𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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She // f.w.

— “She lives in daydreams with me.”

summary / fred weasley cannot stop thinking about his best friend, y/n y/l/n. after months of seeing her in the arms of another man, she shows up at his door.

word count / 4k

warnings / 18+ nsfw. smut. masturbation (male), oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up babes)

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Fred laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillows as his mind wandered far away from his bedroom. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the floor as he grew hot with the thoughts swarming his mind. The grey sheets of his bed were underneath him, leaving him fully exposed on his bed. 

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Secret Marriage

Request from @a-woman-with-claws-and-fangs Derek and the reader have hid their marriage for years. Until one day Alex tried to flirt with her. The reader brushes him off before Derek tells the whole hospital.

"Well this is where we part as husband and wife Dr. Shepherd." I say laying my head on his shoulder. He lifts my chin up gently kissing me outside the hospital doors one last time. "Don't worry I'll see you later Mrs. Shepherd." Derek and I chose to keep our marriage out of the hospital only being professional at work. The only people who know about us are Mark and Richard the chief of Seattle Graice. Luckily I still see my husband quite often since we work in the same medical field. Mark always joked that we would end up together when we all were friends as kids until Derek stopped talking to him when he slept with his first wife Addison.

Pulling my hair up in a ponytail I scan the surgery board for my upcoming appointments until someone clears their throat beside me. My eyes noticed it's Alex Karev, one of Bailey's new interns. "So Y/n how about getting a few drinks with me tonight?" He suggested a smirk on his face. Alex was a good intern and if he just listened to Addison he'd realize he actually belongs in peds working with kids. Putting my hands in my coat pockets I spin on my feet heading to do rounds. "Sorry Karev I'm busy tonight." But he doesn't give up when he wants something.

"Come on Y/n you're a beautiful girl who deserves a night of fun." He rounds to stand beside me as a nurse hands me a chart. Thankfully Derek said we'd hide our wedding rings as necklaces around our necks when we're at work. He puts a hand over mine making me turn to face him trying to brush him off. "Like I said I'm busy. Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do as do you." I try to step away but he gently grabbed my wrist spinning me around so our noses touched. But before anything else can happen someone punches him in the nose. Alex grabs his nose slightly bleeding looking up at me.

People start entering the room wanting to see what is going on. Finally my gaze sees Derek flicking his hurting hand around his eyes showing anger. "Derek, why'd you do-" He cuts me off with a deep kiss his hands cupping my face until he broke away. Pulling me into his side his left arm still around my waist. "Stay the hell away from my wife, Karev." He huffs as the chief comes down the stairs seeing blood on his floor and on his friends right hand. "Somebody help him up and you two in my office now!" He points his index finger at us. Great job Derek.

"Somebody better start talking right now. Explain why one of my residents is punching an intern!" Richard slams his hands on his desk as I see George and Izzie help Alex off the floor. Everyone else slowly leaves the medical floor going back to work. Mark enters the room smirking at his friend. "Damn, I thought I was the only one you could punch like that." He chuckled until I eyed him with an annoyed look. "Richard I would like to point out I tried to avoid violence unlike my husband..." I cross my arms over my chest eyeing my husband who holds an ice pack to his right hand.

Derek looks to our boss finally saying something a slight smirk on his face. "Karev was flirting with Y/n. I did what any good husband should do and handle it." Richard eyes me then Derek asking. "Did you hit him hard?" Derek nodded before the chief nods to leave us alone. "Good but no more fighting on my surgery floor." Mark pats him on the back leaving as well. Looking up at my husband I glare at him I snipped. "Promise me no more hitting interns that try and flirt with me." He plants a kiss to my forehead smiling. "I promise sweetheart." He leans down kissing me softly and I kiss back going to work. Everyone knows I'm his wife now.

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Princess

Characters: Dean x Reader, Shawn (OFC), Sam

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: HERE BE THE SMUT (18+ only! - bondage, toys, some dom/sub, orgasm denial)

A/N: Hi y’all! I’m baaaack, I know it’s been a while. Life has really been, as they say, a complete bitch. Anyway, I hope you like this.

Also, mega shoutout to the ever-wonderful @downanddirtydean for being an amazing and supportive friend 💕

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The latch clicks shut as you step down the bunker stairs, carrying a large box of relics you found on your hunt. After a few days of tracking down cursed objects, you and Shawn — one of the Apocalypse-world refugees you’d helped rescue — are finally back home. You’re laughing at something Shawn said, a dumb joke he heard long ago in his home world. The sounds reach the ears of a certain green-eyed hunter with whom you had a rather loud argument not long ago.

Dean sits alone in the library. He knew you’d be coming back today since Shawn had checked in with Sam earlier in the day. When you told him you’d be leaving on a hunt with one of the newbies, he was sure you were kidding, trying out some play on him so he’d be forced to beg forgiveness for the things he said during the argument. It wasn’t until he’d heard the door close, until he ran into Sam and asked about the hunt only to be told it was real, until you texted him a single “K” in response to his voicemail detailing his anger and displeasure at your leaving with another hunter, another man; that was when he realized just how far you were willing to go to prove a point to him. To prove that while you are his girlfriend, outside of the bedroom you are not his property.

“That was kind of fun, we should do this again soon,” says Shawn as you place the box on the war table. You simply nod politely, suddenly aware of a presence nearby burning holes through your skull. Shawn smiles until he looks up to the library, he waves awkwardly and walks off towards the dorms, leaving you alone with your likely-very-pissed-off boyfriend.

Turning around, you see Dean sitting in one of the library chairs, drink in hand and a look in his eyes that makes the monsters you hunt seem like puppies and kittens. Walking up the steps, you take a deep breath, knowing you’re in for it. During the first two days of your hunt with Shawn, Dean had sent at least ten voicemails and many more texts demanding you call back. After the third day, it was radio silence. The lack of contact with Dean made you see just how petty the argument you had was and you felt remorse eating at you, though not enough to call and apologize. One of your biggest flaws has always been your pride. You know it, and so does he. Besides, if he really wanted to talk and fix things he would’ve come after you… right?

“Hey,” you smile sheepishly.

Dean says nothing, simply continues to stare you up and down. The way his eyes roam your body suddenly makes you feel exposed, in a way that only Dean knows how to. There is anger in his eyes, of course — a seething rage at your behavior during the last couple days. But just beneath that, you can see a hunger. You know this hunger, this need coming from deep within him, very well. It’s the same hunger you feel whenever you see him after having not done so in days.

Yes, you’re in for it. But not in the way you thought you would be.

Taking a few steps towards him, your lips curl in a small smile, confident that Dean will give in to his desires very easily, thus sparing you from a night of yelling and guilt. As you move closer, Dean lifts a single finger in the hand still holding his drink, making you stop in your tracks.

“De?” you question.

“Bedroom,” he commands, standing up to refill his whiskey tumbler. With his back to you, he continues, “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Yes, sir.” You turn with a small smile on your lips. You love when Dean brings out that other side of him, the dominant part of him that has the ability to turn you into putty before his feet. Having forgotten the fact that you’d been expecting a fight of some kind, you enter the bedroom and get ready for Dean.

Though he hadn’t been specific, from the tone of his voice you know exactly what he’s expecting once he reaches the room. You rid yourself of your clothing, all except for your panties, making sure to put everything away neatly. Once done, you kneel in front of the bed, facing the door, hands resting on your bare thighs, head down. A soft breeze runs through the room as the door opens, causing goosebumps to erupt throughout your body. Not daring to look up until you are told, you wait for Dean to stop in front of you. You can hear him shuffling through the room, going to the side of the bed where a soft clink piques your interest. You’re tempted to turn and see just what Dean could be doing but you fight the urge to do so. Finally, after a few minutes of ignoring you, he comes to stand in front of you, his boots now visible by your knees.

“You know, while you were gone, I heard something rather… interesting about the kid you left with, Shawn is it?” Dean asks as he begins to pace in front of you.

“Yes,” you reply, eyes following his boots going back and forth.

Dean stops and you feel fingers snake through your hair as he grabs it and pulls, making you look up to him, “yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you hiss, the sudden pain taking you by surprise.

Pushing your head back down, he continues, “thought so. Anyway, word around the bunker is, the guy has some sort of crush on you. Apparently, ever since you saved him from those angels back in their world, he thinks you’re his guardian angel or somethin’. Did you know that?”

“No, sir,” you lie. Of course you know. In fact, it was one of the reasons you chose him to accompany you on the hunt a few days ago. You’d been so desperate to prove to Dean how independent from him you are, that you chose the one man in the bunker you were sure Dean would feel even slightly threatened by. But, knowing Dean, you’re not going to admit such a thing, especially since you realized your mistake immediately after leaving with Shawn. He’d been so smitten with you throughout the entire hunt that by the end of it, you were beginning to really dislike him, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to admit that to Dean.

“Get up,” Dean commands. You obey immediately, standing in front of him though still keeping your head down as he hasn’t given permission for you to look at him. Reaching up, his fingers grip your chin lightly and guide your head up. Looking you straight in the eye, Dean smiles deviously, “on all fours on the bed, now.”

Nodding, you turn and place yourself on the bed as instructed. Anticipation runs through your body, slick beginning to pool in your panties. You feel the bed dip on your side, the feather-light touch of fingers tracing a path down your spine. A soft moan escapes your lips, quickly followed by a surprised yelp as the fingers disappear and a hand suddenly makes contact with your thinly-clothed ass.

“Princess,” says Dean in a low voice as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls, his other hand delivering another slap to your ass. “I’m only going to ask one,” slap, “more,” slap, “time,” slap, “did you know about Shawn’s crush on you when you decided to go on a hunt with him?”

No point in lying now “I did, sir.”

Dean lets go of your hair, pushing your head down harshly. A fear begins to settle in your stomach as you feel him push off the bed and you begin to think you may have truly fucked up, until he reappears at your side, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling it to the corner of the bed. Unwilling to make matters worse, you simply let yourself be guided as Dean ties your wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame. He tightens each strap until you’re fully spread on the mattress, every part of you completely exposed to him, your face pressed against the soft surface of the comforter.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Princess. And bad girls need to be punished, ain’t that right?” You can hear his voice as he circles the bed, but being tied face down annoyingly limits your ability to see him.

You’re so focused on trying to find a comfortable angle for your neck that you completely forget to respond to his question, to which he reacts by landing another smack to the now-raw and reddened flesh of your ass, “I said, ain’t that right?”

“That’s right, sir,” you whimper.

“Good,” Dean smiles. “Now, I’m sure you did your best to let the kid down easy, but I’m thinking we can do better here. You know, really help him understand who you belong to.”

You’re about to ask what he has in mind when you hear the faint sounds of vibrating behind you. You know this sound well, it brings back memories to those times Dean would leave on hunts for days, leaving you no choice but to take care of your needs in other ways. You feel the bed dip beneath you, the buzzing of the vibrator closer and closer to your core. Your breathing begins to pick up, excitement coursing through your veins as Dean’s fingers move the soaked fabric covering your modesty aside, exposing your wet heat to the air and to his will. For a moment, time stills. Your breathing evens as you lay silently, body eagerly waiting for his touch.

The second the vibrator comes into contact with your clit, a loud moan escapes your lips. You hear Dean chuckle, “so wet and needy. Aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whimper as the vibrations intensify.

“Now, just for tonight, I don’t want you to call me sir,” he says. “I want to hear you say my name, loud and clear for everyone outside this door to hear, understand?”

“Yes, Dean,” you close your eyes as the toy between your legs changes pattern. Instead of one continuous vibration, there are now multiple small ones. Each vibration against your core is short, yet increasing in intensity.

“Good girl.” You can almost hear the smirk on Dean’s face. Normally, out of courtesy for your bunker-mates, you try to be quiet during your sessions with Dean — not that you’re always successful. But tonight, you know he wants you to be loud, wants to make sure everyone in the bunker knows exactly what’s happening in this bedroom. In a way, not having to worry about volume control is exhilarating. You can fully concentrate on the wonderful, albeit frustratingly short, vibrations against your core. You can get lost in the way Dean’s hand rubs and squeezes the globes of your ass, while teasing you with the toy in his other hand.

Your moans continue to grow louder as he changes the patterns without warning. Each time driving you dangerously close to the edge, though not quite there. After a few minutes, you’re a mess. Strands of hair stick to the sweat on your forehead, there is a light stain on the comforter next to you where the moisture of your breaths crashes against the fabric.

“Dean!” you whine as he changes the pattern yet again, diverting your soon-coming release, “please.”

“Please what, Princess?”

“Please, let me cum.”

His reply is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing close by, the vibrations stop as he steps away from you and you groan against the bed in frustration. “Quiet,” he commands before answering the call, “yeah?”

You don’t know who is calling, or why, but by the way Dean is replying you can tell he’s unhappy about the interruption.

“Alright, I’ll be right out.” You hear the phone hit the table in the corner of the room and you wonder what just happened.

“Dean? Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Don’t worry about that, Princess. Now, I’m gonna step out for a moment. Remember, I want to hear you say my name.” His statement confuses you until you feel a coldness against your core, this time the device feels different. He rubs it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before slowly inserting the toy in your dripping cunt.

“Oh, God,” you groan. The toy takes you by surprise but that soon turns to pleasure as it stretches your walls, sitting inside just how Dean wants it to be. He waits a moment, letting your body adjust to it before you feel soft vibrations, this time on the inside. You moan softly, pulling at the straps on your ankles as your legs instinctively attempt to close.

“I better hear you out there, Princess.” You hear the door open and shut, and you realize the bastard has left you in here by yourself, tied to the bed, helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through you as the vibration in your pussy begins to pick up in speed and intensity. You’re hesitant, at first, but you soon realize the idea of Dean hearing you scream his name while being with others out there is by far one of the sexiest things you’ve ever done.

Dean smirked to himself as he stepped into the library, where Sam and a couple of the newbies, including Shawn, were waiting. Having his room fairly close to the area, he knew there was a good chance he, and the other men, would be within earshot of Y/N in his room —if she followed his directions properly, which he knew she would.

Nodding at the hunters as he took a seat next to Sam at one of the tables, Dean took his phone out of his pocket and opened the app with which he’d be able to remotely control the vibrator he’d placed in Y/N’s deliciously soaked pussy just before he left. Sam began talking about some plan to hit a large vamp’s nest a couple states over, but Dean had soon stopped paying attention as he chose one of his favorite settings on the toy, the one he knew would bring his Princess to the edge over and over again.

It didn’t take long for the setting to take effect.

“I’m thinking we go in two teams, Dean and I will -” Sam suddenly stopped talking as they all heard a loud, distorted scream coming from nearby. The sound was unmistakable.

“Dean!” It was Y/N’s voice. Clear as a bell, she was moaning and screaming his name repeatedly. The corner of Dean’s lips lifted in a smirk as Sam realized what was happening and gave him the bitchiest bitch face he could possibly muster.

“So,” Dean cleared his throat as he prompted Sam to continue, “two teams?”

Taking a deep breath, Sam looked to the rest of the hunters on the table and gave an apologetic smile for his brother’s behavior before attempting to continue.

“Yeah, Dean and I will go in first and stake out the place, then -”

“Please, Dean!” Her screams interrupted once again.

Sam threw his hands exasperatedly, “Dean, do you mind?”

“Not at all, little brother,” Dean smiled as he stood up. “Just sort out the details and let me know later.”

Looking to the rest of the hunters, he stopped and looked straight at Shawn who looked to be somewhere between angry and pained, “gentlemen.” Turning his back on them, Dean headed back to his room. It was time to reward his girl for a job well done.

To say you feel frustrated is an understatement. Though it hasn’t been long, you’re ready to burst into tears at the constant denial of release perpetrated by Dean’s toying with you.

You scream his name over and over, in the hopes that his point will be made to the rest of the men in the bunker and Dean will finally reward you. Ragged breaths and the scent of your juices seeping through the bedding fill the room. The skin on your wrists and ankles is red and stings as you continue to writhe and pull at your restraints, now desperate to be free and get the much needed orgasm your body is begging for.

You fear you’re about to pass out when the vibrations in your core stop suddenly, a small relief flooding your senses. Relief is short lived, however, as you hear the door open.

“Dean?” you rasp, your throat now sore from the constant screaming.

“Did we learn our lesson, Princess?” His tone is low but soft, he’s done punishing you.

“Yes, sir. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

There’s a shuffling and rustling of clothes behind you, and before you know it, the straps around your ankles are being undone. The warmth radiating from his body envelops you as he moves up the bed to undo the straps around your wrists. You hiss as the raw flesh stings, angry marks indented where the strap dug into you earlier.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Dean whispers in your ear. He slowly turns you over, being careful not to hurt you. Once on your back, you smile as you see him on top of you, his bare chest within reach, pink lips beckoning as he licks them in anticipation. He dips his head and captures your lips with his own, and you can’t help but melt into his touch. His kiss is gentle, a stark contrast to the way he’s been with you today. His hand settles on your hip as he pulls you closer, your own hands now running through his silky hair.

Breaking the kiss, his lips travel down to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh. He continues a path down to your nipple, his teeth nipping lightly at it. You arch your back in response, your body reacting to every touch, every caress, every kiss as his lips travel down to your core. Suddenly, just before reaching the part of you most desperate to feel him, Dean stops and you prop yourself on your elbows. He smiles softly and winks, then dips his head once more and slowly licks a stripe down from your clit to your wet hole.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, you moan his name. His tongue begins to work wonders, dipping in and out of your pussy as his hands caress your thighs before placing them on his shoulders, opening you up to him fully. Your fingers tangle in the short strands of his dirty blond hair, pulling lightly as he alternates attention from your hole to your clit, and back again. If anyone in the world knows exactly how to work your body, it’s Dean Winchester.

As the coil in your belly begins to tighten yet again, you pull on Dean’s hair to bring him back up to you. He follows your guidance, his lips at yours once more and you can taste yourself on them. Reaching down between you, you grab the thick shaft of his cock, pumping him a few times before guiding him to your entrance.

“Dean, I need you. Please,” you whisper against his mouth.

He grabs your hand in response and places it next to you, interlacing his fingers with yours as he presses on and you both groan in pleasure as his cock enters you, stretching you beautifully, much more than the toy had earlier. He stills for a moment and you whine, unable to wait any longer you roll your hips against his. He hisses and chuckles lightly before he starts moving.

He begins to pull out, feeling your walls tighten around him. Pushing back in, Dean looks you straight in the eye and begins setting a pace. Thrusting in and out slowly at first, tantalizingly slow. You know he’s trying to tease you again and you simply can’t take it anymore.

“Dean. I’m begging you.”

“As you wish, Princess.” He captures your mouth with his and swallows your moans as his pace quickens.

In and out. Rolling. Pushing. Pulling. Your bodies melded into one, both working to reach that peak, that wonderful cliff of release. Soon, you’re at the precipice, desperate to throw yourself off but waiting for him to let you.

“Mmm fuck,” he grunts. His teeth are now biting at the curve of your neck. Your eyes are closing, rolling back as you near climax. Your hands still intertwined, his thrusts become erratic. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the taste of blood as you bite down on your lip, the coil so tight — mere seconds from snapping.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Dean rasps as he feels your walls tighten, you’re close and so is he.

“Oh God,” you moan, “Dean, I- I’m gonna -”

“Cum for me, Princess,” he grunts and that’s all the permission you need. An explosion goes off inside you, the coil snaps and wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure course through your body. Complete bliss lights your nerves on fire. Your pussy pulsates around Dean’s cock and soon he’s joining you in the throes of ecstasy. He growls as he cums deep within you, coating your insides with his seed, frozen as his muscles lock in place at the intensity of his own orgasm.

You both still for a second, relishing in the beauty of the moment. Breathing comes hard and the air burns in your lungs, yet you couldn’t be happier. Dean rolls off you, slowly bringing you to lay on him. You chuckle, then hiss as his fingers wrap around one of your wrists. He brings it up and you look up at him as he kisses the marks around it lovingly.

Looking down to you, Dean smiles. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. When you’re with your soulmate, words are not always necessary.

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Dance With Me?

This fic will cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Strip Club AU & College AU

Since neither of those squares is a kink, per se, I've included breast and nipple play in the story so that it still contains a kink. 😉

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 7, 605

Summary: Y/N is shy and not sure why she agreed to come to a strip club. Can the very hot, green-eyed dancer pull her out of her shell, and out of her clothes?

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. PWP. Breast and nipple play. Stripping. Unprotected sex (wrap it up - fantasy isn't reality!) P in V. Oral (fem receiving)

A/N: This smutty one shot turned out to be pretty long, my apologies, but I hope you'll find it's worth it and...satisfactory. 😉

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Beautiful Divider at the bottom created by @talesmaniac89

"Come on, Y/N!"

Y/N felt a little like she was going to pop a blood vessel from all the noise and lights and peer pressure she was currently experiencing.

Not to mention the giant penis being shaken in her face.

She really didn't want to be here.

Giving in to the peer pressure, Y/N took the twenty dollar bill in her hand (one that didn't come from her wallet, thankfully) and stuck it into the lowered G-string of the hulking man on the stage above her.

The admittedly handsome man blew her a kiss and danced away. Thankfully most of the attention surrounding her left with him and she could breathe a little again.

She had agreed to come out to "Stallions" strip club very reluctantly. She'd never been to one, and now she knew why. It was just so not her scene.

She understood the appeal, the guys were all very muscled and oiled and danced very well. But the continuous high-pitched screaming, the lights zooming around the room, the pound full of glitter that she'd inhaled, and the overt, penis-in-your-face public sexuality wasn't tantalizing to her. It made her incredibly uncomfortable and caused a knot to form in her stomach.

She just wanted to be home, curled up with the only permanent male in her life, her fat, orange tom cat, Mr. Dude.

Maybe she really was pathetic.

That's what Marla had said to get her out here. That she was pathetic and didn't know how to have fun. She'd said it teasingly, but there was a hint of truth to her words, and Marla's eyeroll told Y/N that the older woman may actually be annoyed with how reserved her cousin/roommate was. Even though they were related, the women couldn't be more different and didn't really make for ideal roommates.

Marla was all flash and sizzle, she lived life loud and brash, and never made any apologies for it. And Y/N accepted that and never tried to change her, she just wished Marla could do the same for her.

As she watched her now, Marla was screaming and running her hand up and down the thighs of the stripper in front of her. The dancer took Marla's hand and set it on his rather sizable package as he gyrated his hips into her palm. Marla was in heaven.

As the song ended the room exploded in more screaming and it was all Y/N could do not to cover her ears. She thought that might be just a bit too obvious, illustrating just how miserable she was to be here.

The group of women Marla had brought along with them, none of whom Y/N knew, all left en masse to the bathroom, not even sparing a wave for Y/N.

She was thinking about taking this opportunity to slink out the door (they probably wouldn't even notice she was gone) when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Slightly startled, she turned her head.

And audibly gasped.

The man standing beside her was the most ridiculously handsome man she'd ever seen in real life.

Nope. Ever. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

He was tall and broad, the muscles in his bare chest and arms were thick and solid. He only wore a pair of jeans, but they encased his muscular thighs and slightly bowed legs perfectly, showing them off rather than concealing them.

But it was his face that had Y/N enthralled and incapable of looking away. He was smiling at her and she felt like she might pass out. His lips were plump, pink, and looked so incredibly soft that they made Y/N's mouth water a little.

His teeth were straight, white and dazzling. He had very pointy eye teeth and they made Y/N think about bitten flesh. Correction. It made her think about this man biting her flesh.

That was not a thing she'd ever thought about before.

His cheekbones were high and wide, his nose straight and perfect, as though a master carver had chiseled away the marble until only perfection was left.

And then there were his eyes. Dear God, his eyes.

They were a bright verdant green, his lashes long and thick, curling upwards. They sparkled as he smiled down at her; his smile was warm and sexy, and melted her into a puddle.

He was saying words. She should really try to figure them out, but she was distracted by the way his tongue swept along his bottom lip.

She shook her head. "Sorry. What?"

His smile deepened and turned a little knowing. It wasn't surprising that he knew the effect he was having on her. Surely she wasn't the first woman this Adonis had left speechless, he was probably used to it by now.

"I was telling you that your friends over there," he pointed in the general direction the other women had headed, "they paid for an hour for you."

Y/N looked wildly behind her trying to see Marla or any of the other women, but they were nowhere to be seen.

She looked back at the unfathomably hot man beside her and frowned. "Paid for an hour of what?"

"Me." he answered. His smile widened and his eyes did a quick sweep of her body that nonetheless made Y/N's heart start slamming against her ribs. "It's a private show."

He held out his hand to her, but she just stared at it, like she didn't recognize what it was.

He dropped it back to his side. "They thought you might be more comfortable away from the crowd." He said, raising his voice when the music started up again for the next dancer coming out. The screaming started up again too, and Y/N just shook her head.

"No. I mean, thank you. But I think I'm going to just head home."

He leaned in close to her and she froze, completely overcome by his scent which was some kind of warm, spicy cologne, that cut through the scents of alcohol and sex that had surrounded her.

He put his lips to her ear so she could hear him over the noise. "Come on, Sweetheart. If you go now, I'm gonna get in trouble."

He pointed toward a woman in a sleek red dress, standing by the bar.

"My boss is going to think you left because you didn't like me. I could get fired."

Y/N frowned. Dammit, she didn't want to get him in trouble. Why, God why, had those women thought this was going to be better? An hour in a secluded back room? At least in a crowd, she could try to melt into the background. Now, she'd be headed to a private room, one-on-one with the sexiest man she'd ever been near.

Everything he did seemed calculated to make her start overheating. Even just the way he leaned close to her, his hand braced against the back of the bench seat she was on. The position caused his bicep and pectoral muscles to flex and shift under smooth, naturally tanned skin. Most of the guys she'd seen tonight looked like they spent hours in a tanning bed or spray tan booth. But this man had a golden glow to his skin that made her imagine him spending hours shirtless in the sun.

Her mind drifted along that beautiful train of thought for a moment until he pulled her back by straightening up and putting his hand out toward her again.

"I'm Dean."

Y/N put her hand in his and tried to act as though shivers weren't racing up her arm as her hand was engulfed in his massive one.

"Y/N." she answered and gasped again as Dean pulled her to her feet with an easy tug. He nodded toward the back of the room.

"So?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. Surely she could manage fifteen minutes or so in his presence, long enough to convince his boss that Dean was doing his job.

She followed him through the labyrinthine tables and chairs and through a thick black curtain. On the other side was a long hallway that had about a dozen doors along it. Dean brought them to one that said "Private # 3" and indicated she should go first through the door.

The room wasn't really what she'd been expecting. She'd thought it would be a little seedy, maybe a bit trashy, all animal prints and sequins.

But it was a medium-sized room with a couple of tasteful leather couches, a table and two chairs, and a counter that doubled as a bar, complete with mini fridge. The only thing in the room that hinted that Dean occasionally took all his clothes off in here, was the small stage in the corner.

Dean led her over to one of the couches and she sat on the very edge, entirely too nervous to relax into the cushion. Dean moved over to a the small liquor station on the counter.

"Can I make you a drink?" He asked, but Y/N shook her head.

"I don't really drink."

Dean nodded and poured himself a tumbler of amber liquid. She had no idea what it was but he took a sip and pursed his lips as he swallowed. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip again, this time going after a stray drop of liquor.

Y/N felt her stomach swoop and she subtly pushed her thighs together.

He turned around and grabbed a long-sleeved plaid shirt that hung over the back of one of the chairs at the table. Before he shrugged the shirt onto his broad shoulders, Y/N caught a glimpse of his beautifully muscled back and round, plump ass.

She knew he was likely putting the shirt on for her benefit, trying to put her more at ease, but she sort of wished he'd left it off for just a little longer. It seemed a shame to cover up the work of art that was his back and backside.

He left the shirt hanging open, so she was still treated to the site of his flat stomach, and smooth chest as he came and sat beside her. He stayed at the edge of the couch as well, so that his body was close enough to hers that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

He took another sip of his drink before he spoke.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?"

Y/N was slightly startled by the mundane question. Although, she wasn't sure what she'd figured he was going to ask as a conversation starter.

What's your favorite sexual position?

Cowgirl.

She answered the imaginary question inside her own mind and then immediately began envisioning herself straddling his lap, grinding down on him, his hands spanning her waist before sliding up and cupping her breasts, squeezing...

"Y/N?" Dean bumped her shoulder gently with his in an attempt to rouse her from her musings long enough to answer his very respectable question.

Y/N shook her head. Jesus! she thought. Get a grip!

"Oh, I'm a student." she managed to get the words out passed her incredibly dry throat. Maybe she should have something to drink. She coughed a little and cleared her throat.

"Do you want a soda?" Dean asked. "There are a couple cans in the fridge."

Y/N nodded. "That would be great. Thanks."

Dean walked over to the mini fridge that was housed under the counter. As he bent over to get the soda, Y/N got a great view of his ass and thighs and all she could do was lick her lips and try to clear her continuously parched throat.

Good God. She desperately wanted to grab a handful of his backside. She shook her head, mortified to realize that she was acting just like the women she'd been judging earlier.

Huh, she thought. Maybe I just didn't meet the right dancer out there.

As Dean walked back towards her, his hips and legs moving him across the room with a self assured swagger, she was suddenly very curious to see him dance. He looked like he might really know what to do with his hips.

When he got back to the couch, he set down an individual plastic glass, like one you'd find in a hotel room, still sealed in plastic, and the closed can of soda.

She realized, as she took the glass out of the wrapping and cracked the drink open to pour it into the glass, that all of this was for her benefit. By letting her open her own drink and pour it into an obviously clean glass, he was letting her feel safe that there was nothing dropped, or going to be dropped, into the drink.

Also, by putting the can on the table beside her, instead of on the low coffee table in front of them both, he kept the glass and can far away from him, as further reassurance for her.

She found the slightly protective action sweet and very endearing.

As he sat back down, he picked up their conversation. "So, what do you take in school?"

Y/N swallowed a sip of the fizzy soda and coughed slightly as she answered.

"Um, I'm in the Masters program at KU, Physics, with a focus on Quantum Physics and the Unified Field Theory."

Dean looked at her, slightly surprised. "Wow. That's..." he shook his head. "Wow."

He was frowning a little and Y/N felt her defenses go up. "What, you think women can't do sciences?"

Dean's head jerked back slightly. "Uh...no. I think I can't do sciences, so it always impresses me when someone else can." He smiled at her and Y/N was immediately contrite.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I get a little defensive." She gave him a sardonic smile. "There are only eight other women in my entire program."

"Wow - that sucks." Dean said, shaking his head. Then he looked back at Y/N and his eyes were full of flirtation. "Huh. Smart and beautiful. That is a deadly combination."

Y/N rolled her eyes but felt herself blush. Flustered, she cleared her throat and asked an incredibly stupid question. "So, what do you do?"

His forehead crinkled and a smirk pulled at his lips. Y/N heard the idiocy of the question almost immediately.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I'm..." she hid her face in her hands. "I'm not really good at the whole social interaction thing." she said, her voice muffled by her fingers.

Dean chuckled softly and the huskiness in the sound made Y/N feel slightly light headed.

"No, don't worry about it." He said, settling back on the couch. "I'm a student too, actually."

"Oh! That's great." Y/N said. "Do you go to KU?"

Dean shook his head ruefully. "Hell no. Not smart enough for that." he winked at her and her stomach flip flopped again. God, he was sexy.

"No, I go to Kansas City Community College. I'm studying to become a fire fighter. Halfway through."

Y/N smiled and then giggled, she couldn't help it.

Dean smiled back. "Well, I mean, I know it's no 'Masters in Quantum Physics' at the age of what, twenty-three?" Dean asked, and under his smile she glimpsed just a trace of self-consciousness. She realized that it must seem like she was laughing at him for going to Community College, or maybe laughing at his choice of careers.

She waved her hands. "No, I'm sorry. I think that's amazing. I couldn't imagine a more demanding or important career. Really, that's so great!"

He seemed mollified and smiled easy again. "Then what are you giggling at?"

Y/N tried to suppress her grin. "It's just...you're a stripper...and a fireman...I just feel like there might be some career overlap there."

He broke into hearty laughter and Y/N felt her breath catch. His head was thrown back and his eyes crinkled at the corners. His laugh was rich and warm and Y/N felt her heart get lighter just listening to it.

She settled back on to the couch too, relaxing in spite of herself.

He clapped his hands and and sighed. "Yeah, there are about a dozen guys here who do a fireman routine. There's definitely overlap."

His smile was wide and his eyes were full of warmth and mirth as he looked at her. Somehow they were even more beautiful now.

Y/N tried to get the conversation back on track. "So, you do this," she waved her hand to indicate the room and club in general. "to pay for school."

Dean grinned. "No, I do this for...beer money mostly."

Y/N tried to hide her surprise, feeling that maybe it would be seen as rude. "Oh. Oh, I see."

Dean grinned at her discomfort. "My other job pays for school, I work part time construction." He raised a hand. "I know, another career overlap." He chuckled. "I also got some scholarships."

Y/N nodded. "Oh, that's so cool." She was clearly off kilter a little and finally just shook her head. "Can I ask you a question?"

Dean smiled, already guessing the question. "Sure."

Y/N confirmed his suspicions. "Why do you do this, then, if you don't need the money?"

Dean shrugged and shifted slightly towards her on the couch. "Well," he said, his voice low. "For one thing, I make a lot of tips."

Y/N chuckled. Yeah, I bet. She thought.

Dean continued, "Also, I'm good at it." His gaze heated up a little and his smile softened and became warmer, sexier. "And," he shrugged again. "I like it."

Y/N tried to ignore the way her fingers itched to reach out and trace his bottom lip. Up close she could see a light sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks. She thought that might be the most adorable/sexy thing she'd ever seen. She kind of wanted to lick them.

Tamping down a moan as she saw his eyes flit to her lips, she tried to get back to what he was saying.

"Really?" she asked. "You like it? I would have thought having all those women pawing at you would be, at best annoying, at worst, might make you feel...I don't know...used?"

He raised one eyebrow. "If I like doing it, and I'm paid well for doing it, and I'm doing it of my own freewill, how could I be being used?" He asked logically.

Y/N shook her head. "I never looked at it like that."

Dean shrugged. "Don't worry about it, most people don't."

He moved closer again, so that their knees were touching and he was close enough that when he put his elbow up on the back of the couch Y/N felt a little caged in by it. She was surprised to find she really, really liked the feeling.

With his arm up, his flannel was also pulled open so she could once again see his golden skin and the muscles along his ribcage. She could also see half of his broad chest along with his right nipple, making her want to reach out and flick it. If she was straddling him and starting flicking it and sucking on it, would he like it?

She took a deep shuddery breath. She needed to get it together.

That plan fell out the window with his next words.

His voice was a low rumble. "Besides, I like the connections I can make with people in the audience. Sometimes when I'm onstage I'll zero in on one woman, making eye contact and letting her know I see her. It feels amazing to make her smile, to make her blush, to make her feel beautiful..."

Dean leaned in close, his lips hovering over Y/N's for just a moment, giving her time to move away, before he lowered his mouth over hers. His kiss was all too brief, a mere brush of the lips.

But he wasn't done. "...make her feel desirable..." He pressed his lips to Y/N's again, but firmer this time, sucking gently on her top lip.

"...make her feel wanted." He finished, in a deep-voiced whisper against Y/N's mouth before he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head so he could lick up into her, sucking on her tongue and pulling it into the warm recesses of his own mouth. Y/N moaned unexpectedly and the raggedness in the sound embarrassed her and she pulled away.

Dean accepted her retreat and sat back from her, but didn't move completely back to his side. He was still close enough that Y/N could have easily reached over and continued the kiss. And she was so tempted to do so.

But she didn't. She just sat awkwardly for a moment, talking herself out of it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Sure." Y/N's voice cracked again and she cleared her throat before taking another sip of her drink.

"Why are you here?"

Y/N swallowed, frowning slightly. "Cause my friends paid for -"

Dean laughed, cutting her off. "No. I know why you're here." he said, patting the couch. "Why are you...here?" He asked, moving his hand in an arc to indicate the whole club. "You looked pretty miserable to be here."

Y/N smiled and shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Because I caved to peer pressure at the ripe old age of twenty four."

She frowned, suddenly curious. "How old are you?"

Dean smiled. "Twenty-six. You're way ahead in your schooling, but I'm way behind. Took me a while to figure out what I wanted."

Y/N shrugged. "When you start school isn't important. Time is relative." When Dean looked skeptical Y/N grinned. "Trust me, I'm a scientist."

Dean laughed and Y/N felt it roll over her like a warm blanket. Finally, he brought them back to his question.

"So, you caved to peer pressure at the age of twenty-four. What does that mean?"

Y/N shook her head. "My friend, well cousin, actually, told me I was being pathetic and I should learn to have fun."

Y/N felt herself flush a little as she admitted, "I don't really have a lot of friends, which I realize is just as sad as it sounds." She tried to laugh it off, but it was something she was really self-conscious about.

"I'm your typical science nerd, I guess. Hell, I'm practically a stereotype." She waved a hand toward herself. "I'm tall and gawky, awkward. And I'm just bad at meeting new people."

Dean looked at her, incredulous. "Gawky?"

Y/N nodded.

Dean let out a breath and raked his gaze up and down Y/N's body slowly. "Not exactly how I'd describe you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up.

Dean's gaze was soft and warm as he watched her. "You're so beautiful."

Y/N scoffed and looked down at her feet, his praise entirely too much for her.

Dean reached over and trailed his knuckles down Y/N's cheek and across her jaw. "And you look amazing in pink."

Y/N ducked her head and Dean pulled his hand back. Y/N looked up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. "That's quite a line. Is that one of your big moves?"

Dean smiled, slow. His movements were also slow as he shifted himself close enough to put his lips to Y/N's ear, trailing his fingertips down from her shoulder to her elbow and causing her to shiver.

"No, you haven't seen my moves. Yet." He said and the word "yet", spoken deep and delicious against her neck just before he pressed a kiss to the hollow spot just behind her earlobe, brought on another shiver.

He pulled back again though and Y/N had never been more disappointed. Her body was screaming at her to stop teasing and just jump on him, already. But her rational mind held her back.

Dean threw back the rest of his drink, and it suddenly occurred to Y/N that she was obviously having some kind of effect on him as well.

She smiled at this unforeseen development. She'd never really thought of herself as desirable before. She'd slept with a handful of guys, but she'd always just figured their interest in her was more due to availability and proximity than to any kind of unslakeable lust.

She liked the feeling.

They sat in silence for a moment or two and then Y/N heard the song that was playing out front, even muffled as it was through the door, and she let out a happy little gasp of surprise.

"Oh! I love this song!"

Dean listened, trying to identify the song. When he did, he cocked a disbelieving brow.

"Bryan Adams?" He took a second to think of the name of the song. "Is this...what is it, 'Heaven'?" He asked, his face scrunched up in distaste.

Y/N punched his shoulder. "Shut up. This song is a classic."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah, classically lame."

Y/N shoved him this time. "How dare you?" she asked in mock outrage. "I'll have you know this was the first song I ever slow danced to. It holds a special place in my heart forever."

Y/N raised her chin and theatrically placed both hands over her heart.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, well then, my apologies. I never meant to belittle your first dance." He grinned. "Who was your partner in that first slow dance?"

Y/N grinned back. "Bradley Smythe."

Dean's eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile grew. "Wow. That is quite the name. Was he part of a royal family?"

Y/N shook her head, laughing. "His dad owned laundromats."

Dean pushed his lips out . "Well, king of the laundry."

Y/N smiled wide at the memory of the school dance. "It was seventh grade and he was very dreamy. He had floppy hair and a puka shell necklace."

Dean laughed out loud. "What a stud."

Y/N joined in the laughter, the memory a happy, sweet one. There weren't a lot of those for her in school since she had been about as popular as one might expect a shy, science-y girl to be.

Their laughter died down and suddenly Dean stood up and reached his hand out toward her.

"Dance with me?"

Julie laughed nervously now. "Oh god, no...I don't..."

Dean's eyes turned pleading. "Come on! I mean, I don't have time to grow my hair out," he said pushing a hand through his short, light brown hair. "But, I'm pretty sure if I looked hard enough I could find a puka shell necklace around her somewhere."

Y/N giggled. "No, no, that's fine. But..."

Dean pouted, and it was about the sexiest fucking thing Y/N had ever seen. It was also her undoing.

"Please?" he cajoled. "The song's half over already, so it won't be a long dance."

Sighing, she put her hand in his and let him pull her up.

He placed his hands on her waist, arms completely straight as he stood a good two feet away from her, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Does this seem like a good representation of the seventh grade dance technique."

Y/N laughed and put her hands on his shoulders, shuffling back and forth with him. She squinted as though thinking it over before nodding. "Yeah...yes. This feels about right."

She chuckled, a sound that turned into a breathless gasp as Dean pulled her up against him, slipping his right hand around to her lower back, and sliding it just under the hem of her t-shirt, so that she felt the warmth of it on her skin.

He took her right hand off his shoulder, surrounding it completely in his massive left hand, and tucking it up against his chest.

"I like my technique better." Dean said.

She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, desire evident in every line of her face. "So do I."

Dean began swaying to the rhythm of the song, pulling her along with him, splaying his long, thick fingers across the small of her back so that he could guide her movements, and press her against him as they moved together.

As they danced, Dean sang softly in Y/N's ear.

Baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven

Dean wasn't a great singer, but he was decent and the lyrics, combined with the soft, deep, gravelly voice he used to sing them, his lips hovering just over the pulse point in her neck, was enough to make Y/N's panties even wetter than they already were.

"I thought you said this song was lame." Y/N said, her voice raspy with need. Her mind was swimming, every nerve in her body on fire for his touch. "Yet, somehow you know the lyrics."

She felt him smile against her neck before attaching his lips to her skin and sucking a bruise into it. Y/N tilted her head back to give him better access and Dean groaned deeply, the sound shooting straight to her core.

He dropped his hands to cup the globes of her ass through her jeans and pressed her against him, tightly enough that she could feel the size and hardness of him even through their layers of clothes.

Y/N took hold of his face in her hands, pulling him up from the sinful attention he was giving her neck, so that he was looking at her. She brought his lips to hers and sighed into his mouth as he took over the kiss, delving his tongue deeply into her.

Y/N moaned and fisted the open sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. But Dean pulled away from the kiss suddenly, taking deep breaths.

"I have a confession to make." He said his voice husky with desire.

Y/N looked at him through a haze of heat and wanting, trying to focus on what he was saying. "What confession?" she asked, not really caring. He could confess to being the Zodiac killer and she might not care at this point, she wanted him so badly.

He looked seriously in her eyes though. "I lied."

Y/N frowned, questioning.

He smiled sheepishly and shrugged a shoulder. "You're friends never paid me for anything."

"What?"

"I saw you sitting out there and you were so unbelievably beautiful and looked so miserable, I just really wanted to get you out of there, so I told you I'd been paid to give you a private show." He grinned, clearly not overly repentant. "But I was the one who wanted to give you a private show."

Y/N stared, flabbergasted.

"Forgive me?" he asked.

Y/N's answer was to push him back down onto the couch and straddle him.

Dean chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Y/N nodded. "Yes, forgiven." She breathed out as she pushed Dean's plaid, flannel shirt off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach.

Deciding to test out her earlier theory, she pinched his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Dean sucked in a breath and bit into his bottom lip. Encouraged Y/N leaned down and sank her teeth gently into the fleshy nub.

Dean growled and rocked his hips up into her. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her, slamming her back down and dragging her along the bulge behind his zipper.

Y/N let out a low cry, fire racing across her skin. She reached for Dean's zipper and tugged, while Dean pulled her t-shirt over her head and buried his face in her cleavage, kissing and nipping her skin as he palmed her breasts through her black, lacy bra.

Y/N reached into Dean's open zipper and ran her hand up the bulge in his underwear. God, he was huge. And thick. Y/N felt her mouth water as she thought about what she'd do to him when she got his cock free of it's confines.

As she started tugging at his jeans and underwear trying to encourage Dean to lift his hips so she could slide them off, Dean groaned and grabbed her wrists.

"Wait, wait...Y/N..." He was breathing hard and ragged, chest rising and falling as though he'd run a mile. "Just...let's take a second."

Y/N shook her head. "Why?"

Dean smiled as he let his head fall back onto the couch. His neck was exposed and as he swallowed, the column of his throat moved under his skin, and Y/N wanted to lick all the way up it and then nibble on the sharp corner of his jaw. But she respected Dean's request to press pause.

He brought his head back up and rubbed his hand down his face. "I just wanna slow down a little."

Y/N shrugged. She felt a little awkward now as she sat on his lap so she started to shuffle off. But Dean moved his hands back to her hips again and held her still.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he gripped her tightly.

Y/N frowned at him. "I'm...you just said..."

Dean moved his hands from where they sat on her hips, and ran them up her back, locking her in an embrace and pressing her against his chest.

"I said I wanted to slow down. I didn't say I wanted to stop." He reached his mouth up to her neck.

He began tracing patterns there with his tongue, swirling it in the hollow at the base of her throat before closing his mouth over her collarbone and sucking hard.

Y/N let out a moan and pushed her fingers through his incredibly soft hair.

He licked at the bruise he left on her skin before looking up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want.

"I just wanna savor you. I don't wanna rush and miss any part of you."

Y/N shuddered at his words and an idea formed in her mind. She wondered if she was brave enough to try it. Looking down at the raw need on his face, the desire he had for her, she decided she was.

She kissed him hard and fast and then pushed on his arms to get him to let go.

When he did she scooted off of his lap before he could grab her back. He scowled, opening his mouth, probably to reassure her again, that he didn't actually want to stop.

But she raised her finger. "Just give me a minute." she said, her smile shy and yet mischievous.

Once he realized she wasn't about to flee, Dean smiled slowly and leaned back against the couch once again.

Julie pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket and searched out the song she was looking for. When she found it, she pressed play and set her phone down on the coffee table. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak began as Y/N walked the few feet to the stage in the corner and stepped up.

The discordant, crying guitar in the song raised goosebumps on Y/N's skin as her nerves tried to get the best of her.

But she took a deep breath and with her back to Dean so she didn't have to see him watching her, she began to sway her hips to the low, seductive, voice of Chris Isaak.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

Y/N let her mind go blank, forcing down all her insecurities and just listening to the lyrics and thinking about Dean's hands on her skin as she ran her own over her hips and ass. As the high falsetto of the chorus kicked in, Y/N turned to face Dean, risking a glance at him.

She felt like an electric shock ran straight to her core, making her inner walls clench around nothing, as she saw the look on his face as he watched her.

She'd never had anyone want her that way, so nakedly, so obviously starving for her. Usually her encounters with men were quick and she tried not to spend any time thinking about what they were thinking because inevitably her anxieties and insecurities about herself would rear up and ruin the sex immediately.

But there was something about Dean that made her feel brave, feel as though she was safe with him. With him she felt she could expose herself for real, allow herself to be sexy and sexual, and he would never mock her for it, or make her feel like anything less than a goddess.

She felt like that now, as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. She wrapped an arm around her breasts, holding the bra in place even as she slid the straps down her arms.

Eventually she let the garment fall to the ground and pushed her breasts together with her hands, kneading them before releasing them with a small bounce as she pushed her hands south down her body, over her stomach and over the front of her jeans. She undid the button on her waistband and slowly inched her zipper down.

She peeked up from under her lashes to see Dean had begun to run his big hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing himself as she stripped.

She felt more wetness pool in her panties as she saw him pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it before letting it slowly slip out, sinking his sharp white teeth into it.

She turned away from him again as she began to inch her jeans down her hips slowly. As they slid down her thighs, she bent over, exposing her panty covered pussy as she stepped out of them.

And I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love With you

When she straightened up and turned back around she gasped. Silently, Dean had approached the stage so that he was less than a foot away from her.

She approached the edge of the stage, her hips continuing to sway in time to the slow, melodic rhythm of the music.

She put her hands on her hips, intending to push her panties down, but Dean reached up and pushed her hands away. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the stage before looking up at her as he yanked down her panties.

With her on the stage, she was the perfect height for his mouth to immediately sink into her slick folds. His blunt fingers pressed into the fleshiness of her ass and he held her in place on his mouth plunging his tongue up into her.

She tried to keep her balance with one hand on his shoulder and one hand fisted in his short hair but it was no easy feat and as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to flick his tongue across it, she felt her knees begin to buckle.

Dean gripped her more tightly in his big hands, not letting her fall as he continued to suck and lick at her pussy.

Y/N's first orgasm ripped through her almost unexpectedly. She could feel it building slowly, but then Dean did something with his tongue inside her that she couldn't possibly have described, but it caused her inner muscles to clench and shockwaves of pleasure to burst over her skin.

Dean kept his mouth where it was, milking her climax as long as possible and happily lapping up the evidence. As she came down from it and the song drew to a close, Dean wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her down off the stage.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her, wet and hot, and she could taste herself on his lips.

He lowered her to the couch; the leather was cold on her burning skin as he stepped away from her.

Now that Wicked Game had ended and the room was quiet again, they could hear Cherry Pie by Warrant playing in the front of the club. Dean grinned wide as he stepped back a bit and began to roll his hips in sync with the song.

Y/N watched, completely enraptured as he ran a wide, flat palm down his torso and into the front of his open jeans. He bucked up into his hand as the drums in the song kicked up, keeping perfect rhythm.

He pulled his hand out of his jeans and looped his thumbs into his belt loops. As he continued to roll his body, his stomach muscles flexing, he peeled his jeans down over his hips and thighs, exposing the powerful muscles she'd known were hidden under the denim.

Finally, he pulled his boxer briefs down while he moved in a slow circle timing it so that his back was to her just as his briefs slipped over his plump ass, giving her the view she'd wanted. His broad, muscled back tapered down to his waist where two little dimples sat just above the beautiful curve of his ass.

Y/N made a mental note to explore those dimples more later. But as he turned to face her she was distracted from her thoughts of dipping her tongue into the indentations.

He pulled his briefs all the way down in the front and his cock slapped against his stomach, rock hard and leaking precum. He kicked off his jeans and underwear and walked back to where she was still laying on the couch. He sat down and reached over to pull Y/N up so she could once again straddle his lap.

She lined herself up and sank slowly onto his cock. She could feel him stretching her and hissed at the pleasurable burn. When she'd taken all of him and was sitting flush against his thighs she groaned deeply.

Dean reached up and pinched her nipples between his strong fingers, before pulling on them roughly. The tug caused her inner walls to clench tightly around his cock and Dean smiled at her unintentional physical response.

He pinched her nipple again, this time holding on to it and rapidly moving his wrist up and down so that weight of her breast caused a very pleasurable pull against his grip.

He pinched her nipple once more, pressing his blunt thumbnail into it before he let it go. Then he reached out with his fingertips and gave a small stinging slap to the side of her breast.

Y/N let out a deep groan and unconsciously ground down hard onto his cock. Dean was breathing hard as he licked the fingers on his other hand and delivered another slap the other breast, this one causing a sharper sting with his wet fingers. Y/N scored her nails down his chest in response.

She was surprised, having never had any idea she would enjoy having her tits slapped. Dean pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit down, not hard, but hard enough that she felt the jolt through her whole body. He then took more of her breast into the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and sucked on it hard and deep and Y/N plunged her hands into his hair and pulled roughly as her cunt clenched around him.

Her breast fell from his mouth as he grunted harshly. He picked Y/N up and slammed her back down on him, rutting up into her. She screamed out a moan as the tip of his long, thick cock dragged across her g-spot before it slammed into her cervix.

Their bodies were both slick with sweat as Dean lifted her a half a dozen more times, Y/N helping by grasping onto his shoulders and riding him, swiveling her hips every time her ass slapped against his thighs.

Y/N's second orgasm was a much longer one, she could feel it coming and obviously so could Dean because he purposefully slowed everything down, making her whimper as she tried to rock her hips against him, but he held her tight, fingers bruising her hips.

He reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it slowly, controlling the speed at which she would get off.

"Take your time, Sweetheart." He said, his voice all grit and heat. "We're in no rush here."

But Y/N was impatient as she slanted her mouth over his and rubbed her tongue against his, trying to coax him into going faster.

She felt the coil inside tightening and tightening. Finally it snapped and she threw her head back shouting out her pleasure.

"Fuck, Dean! Oh, God - fuck!" she cried.

Dean let go of her hips then and allowed her to ride him through her climax and into his own. With a last powerful thrust upwards, Dean simply shouted, "Fuck!" and Y/N felt him shoot up into her.

She fell against his chest, shaking from the strength of her orgasm, her cunt still rippling with after shocks.

As their breathing normalized Y/N began to shiver in earnest, the sweat on her body evaporating and making her cold. Dean reached down and grabbed his flannel shirt from where it had landed on the floor.

Not willing to let her go yet, he stayed inside her and simply wrapped the shirt over Y/N's shoulders and pulled her tighter against his warm body. Y/N was quite content and snuggled into his chest.

Dean hummed in satisfaction as he ran his hands up and down her back. "That was a hell of a show, Sweetheart. If the scientist thing doesn't work out, you might have a career as a stripper."

Y/N laughed softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

"Well, thanks for asking me to dance."

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Thanksgiving Dean

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Another holiday has arrived.  

Rating: Explicit

Regardless of rating, this is an 18+ ONLY blog.   

Word Count: 1680

Squick Warnings:   None

Note: Please don’t steal my writing.  I worked hard on it.  My work cannot be reproduced or posted by anyone without my express, written consent. Reblog is great!  Copy and paste is theft.     ALSO: I have a serious issue with tense.  Please forgive me.

Summary: Thanksgiving is here and Dean is looking forward to a day full of…being full of food.

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mark smut where he walks in on u, his friend, masturbating

I'm sorry because I would like to make this gender neutral but i didn't do it, so feel free to ask again if you want other pronouns, I'm using a female reader, tho.

Pretty Little Girl

Pairing: idol! Mark Lee x female reader

Warnings: it's more of a disclaimer, I'm a really soft stan, so this might turn really disappointing because I'm just making it suggestive i guess, I'm sorry in advance for that. Also I'm a sucker for tittles inspired by song names so I'll leave the song too although it doesn't match the vibe at all. Allow me to re-think this and I'll make a part 2 with the actual smut.

Mark had been waiting for months the day someone would tell him that he would finally have a day off. He loved the feeling of making his dream come true and the love his fans gave him made it worth it every day, but he could barely remember the last time he was able to sleep properly, and he had been struggling with a feeling of loneliness for some weeks now, all he wanted to do was to be with his friends, to have a day where he could watch a movie and don't move from the couch at all. But mostly, he missed his best friend.

It would be a lie if he said he was trying to keep in contact, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, rather that he couldn't manage to do everything at once, the day only had twenty four hours, after all, and he was busy twenty already.

So, after months of nonstop promotions and comebacks, he got told that he could take a weekend off. It was a blessing, he thought. It wasn't enough time to go back home as would've wished, but it was enough time to surprise his best friend with an spontaneous movie night.

He brought face masks, snacks and wine, and didn't bother to call before, he figured that even if you were busy, he could use the key to the apartment that you once gave him in case of emergency and sleep until you were back.

He entered the building confidentiality, and opened your door only to be met with complete darkness. He called your name and when he wouldn't hear an answer, he went straight to your bedroom, he thought about calling you before he fell asleep on your bed.

But Mark wasn't ready for the heavenly view he got as soon as he opened the window. You were biting your lip, with your eyes shut while your delicate hands caressed your crotch through your lacey panties. Soft whimperz came out of your mouth, and he instinctively slide his hands into his quickly growing bulge.

He had often thought about kissing you, because he couldn't really understand if he had feelings for you, and he figured that kissing you was the only way to know, but having you like that in front of him, he was sure then that he definitely felt something. Nevertheless, he was a little bit embarrassed because he never thought he'd be the kind of guy to masturbate to the sight of a girl he was essentially spying.

“Oh, Mark”

When his name came out of your mouth in such a naughty way, every hint of embarrassment and doubt he was having faded immediately. His hands left his cock and he wondered if you could have heard him entering, but when he realized your eyes were still closed, he realized, too, that maybe he wasn't the only one feeling something for the other.

He tried to think of a smooth way to make an entrance, and thought of maybe closing the door so he wouldn't be that perv. He silently did and proceeded to call your phone, and you picked up, a little bit pissed to be interrupted but too nice to not do it.

“Are you busy?”

“Uhm, just in the middle of something”

He opened the door again, eyes dark and full of excitement

“Yeah, that's what I heard” as he rushed to finally connect your lips with his.

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A.N: i am physically incapable of writing smut but I'm trying again soon, i didn't want to take longer without answering this request because it had been sitting in my asks for a while. I SWEAR I *WILL* MAKE A PART TWO JUST LET ME GET MENTALLY READY. If you can bear with my slowness, feel free to request.

Have a nice day. ♡

The Hookup Henley

Summary: Dean is struggling with the Mark of Cain. Y/N, his best friend, wants to make him feel better. Will she succeed? What happens when the mark takes over?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, both protected and unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), MoC!Dean

Prompts: 

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Night club

Dean’s green Henley

Square filled: Friends with benefits @spnmixedbingo 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this fic for @libre1rose8 300 Follower Celebration! Congratulations again, my friend! 💕 You deserve every single follower and so many more! 😘 I hope you enjoy my contribution to your challenge (that totally took on a life of its own) 💗 Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“Come on, Dean, just try it! For me. Please?”

Dean tossed his head back, sighing in exasperation. “I’m too old for this shit.”

Y/N walked into his bedroom, coming to a halt in front of him. The older Winchester brother was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed, a stack of books and papers settled in his lap. Y/N placed her hands on her hips, gazing down at him with her tongue stuck between her teeth.

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