In a hurry
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 600-ish
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sexual intercourse (let’s assume Dean’s girl is on the pill)
“Oh. Hi, you!” Your hands went to your stomach to lay on top of Dean’s as he held you from behind.
Coming into your shared room you stood by the dresser to splash some perfume over your body when Dean surprised you, wrapping his arms around you middle and kissing you just below your ear.
“You lookin’ all glowy today,” he spoke inhaling your scent.
“Hm,” you chuckled, “it must be that keratin shock.” Carefully combing your hair with your fingers to avoid messing its shape, you pushed it all to one side, clearing the path for Dean to kiss down your neck.
“I don’t mean your hair. Though it does look good I gotta say.” He peppered your skin with soft kisses.
“Thanks,” you whimpered as his teeth tugged on your earlobe.
“I mean all of you, Princess. You look… Happy. Radiant” Each couple of words was interrupted by a kiss.
“Haha. Maybe it’s because I’m finally off my period.”
“Really?” Dean asked, suddenly ending the trail of kisses down the column of your neck. “Does that means no more pain or cramps?”
Dean’s hands slid up your body, cupping your breast, gently kneading the flesh through your clothes.
“Wait…” you checked yourself for any kind of uncomfortableness. “Yep, all clear!”
A moan left your lips as his whole body hauled you up against the dresser and you felt his growing erection against the crest of your butt.
“Dude, I’m so loving where this is going but we’re gonna to miss the movie and I already made the reservations online because I’m really wanna see Coco.”
“You sure?” Dean rutted against your ass. One hand slipping under your shirt, the other popping open the buttons of your jean.
“Oh man.” You pushed back into him and twisted his left hand to check his wristwatch. “Okay, we’re in a hurry so you have 10 minutes. Fuck!” you jumped a little as his fingers crawled past the barrier of your underwear and found their way through your folds.
“That’s all I need!” Dean growled into your ear.
Rapidly you helped him push your clothes down your hips, just enough to allow him access and then you waited for him to do the same with his jeans, while his hand still toyed with your nipples.
You turned around just in time to watch him spit in his hand and spread it all over his length before pulling his T-shirt up his chest to hold it with his chin. His fingers went back to your pussy to smear your wetness around and with one of his legs Dean spread yours open.
A couple of desperate fails attempts were all of took for Dean to find that giving spot and he chuckled when you gasped as the sudden feeling of fullness.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’ve missed you!” With a hand on your hip he kept you still as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing your ass apart with his hips.
And without preambles he started thrusting in and out of you. You held onto the edge of the dressed pushing back, arching you back, supportive your weight with the tip of your toes.
Dean alternated between rapids shoves and leisurely circling his hips whilst he remained inside you. His fingers landed back on your clit and he started massaging it as his release approached. You cried out his name as the pressure he was applying to pay off. But before things began to heat up enough for you to come Dean announced his imminent release, his hips stuttered and he howled loudly in your ear.
“Sorry!” he panted heavily. “So sorry. I-I couldn’t-”
“Hey!” you interrupted him. “It’s okay.” Turning your head and stretching your neck to meet him halfway and kiss him on the lips, you assured, “Don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me as soon as We get back.”