“I can give you a hundred reasons not to,” he chuckled to himself. “But you’ve already made up your mind. So what are the chances you’re going to stick around?” He scoffed. He had already admitted defeat and he wasn’t going to waste his breath. You knew that much. What was worse was the fact that you thought he would. You thought he’d try, because there was a part of him that still loved you deeply, even if he had never expressed it with words. You couldn’t have been more wrong. Your hope had turned to disappointment. Your heart shattering in the process.
You nodded your head, your tongue pressing to the roof of your mouth to help you refrain from crying even more, embarrassing yourself further. “I’ll be out within the hour,” you breathed out. You turned on your heel, your head sagging in defeat. Your heart heavy, along with the rest of your body. Every ounce of energy had dissipated in your body.
“I’m not enough for you, Y/N. I never have been enough,” he said lowly. “I don’t deserve a love like yours. You tell me that you love me every night before I go to sleep and I have never said those same words to you. And you haven’t complained. I let the women in the bars flirt with me, not even thinking that it would hurt you. I didn’t even comprehend that they were flirting because all I can think about is you. I’m still an asshole for letting it happen, and you deserve someone better than me. Someone who won’t let women flirt with him at the bar. Someone who won’t try to push you away when times get hard.”
“I never said you weren’t good enough for me, Dean. Don’t you dare say that to me,” you stated, turning around to face him. Your expression was angry at best, but sad at the same time. “I never needed you to tell me you loved me every single day, Dean. Your actions spoke louder than words ever could. I didn’t need to hear those three words.”
“Then tell me what you need. Tell me what you need me to do and I’ll fucking do it. I’m not letting you walk out that door without a fight,” he declared. “Tell me.”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point? What’s the fucking point? The point is you’re the first girl I’ve ever loved this much and I can’t stand the thought of you not by my side. I know things have sucked lately and I know I’ve pushed you so far that you have every right to walk out that door but I will never forgive myself if I didn’t fight for you. Tell me what I can do to fix this and dammit I will. You want a bouquet of a dozen roses everyday then I’ll do it. You want a date night once or twice a week and I’ll fucking plan a date night. Tell me that there is something I can do to fix this. I know I don’t deserve it but please. Please don’t give up on me.”
“What I want is for us to stop fighting about everything. I want you to be able to trust me and trust that I’m a good hunter and that you don’t have to be on my case every single time. I want to come home and know that I can relax and not have to worry about where I might be sleeping tonight. I don’t want to question whether you love me or not. I don’t want you to push me away when things get tough or watch a bartender hit on you yet again and have you do nothing about it. I just want you, Dean. I want the man I fell in love with,” you told him. You were calm, even though your heart was racing a mile a minute. Dean nodded his head after every sentence and you know full well that you had his attention. “I don’t need flowers or date nights every week. I just need to know you love me and that we’re in this together.”
“We’re in this together. I promise you right here, right now. I’ll fix this,” he breathed out, taking a step closer to you. He was hesitant at getting closer to you. Instead, he reached his hand out. You weren’t going to deprive yourself from being in the arms of the man you loved, even if he had screwed up. In an instant, you were in his arms, hugging him tightly.
“I suggest to start, you take me to bed and makeup for the months that passed without you touching me.”
This is literally EVERYTHING I want out of the next Dragon Age: Inquisition DLC. Plus the gear he ran away with. Those were Tier 4 deets! Not to mention those answers he promised. And you know, a cure for the heartbreak.
Feel free to share your Lavellan’s rant to a runaway Solas! I know exactly what MINE has to say!
A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot Michael fic. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
This was requested by @flufy07:
Imagine during the apocalypse you get taken hostage by Zachariah to get dean to say yes and michael falling for you during your time as heavens prisoner? (and is being a dick and stuff XD) please?
Zachariah threw you into one of Heaven’s prison cells. He didn’t care about hurting you either. You were only a ploy to get Dean Winchester to say yes to being Michael’s vessel. You almost wished you could kill the angel who took you.
“Let me out of here,” you shouted, grabbing onto the bars of the cell.
“Not a chance [Y/N],” Zachariah sneered. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up killing you. You’re nothing more than a piece of meat. The perfect bait.”
“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill your ass,” you seethed.
“Hah,” the angel scoffed. “I’d like to see you try.” Zachariah walked down the hall and out of sight.
A/N: Part 5C! Holy crap, okay. So it’s 3:52AM, I just finished this and I cried like a baby. Well, I’m crying like a baby which is why I’m going to leave this here and do the links tomorrow. Enjoooooy! ❤️ (Also, I feel like strawberry Jell-O now.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 7: ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D/Part 5A/5B)
The closer your contractions got, the more nervous you and Chris became. You were in a lot of pain so you tried to focus on that pain to distract yourself from the fact that you were about to have a baby. You channeled your writer’s mind, convincing yourself that this was an experience you could use to better your writing. You did things like that all the time, you found you coped better if you saw what you feared doing as an experience to help with your writing. The last time you went to the dentist, you told yourself you were a spy who’d been caught and was being tortured for information. Chris thought you were insane, but said if it worked to relieve you of your anxiety that came every time you had to go to the dentist that you should “do you, boo.” So now that you were having ridiculously painful contractions- which had become five minutes apart- you convinced yourself you were being stabbed so you could later utilize the pain to write something in the crime/thriller genre.
Chris couldn’t do what you were doing, he was too focused on you to think of anything else. You were in absolute agony, whimpering every time you had a contraction. It’d been three and a half hours of five minute apart contractions, yet still no progress. You wished it was easier, that after your water broke you’d just start pushing and a baby would pop out of you. Unfortunately, it was not; you were going to suffer for quite a while before your son arrived. Chris was glad your parents were around to keep the two of you company, but he really wished his mom was too. He glanced at his watch, it wouldn’t be long now. It was 11:56AM now, and her flight was arriving at 12:15PM. Your dad left for the airport half an hour ago to pick Lisa up for Chris as neither you nor Chris wanted him to leave your side. You needed him with you every step of the way, there was no way you were going to do anything without him.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Chris asked, gently brushing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t take the pain anymore, your distraction was losing its effect because no story was worth what you were going through. “Do you want me to get you something from the vending machine? Do you want me to go get you a packet of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?” He asked you and you nodded quickly, hoping chocolate would help subside some of the pain.
“Oh no,” your mom stopped Chris, “no. I don’t recommend eating while in labor, sweetheart. It’ll be dangerous if they have to end up putting you under, you could vomit and choke.” You frowned with a pout, and Chris gave your hand a light pat. “If you really need to eat something, you’ve got to keep it light. You shoulder only eat things that won’t make you feel worst than you already do, and we all know chocolate is not one of those things.”
“That’s true, baby,” Chris agreed with your mom, and you silently did too; you liked chocolate, but chocolate didn’t always like you. It wasn’t like you were allergic or intolerant, it was more of a psychological reaction because you preferred to clean eat and chocolate was part of clean eating. “You can have Reese’s after you have Jack, as a celebratory snack.”
“So what can I have?” You asked, then screwed your eyes shut as another contraction hit you. It wasn’t even just the contractions that caused you pain, it was everything; everything hurt at that point in time. “Other than ice chips because I’m sick of chewing ice chips,” you told them, taking another few deep breaths.
“I’m going to go see if I can get you some Jell-O,” your mom offered, patting the back of your hand. “Watch her and call Dr. McCullough if anything changes.” She told Chris and he nodded. “And don’t you try and convince him to get you that chocolate bar, young lady.” She told you before she took her leave because she knew the both of you all too well.
“She’s good,” Chris chuckled softly when he saw you roll your eyes. “But honestly,” he pulled your hand to his lips. “I don’t need much convincing, I would do anything for you right now.” You opened your mouth to ask for chocolate, only to get shot down. “Anything that doesn’t make you feel worst than you already do. How are you feeling?” He quizzed, lowering your hand back onto the bed.
“Conflicted,” you answered, pulling your hand away from his touch so you could wipe the tears from your eyes. “Like I want this to be over, but I don’t think I’m ready to have the baby.” You told him and he gave you a sympathetic smile. “Chris,” another fresh set of tears filled your eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this. I know I said I wouldn’t be like Pam, but-“ you started to cry, “I don’t think I can do this. It hurts so bad already, I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He got off his chair and sat down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Look-” he huffed. “I can’t promise you it won’t hurt because we both know it is, but I promise I’m going to be right here with you. Okay?” He waited for you to nod then kissed the top of your head. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered into your hair as you leaned into him.
“I love you too.”
Your mom came back with strawberry Jell-O about ten minutes later, and you ate that while you weren’t suffering from contractions. Around 1:24PM, your contractions became even closer at four minutes apart, and your dad arrived with Lisa. The rest of Chris’ family, and yours weren’t due until the 15th of March which was a Sunday, the day after Jack’s original birth date. They figured you were already panicky enough, you didn’t need a room full of people while you were trying to push a baby out of you.
The next few hours leading up to 4:14PM- when your cervix was finally dilated enough- your contractions progressed at a steady pace to the stage your doctor needed you to be at. Chris joked, saying “Jack must know I needed Mom here.” You managed a light laugh, then went back to freaking out because you knew you were about to start pushing. The nurses checked your pulse, blood pressure, and temperature, then strapped a monitor to your abdomen to check Jack’s heart rate. You and Chris couldn’t stop smiling when you heard Jack’s little heartbeat. As scared and nervous as the both of you were, you were excited to bring a little life into world.
Your delivery took about ninety minutes, and all ninety minutes was engulfed in immense pain. You cried, you screamed, you swore, and you squeezed the life out of Chris’ hand- but you did it, all without pooping on the table or having an episiotomy. Your afterbirth was fairly easy on you too, it took no less than five minutes. You’d read birth stories online about women having trouble with their placenta, and you were glad you weren’t one of them. But that it, you were done. You were no longer pregnant, you no longer had to suffer contractions or push because- Jack was here and you were a mom.
“Here’s your son, you two.”
Chris felt his heart skip a beat when Dr. McCullough held up Jack for the two of you to see. You were a little too distracted by the pain to zero in your blurry vision on your baby, but Chris saw him. Chris saw Jack; he covered in blood and gunk, but he was absolutely beautiful. You cried out of joy when Chris said, “you did it, he’s beautiful, baby” and kissed your forehead. The nurse quickly wiped your son’s face then bundled him up so he could meet his parents for the first time.
You were hesitant to take Jack at first because you’d never held a newborn before. He seemed so small and fragile, and you were afraid you’d hurt him. But Chris, and everyone else in the room assured you “babies are a lot stronger than they seem.” Chris sat beside you as the nurse carefully placed Jack into your arms, and the moment you held him- you understood why people wanted children, why you would gladly have a second in a heartbeat. Everything you’d been so afraid of faded and everything just fell into place. You were a mom, the baby in your arms was yours. You started to sob which worried Chris until he realized you were smiling. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed the top of your head, his other hand gently interacted with one of Jack’s.
Your son was beautiful with eyes as blue as Chris’; you had hoped they would be and you were glad they were. Now every parent believed their baby was the most beautiful baby they’d ever laid eyes on, but you knew for a fact that yours was. He was utter perfection and you couldn’t believe you were finally in your arms after nine months of waiting. Neither you nor Chris could stop smiling, or crying at the sight of Jack. He was real, it wasn’t just a vivid dream. You’d just had a baby boy, the two of you were parents.
“Hi,” you smiled at Jack, who you swore smiled back. Chris smiled, he smiled widely as he watched you interact with Jack. “We’re your mom and dad, we made you.” You started crying harder when you said that because it still seemed impossible that humans could make smaller humans. “And we will love you unconditionally and endlessly.” You whispered softly then kissed his tiny forehead.
“Just like I love you,” Chris said and you turned to him, smiling when he dipped his head and pecked your lips. “I am so proud of you, Y/N. You brought life into this world, you helped me become a father.” You pressed a kiss to his jawline then turned back to Jack when Chris’ gaze fell on him. “Welcome to the world, Jackson Christopher Evans.”
You don’t want to sleep with Kai and he doesn’t know why, but when you explain him why, he shows you how amazing it can be
You had been
laying on your bed with Kai right beside you, covered with a white blanket,
only your feet dangling out of it as it was too short to cover your entire
body. The movie was almost done and you could have sworn that Kai’s eyes would
actually looking in your direction and where the movies was streaming. You had
ignored him this entire time, thinking that maybe he would stop, but no. His
eyes were burning through your skin, the tension in your room so obvious that
it could have been cut with the sharpest knife out there. The feeling of his
eyes on you, not that it made you uncomfortable, but it made your skin feel
sensitive. He was your weakness and you were his, but you knew that if you made
eye contact with him, you would give yourself to him and you didn’t want that.
Yours and Kai’s relationship could have been called a relationship, but there
was still something that you and him hadn’t done at all. It was about sex. Even
though Kai tried multiple times to do something, make a move or even touch you
through your clothes, you slapped his hand away and shook your head no as if you were afraid. There was even
that one time when Kai thought that you were a virgin and felt really pissed
about you not telling him because he didn’t want to hurt you in any way, but it
wasn’t about that. You didn’t feel comfortable doing anything and didn’t want
to. The thoughts that had always been going through you mind were that you
might lose Kai because of it, but you had been too embarrassed to tell him what
all of this was about. Kai had always been careful with you and taking care of
you, but there was a small part inside you that thought that he would somehow
feel different about what was troubling you and why you hadn’t let him touch
‘You have no
idea how creepy this is.’ You muttered as you heard Kai chuckle at your words,
clearly finding it amusing how you looked while watching tv or doing anything
watching you. Especially when you look so good, like you do now.’ He whispered
on your ear, his warm tongue making a one swift stroke on your earlobe. You
looked at him seriously, a huge grin on his face and he wasn’t even trying to
hide it. He had something planned and you knew it.
‘I’m a mess
and have my sweatpants on. I don’t know how you think that’s hot at all.’ You
pulled your blanket up a little bit, wrapping it around you a bit more, feeling
the warmth of it radiating through your body and keeping you warm besides Kai’s
body being unbelievably close to you. He propped himself up on his elbow, and
laid on his hip so he could get a better view on you. His finger slowly
trailing down your cheek, making invisible patterns on your skin, his soft
touch making you chuckle a little bit before you went back to concentrating on
the movie even though you have already missed some parts of it. He tucked your
hair behind your ear, getting more access to your exposed neck and to your vein
that was clearly visible, the blood colliding through it. Kai trailed his
finger over it, feeling how your pulse had picked up its pace, knowing
immediately that you had gotten nervous for some reason.
blurted out and shot a stronge glance in his direction, your neck getting
covered by your hair, but the sound of your beating heart was still pretty loud
you.’ He stated, seeing how you rolled your eyes at his comment. He hadn’t said
anything about it, but you saw that he was slowly starting to get annoyed by
your behavior and you knew you couldn’t kept that going, acknowledging that
maybe the time has time to tell Kai why you have been acting like that. Moments
after, he ignored your words and exhaled deeply, returning to his actions. 'I
would love to know what you taste like.’ He whispered on your ear, your body
jerking at his words. He could have been referring to different parts of your
body, but deep down inside your body, you knew exactly what he meant by that.
He started suckling on your earlobe, his hot breath tickling your neck while
his one hand slowly slipped under the blanket and tugged at your shirt, his
fingertips slowly brushing against your skin. You squirmed in your seat, tried
to ignore it, but he slipped his hand further up, getting closer to your bare
breasts. You sighed quietly and that was when you grabbed his hand, surprising
other time.’ You stuttered and looked him directly into his beautiful eyes,
confusion showing on his face, his hand pulling out of your shirt, to run his
fingers through his hair in frustration. He wasn’t frustrated because you had
been rejecting him every time it came to a possibility of having sex with him.
It was because you didn’t want to tell him what was bothering you and he hated
living in ignorance. You could have gone away with everything and he forgot it,
but not this time. 'I’m sorry, but, I can’t talk about this right now. I have
to go.’ You quickly got up off the bed, throwing your blanket on Kai and walked
out of the room, leaving the doors opened behind you and stormed right into the
kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. You took a few sips, feeling the
cold drink trickle down your throat as you leaned against the kitchen counter
and took a deep breath, think how you got away with it once again. But you
didn’t. You heard Kai’s footsteps coming closer as seconds passed, nervousness
in your body growing higher. You placed your glass into the sink and exhaled
heavily, preparing yourself for whatever Kai will have to say. He stopped right
behind you, his tall body pressing against yours, towering over you. He wrapped
his arms around your waist, them meeting right in front of your stomach. He
leaned down a little bit and placed his head on your shoulder, his lips
unbelievably close to your ear. He kissed your cheek while his hand slowly
massaged your stomach, once again tugging at your shirt.
keep running away from me.’ He whispered and turned you around, his hands
gently grabbing onto your arms. His pelvis jolted forward, meeting your crotch.
'God you smell nice.’ His hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, just
under your butt and picked you up, placing you onto the kitchen counter right
next to the sink. He moaned out as if it was the first time he had done
something like this. It wasn’t. Even though you like him being so close to you,
a part of you always wanted to push him back. He trailed his finger over your
thighs, his lips gently pressing against your neck, placing soft kisses on your
skin. You closed your eyes and almost gave in, but when it hit you again why
you had been rejecting him, you shot them open and pushed him away from you,
jumping down off the kitchen counter and took a few steps away from him. A loud
sigh escaped his body, his hand quietly pushing away the plate that was near
him. You wrapped your arms around you body, like you were trying to protect
yourself from him and his actions, as if you didn’t believe him.
'Ok.’ He sat
down on one of the chairs that surrounded the table and tapped his thigh a
couple of times, motioning you to sit down. 'Come here.’ He said, but you
hesitated. 'I promise I won’t bite.’ He said through a slight chuckle,
motioning you to sit down like you were a child that needed comforting. 'We,
have a lot to talk about.’ He pulled you closer by grabbing your arm slightly
as you sat down onto his lap, your legs dangling, completely feeling like a
to talk about?’ You asked, acting all innocent and as if nothing was wrong at
all, like everything was completely perfect between you and Kai and your
like that. Something is clearly wrong and you don’t want to tell me. Why?’ His
voice was really gentle, his eyes specially glistening, strongly focused on
you. You looked down at his lips and then back into his, eyes, running your
fingers through your hair before you took a deep breath and exhaled heavily,
finally speaking up.
'I don’t like
it.’ You blurted out, Kai looking at you utterly confused, not comprehending
what you meant by that. He cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead, his hand
resting on your back.
'What do you
mean? You don’t like what, I’m- I’m afraid I don’t follow.’ He stuttered and
placed a lock of hair behind your ear, his palm gently swiftly stroked your
cheek. His look was, a look filled with empathy or something, as if you had
just told him the worst thing in the world.
like- oh god- Sex. I don’t like sex.’ You blurted out, burrying your face in
your hands, trying to hide your face from Kai and how embarrassed you were. He
kept quiet and you had ben expecting from him to start laughing or even make
jokes about it, but he did the exact opposite of that. He planted a soft kiss
on your cheek, his hand still mildly caressing your back. He looked down for a
few moments and then back at you.
'What do you
mean you don’t like sex? I know that you’re not a virgin so I know you have
tried it before, I just don’t understand why you- don’t like it.’ He asked.
When I was-’ You kept stuttering, unsure how to make a simple sentence, even
though it was sort of pretty simple.
'You can tell
me. It’s ok. You can trust me.’ He showed you a encouraging smile as your body
relaxed a little bit, because it was Kai who was right there in front of you.
It wasn’t some stranger who wanted to invade your privacy or use something he
hadn’t know until now against you. It was your friend, your lover, the only
person who made you feel full, who was there for you through thick and thin and
who embraced your flaws and your craziness just as you accepted his. He wasn’t
perfect, nobody is, but he was perfect to you and every day you had gotten to
spend with him has been completely magical.
'When I- When
I lost my virginity to my first boyfriend, I- I didn’t enjoy it at all so I
thought, well maybe it was because it was my first time and maybe it shouldn’t
be perfect or even enjoyable, so I got over it. But when I felt awful with the
second guy I slept with, it- I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just that
one time, it was every single time and I kept avoiding it as much as I could.
Having to sleep with him has been a complete torture because somehow I hate
myself after it.’ You trailed off and chuckled for a second, but Kai was quiet,
somehow knowing that you weren’t done and gave you some time to take a breath
and continue. 'He always, always finished
before me. It was always so amazing to him but me, oh boy, I wanted to dig a
hole and hide in it. So, I made a conclusion that, maybe sex isn’t my thing.
Maybe I shouldn’t be having sex at all.’
'Is that why
you had been avoiding me all this time? Avoiding my touch and pushing me away
every time it gotten further than just kissing?’ He asked, as you kept looking
down at your thighs and played with your fingers. You simply nodded and sighed
heavily, Kai’s arms wrapping around you tightly, planting a soft kiss on your
arm. 'You could have told me. You know I wouldn’t have judged you or anything.
I love you and I would have understand it if you had told me before. There’s
nothing for you to worry about.’
'I know, but
still. I don’t want to hold you back or anything.’ He furrowed his brows, your
words clearly confusing him.
'You are not
holding me back. Here’s a thing. How about you try it with-’ you started
whining, now really behaving like a kid. 'Listen to me. How about we try it.
Promise you it’s amazing and you won’t be disappointed. You just need the right
partner, that’s all.’
He shot you a
sympathetic look and pouted, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist his
adorable pout. You hesitated at first but then nodded and showed him a weak smile
as Kai hear your heart starting to beat a lot faster than before.
scared. I promise I’ll make you feel good.’ He whispered, making you weak at
the knees, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You leaned down
and kissed him deeply, not even after a few seconds finding yourself on the
bed, laying on your back with Kai on top of you, his hands roaming down your
body, his lips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as you kept moaning in one
anothers mouth, trying to catch your breath. As you were wearing only Kai’s
shirt and your favourite pair of panties, Kai had an easy access to your body.
His hand moved down your front, stopping right above the line of your panties,
drawing invisible circles around your belly button while still kissing you,
your body jerking up a bit, feeling too excited and wanting more than just
that. He smiled into the kiss as you felt his hand sliding inside your panties,
feeling your folds, and a single finger slowly slide inside your heat, but only
for a split second. He trailed his fingers through your folds and found your
clit, adding a slight pressure to it, watching how you had reacted to his move.
You closed your eyes at a good feeling of his hands on your, instinctively
spreading your legs further apart, allowing Kai to get better access to your
lower half. He held his body weight up with his one hand while the other one
was making perfect figure eight movements on your clit, your breath hitching
every time he added more pressure to it. You couldn’t hold back your moans,
every now and then a bit louder one escaping your mouth. Kai couldn’t keep his
eyes of you, your moans and how your reacted to him turning him on and wanting
to be inside you as soon as possible, but he wanted to make you feel good. He
wanted to make sure that he would have make up for every bad experience you had
and replace with good ones only. You gripped on his hair slightly and bucked
your hips up, your clit pressing against his palm strongly as you felt yourself
coming closer to your orgasm. You arched your back, Kai’s fingers picking up
their pace, rubbing you perfectly and had no intention of stopping until you
had reached your high.
'You look so
hot.’ Kai moaned out and kissed you deeply as your walls clenched a few times
before your body started shaking, your first orgasm tearing through your body,
remembering how got it actually felt and how much pleasure you had gotten out
of that. When you came down from your high, Kai pulled out his fingers and
brought them to his lips, devouring his fingers as if it was the most delicious
dessert he had ever tried in his life.
'How did that
feel?’ He asked you, his fingers tugging at your shirt, but his eyes were
deeply staring into yours, your breathing uneven because of an incredible
orgasm Kai gave you.
You breathed out.
because I’m far from done with you, sweetheart.’ He trailed off and pulled
himself up from the bed, sliding a bit down until he was sitting right between
your legs. He leaned forward and found the edge of your panties, hooking his
fingers in them and slowly pulled them down, your heat now utterly exposed to
his eyes. 'Beautiful.’ He reached out his hand and caressed your folds with his
fingers again, your clit still sensitive at a touch. He laid down on his
stomach and burried his head inbetween your legs, his tongue pressed flat
against your heat. He gave you a slow lick, tasting your arousal, memorising
what you taste like. He dipped his tongue into your heat a few times before
returning back to your clit, massaging it with his tongue.
Ugh- this- this feels amazing!’ You groaned out, your hands finding Kai’s hair
as you intertwined your fingers with it, tugging on it slightly and pushing
your hips upwards more onto his mouth. He let out a deep sigh, his hot breath
fondling your heat making you moan out loudly. His tongue was moving in perfect
circles, getting you closer to your second orgasm, your body shaking once again
underneath Kai’s magical touch, his name escaping your mouth over and over
just as how I thought you would. Amazing.’ You covered your face with your
hands, feeling slightly embarrassed but they quickly got pushed away by Kai’s
hands, his body hovering over yours. 'Don’t be embarrassed. You have a
beautiful body. I want to see all of it.’ He muttered and lifted your shirt
over your head, throwing it down on the floor as your naked body remained
exposed to his beautiful blue eyes. You propped yourself up and placed your
hand on Kai’s coated crotch, rubbing him through his jeans, his eyes closing
for a split second but he removed your hand just a few seconds later. 'It’s all
about you tonight, so don’t worry about that.’ He trailed off while getting up,
taking off his shirt over his head, throwing it down on the floor right next to
yours, his jeans and his boxers coming off right after. Your eyes went directly
down to his manhood, standing up and hard, ready for you, You swallowed hard at
the sight of his size, surprised how you hadn’t noticed that ever before. He
got back on the bed, crawling on his knees while he rubbed himself with his
hand, moving it up and down. You couldn’t contain your excitement and propped
yourself up again, slapping his hand away and replacing it with yours, doing
the exact same thing he was doing, making small circles on his tip, his pre-cum
covering your thumb as you brought it to your mouth, tasting him. He chuckled
quietly, amused as to how innocent and cute you looked while doing the sexiest
and the hottest thing out there.
'You will be
the death of me.’ He muttered and got on top of you, placing himself right at
your entrance. 'Ready?’ He asked, studying your face expression, making sure
that you were ok. He was acting as if it was your first time and well, after
such a long time, it sure made you feel like it. You nodded and wrapped your
legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as you felt him slowly
entering you inch by inch, filling you up completely.
tight, holy shit.’ Kai groaned out, his lips slightly parted, the feeling of
your tight walls wrapped around him driving him crazy. He kept still for a few
moments, waiting for you to adjust to his size, but when you bucked your hips
up, you showed him that you were more than ready for him to move. He slowly
withdraw and then went back in at the same pace, filling you up to the hilt.
His thrusts were slow and deep, making your breath hitch every time he thrusted
into you, constantly filling you up. After some time, you had felt that he was
holding himself back, as if he was afraid to thrust into you at any other pace
besides slow. You groaned and grabbed onto his strong biceps tightly, trying to
find some breath to speak up.
I’m not made of glass, you can go faster.’ You moaned out as Kai stopped
thrusting for a few moments, wanting to understand you clearly.
sure? I don’t have to, I-’
'Just do it.
I really, really want you to go
faster. Please, Kai.’ You practically begged him to speed up, the feeling of
him inside you felt like nothing else you had felt in your life. You felt full
and this time, you really were full. He
kissed you on the lips swiftly and withdraw himself before he thrusted into you
in one swift motion, making you breath hitch. He kept repeating it, his
thrusting becoming more obvious and stronger, making you arch your back and
grab onto the bed sheets as you felt the build up in your stomach becoming more
obvious as each second passed.
'Kai, I’m so
fucking close- I-I can feel it-’
'I know. Just
a little longer. I’ll be right behind you.’ He breathed out, his hips meeting
yours in a perfect rhythm, your nails digging into his back whenever he thrusted
harder than before. It wasn’t rough, it was just the way it was supposed to be
and it felt amazing. So amazing you didn’t want him to stop. 'Kai-’ You moaned
and finally clenched your walls around Kai, your third orgasm tearing through
your body, your nails dragging lines on Kai’s back as you arched your back,
triggering Kai’s orgasm as he came inside you in couple of short spurts, riding
through yours and his orgasm entirely. He collapsed on top of you, sweat beads
formed on his forehead.
breathed out and pulled out of you slowly, pulling you closely to his body, his
arms wrapping around you. You chuckled and pecked his lips, both of you
catching your breath and trying to comprehend how amazing that was. 'How do you
feel?’ He asked, his eyes focused on you, waiting for your answer.
like- It felt like I want to do it again, and again and again until we can’t
function anymore.’ You breathed out, catching Kai by surprise, his eyes going
wide for a second. He smiled at you before went back to kissing your plump lips
as you climbed on his crotch, feeling him getting hard again, both of you ready
for round two and maybe even round three, even if it took all night.
I stepped into the room that we shared. Y/N was wrapped in the quilt like she had been for the last two days. I hadn’t seen her leave the room.
She had refused to let me sleep with her.
She insisted she was fine, that she just needed rest and space.
I’d given her both. I saw through all of that and couldn’t play along any longer. I knew what this was.
Whether she was ready to admit it or not, I’d been there myself.
After Dad died. After Sam died. After hell. After Sam went to hell. After purgatory. After Sam and the trials. After the Mark. After Kevin died. After Charlie died. After I was a demon. After Amara. After mom.
Hell, I knew exactly what she was dealing with, and I couldn’t let her fight these demons alone. I stood at the door, tears in my eyes before my feet finally moved of their own accord.
I slipped out of my jeans and flannel and crawled into the bed. She didn’t register my presence at first. Her shoulders shook slightly, and I realized she was crying.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, and buried my face in her neck, kissing it over and over, letting her know I was there. I knew no words would make it better. I knew I couldn’t change it, but I could hold her. I could hold her together.
She had held me together so many damn times. I owed her this much.
She turned in my arms, her glistening eyes meeting mine. “Dean?” she managed, her arms snaking around my waist tentatively before she buried her face in my chest and lost it.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I whispered. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, kissing her head as she burrowed impossibly closer to me, clinging to me.
She was broken, that much was clear. Now I had to hold her together because she was my world, and I needed her to understand exactly what she meant to me. She didn’t need me to tell her.