his cock was warm inside you, and each thrust became slightly hungrier.
"so tight for me," he groaned as he pinned your arms on either side of your head.
dean drove into you, filling you completely. his hands gripped yours as you both drifted closer to the edge. his mouth made it's way to your breast again, lips closing around your nipple. "and so gorgeous."
"shit, dean, you're gonna make me—" your head fell back against the pillows, a whimper cutting off your sentence.
he became sloppier with his movements, frantically fucking you. "look at me while you come," he whispered, his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure.
the coil low in your belly snapped. dean's name fell repeatedly from your lips, but your eyes never wavered from his.
you felt him empty inside you with a grunt. he let out a slow breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
he rolled off of you, allowing you to curl into his side. his arm came across your stomach, holding you to him.
"fuck, y/n..." dean cooed, peppering soft kisses to your jaw. "you're so good for me."