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Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s his good girl.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 1464

A/N: This is from an anonymous request. Don’t get used to me writing so fast again, though.

He presses her against the elevator wall, hands skimming under the skirt of her dress, fingers brushes over the lace of her string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He knows that, because she’d flash him as she walked out of the bedroom and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. Had to hold himself back from bending her over the next horizontal surface and rip them apart, held himself back from driving his leaking cock deep into her wet heat.

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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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Hell’s Princess

Words: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding And Choking, Angry Sex, Swearing, Name Calling, Fingering, Hair Pulling…. Think that’s it.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Crowley

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’re sick of following your fathers ridiculous rules, so you decide to find out what his obsession with his favourite Winchester is all about.

A/N: Thank you once again to my amazing Beta, @negans-lucille-tblr

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted so I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think! :)

You stomp your way back to your bedroom, anger coursing through every cell in your body as you wish to be anywhere but here, anywhere that isn’t near him. You slam the door as soon as you’re inside, well aware that he’s hot on your heels. A fact made even clearer by the fist thumping harshly against the door. Unfortunately your powers still aren’t a match for his, at least not yet, that was the problem with having a human mother. After all, being the king of hell came with certain perks, and before you know it your door is flying back against the wall, and splintering into a thousand pieces.

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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!!🥳🥰

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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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Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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How it all Began

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda and R's first time

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cheating, choking

a/n: just want to thank the anon for putting this into my brain in the first place!

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When you got home you heard muffled voices in the distance and you figured Wanda was still up watching tv. Like many times before, you felt yourself gravitating towards her. She was on the couch watching a sitcom and her faint chuckles brought a smile to your face.

“Should have known it would be dick van dyke.”

“Hey, milaya.” She mumbled, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your father,” She sighed, shaking her head as she turned her attention back to the screen, “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

She clearly wasn’t but she didn’t have to tell you what he did to make her upset. You already knew from all the times in the past with your mother. It was one of the many reasons you couldn’t fathom why he remarried in the first place. He never made time for her and it looks like he didn’t plan on changing his ways for Wanda.

You walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to search for a red wine that you knew she enjoyed. You grabbed two glasses, popped it open, and sat beside her on the couch.

“Sleeping at the office again?” You asked, pouring a glass for each of you.

You watched as she raised it to her lips, humming as she took the first sip. Her eyes met yours, making butterflies flutter in your chest that over time you could only associate with the redhead. You decide to take a sip of your own, needing to calm your anxiety.

“It’s the fourth time this week.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“How do I deserve to be treated?” She whispered.

Her eyes searched yours and you sucked in a break taking a longer sip. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you knew they should stay there, buried deep in the far corner of your mind that held space for the woman beside you.

“Tell me, please?” She asked, reaching out to hold your wrist.

Her hand was soft and grounding as it shifted to meld with your own. It gave you the courage to say what’s been on your mind since you’ve gotten to know her.

“You deserve to be treated with respect, first and foremost. You deserve someone who cares to listen to you and wants to hear about your day. Someone who doesn’t just tell you but shows you how important you are to them. You deserve to be with someone who wants to spend every moment they can with you because you make their day better and brighter.”

You paused taking a shaky breath as her green eyes held a look you couldn’t name. Her lips parted slightly but she stayed silent as you gazed at her. You were the only one who really got to see her like this, hair messy and unkept as her curls stuck out every which way. Not a single trace of makeup which you preferred, because you loved seeing her freckles paint her face.

“Not a day should go by where you aren’t told how beautiful you are.” You confessed.

Her cheeks were tinted pink and you wondered if it was because of what you said or the wine. You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your own. The rest of the red liquid swished inside your glass and you downed it in one go needing another. Her thumb brushed over the back of your hand and you cautiously looked at her hoping you hadn’t over stepped.

“Carol is a lucky girl.” She said, finishing her wine.

“What do you mean?”

She let go of your hand and reached for the bottle. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she poured you both another glass.

“What you said just now. I hope that’s the way you treat her.” She said, but her voice was clipped as she hid her gaze in the contents of her glass.

You grew more confused as you watched her disgruntled emotions flicker across her face.

“Wanda. I’m not dating Carol.” You said, and tried to search your mind as to why the thought bothered her so much.

“You aren’t?” She asked, tilting her head. “She’s always touching you, milaya.”

“She’s a touchy person.” You countered.

“She likes you.”

You sighed knowing that was a fact but your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You were too busy being completely infatuated by the one person you could absolutely not have.

“I don’t like her, not in that way.”

“Natasha then?” She asked, tapping the side of her glass.

You tried to figure out why she all of a sudden was interested in your dating life. You didn’t expect much of a reaction when you told her what she deserved, knowing Wanda could keep her thoughts close to her chest, but you didn’t expect it to make her pry. You suddenly realized you might know the reason, and you wondered just how many other crappy men Wanda has dated in the past.

“Those words were for you, Wanda. Not anyone else.”

She pursed her lips, running her hands through her curls.

“I don’t like the way she touches you.”

She spoke so softly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. You wondered if she even meant to say it out loud.

Your heart sped up slightly at her confession. You tried to rationalize why and figured she was just looking out for you. She was your stepmom after all, but there was something burning in the back of your mind that told you it might be more than that. Maybe you just hoped, either way you wanted to hear it from her.

“Why?” You pried and set your glass down.

Wanda copied your movements and turned to face you. She reached out to you and your stomach flipped as she cupped your cheek.

“She doesn’t respect boundaries.” She mumbled and the pads of her fingers tightened slightly.

“Are you trying to defend my honor?” You smirked.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head pulling away but you grabbed her wrist wanting to feel her still.

“I should be the last person trying to defend your honor.” She chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Y/n.” She said, standing up.

You quirked your brow and stood, blocking her exit.

“Wanda, what did you mean by that?”

You could hear her breath hitch and if you were one step closer you would have been able to feel it on your lips. The thought alone made a shiver run down your spine.

“Y/n, I-

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered to your lips. You bit yours subconsciously as your eyes flickered down to hers and before you could utter a word her hand was tangled in your hair pulling you flush against her.

A moan ripped from your throat as her soft lips pressed against yours. She licked your bottom lip and you parted them needing to feel every part of her that you could. Whimpers and moans were muffled between you two as the kiss deepened and every voice that told you this was a bad idea was silenced as she explored your mouth. The faint taste of wine and something that was uniquely hers made your head spin as you tried to keep up. You’ve dreamt of this more times than you could count, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Wanda groaned breaking the kiss and her forehead met yours as you both panted to refill your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, It-

“It was a mistake.” She choked out, stepping away from you.

You nodded vigorously, trying to calm your racing heart, and took a step back as well needing more distance so you wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, a mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

“Agreed.”

You felt trapped in her stare. Completely lost in the woman before you and the lust that swam in her eyes. You knew yours reflected the same and your hands twitched wanting to reach out. She took a step forward but before she could touch you, your phone rang making her stop where she stood. You sighed looking down to see Carol’s name across the screen.

“I should - um.” You stammered and chewed your bottom lip as Wanda’s eyes hardened, looking away from you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She mumbled and briskly walked out of the room.

You huffed sinking down onto the couch and decided to call her back later. The last thing you wanted was to pretend you felt anything other than what you did right now. It was without a doubt the best kiss of your life but it couldn’t happen again. She was married to your father, she couldn’t be yours. You chanted that mantra in your head so that your heart would accept it but it only made you feel like shit. You put your phone on silent and went to your room knowing sleep wouldn’t come easy to you tonight.

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You tossed and turned frustrated beyond belief. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get Wanda out of your mind. You turned on the lamp, casting your room in a soft glow, and took out your phone. Notifications from Natasha and Carol stared back at you. You sighed reading as they tried to talk you into going out tonight before eventually giving up, and wishing you a good night. You sent them both back a reply and scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

You were growing restless and bored thinking it might be a good idea to try sleeping again. Just as you were about to turn off your light, your door opened revealing Wanda on the other side in nothing but her nightgown. You’ve never seen her without her robe and it left nothing to the imagination.

“Talking to Carol?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“You really don’t like her do you?”

You tried not to focus on the way the fabric rode up her thigh and how soft her skin looked. Never in a million years would you understand how your father preferred sleeping in his office and not beside her.

“I already told you. I don’t like the way she touches you.” She said, running the pads of her fingers along your thigh. “Her hands stay glued to your body. It pisses me off.”

You swallowed thickly as her nails dug in slightly, causing a steady pulse to beat between your thighs.

“Hmm, seems like the pot calling the kettle here.”

“Maybe, but you like it when I touch you, milaya.” She said, watching as goosebumps trailed after her fingertips. “I know for a fact you don’t like it when she does, and that was before you told me you weren’t together.”

Her hand met your inner thigh and you sucked in a breath as she traced along the edges of your shorts. She licked her bottom lip, raising her hand higher and you reached out to stop her as the heat between your thighs became too much.

“Wanda. You’re not helping with the whole ‘it can’t happen again’ thing.” You whispered.

She kept it still, flexing her fingers as she raised her free hand to cup your cheek.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how your lips felt on mine.” She mumbled, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip.

“Neither can I.”

Your phone lit up beside you and Wanda narrowed her eyes as you reached for it.

“Leave it.”

“That would be rude.” You teased.

Wanda growled tangling her hand in your hair, and crashed her lips on yours. You moaned as she took over the kiss, nipping your bottom lip as she sucked it between her teeth. Her hand raised to your chest, pushing you down against the bed as she straddled you.

“I said, leave it.” She growled against your lips.

You nodded chasing after them, loving the sound of her whimper as you slipped your hands underneath her nightgown. Her tongue flicked against yours and you tightened your hold on her waist running them down her sides. You cupped her ass in your hands, squeezing the way you’ve always wanted and the heat between your thighs burned as she parted her lips to let out a sinful moan.

‘Fuck, detka. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She said, kissing the side of your jaw as she trailed them down to your neck.

“How long?” You whimpered as her teeth scraped against your pulse.

“The moment we met. I touched myself to the thought of you the second your father went to sleep.”

Your breath hitched as warm heat pooled in your underwear from her confession. Her thigh slipped between your legs and you sighed at the tiny bit of relief it gave on your throbbing clit.

“You were so cute in that little black dress. All I could think about was ripping it off you,” She husked, moving her hips to thrust against you. “When you acted like a brat, all I wanted was to bend you over my knee.”

“Wanda, fuck.” You moaned, raising your hips to meet her thrusts as she sucked your lobe between her teeth.

“I came so hard, milaya. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go to your room that night and every night since.”

“I wish you would have.” You panted, as she leaned back and smirked down at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t a brat because I didn’t like you. I was - I was jealous.” You huffed, biting your lip.

Wanda’s hooded eyes flickered down to the movement. Her thumb pulled it from between your teeth, and you whimpered as she pushed it past your lips and into your mouth.

“My poor, baby. Wanted me all to yourself?”

You nodded, feeling your walls clench around nothing as she pressed it against your tongue. You whined against her thumb needing her to touch you and she pulled it out, chuckling as she ran it over your lip.

‘What do you need, baby?”

“You, just - please.” You whimpered.

She lifted her thigh, sinking her hand in between to cup your center.

“You’re leaking through your shorts, baby. Get this wet for anyone else?” She asked, pushing her thumb against your clit.

“N-no.”

She hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth before lowering down to place one against your chest. She pulled down your shirt, running her lips against the swell of your breast. She smirked as you shivered and sucked hard, humming as you pushed against her hand.

“Please, Wanda.”

“Patience, babygirl. I want this off.” She said, pulling against the fabric.

You whined as her hand left your center and sat up fast ripping it off you. She pushed you back down and her lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple. She ran her tongue over it, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“So sensitive.” She teased, scraping her teeth against it before sucking hard and letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this.” She pulled your shorts down your thighs and you raised your hips, blushing as she threw them to the floor and spread your legs.

“So wet, milaya. Is this all for me?” She cooed, rubbing the wetness coating your skin.

“Yes, all for you. Please I need you.”

She chuckled brushing her fingers against your folds, teasing you as she spread them apart.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. Has that touchy little cunt ever touched you here?” She asked, circling your clit.

You moaned shaking your head as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t lie to me.” She growled, smacking your clit.

“Shit! She hasn’t I promise.” You whined.

Her hand wrapped around your throat and you whimpered as she squeezed.

“And she never will. This pussy is mine now, do you understand baby girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

Her lips parted and you blushed not having time to take it back as she thrusts her fingers inside your pussy without warning.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, detka. Mommy wants to hear how good she’s making you feel.” She growled, curling them against your walls.

“So good.” Your head flew back as she spread them inside you, the slight sting made a high pitched moan rip from your throat as she fucked them deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

“So tight, malyshka. Mommy’s going to have so much fun stretching you out with her cock.”

You moaned chasing her fingers, the coil in your lower belly tightened and you knew you weren't going to last. The thought of her fucking you with her strap made your walls flutter and your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

“Someone likes that idea.” She smirked, twisting, and curling until she found the spot she was looking for. Your back arched as you let out a cry, and she pounded them harder, curling against the spot with every thrust.

“Mommy please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Go ahead, detka. Cum for mommy.” She smirked.

You had no time to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as your walls clamped down around her fingers. You moaned her name as your body spasmed underneath her.

“So pretty when you cum.” She husked, “Mommy wants to see it again.”

You choked on your moans as she pushed another finger past your center. Tears threatened to spring from your eyes as she stretched you open, scraping her fingers against your aching walls. You pushed against her hand but she grabbed it tight, pinning it to the bed as she fucked into you harder.

“You can take it, malyshka.” She groaned. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Mommy. I'll b'good."

She kissed the column of your throat, smirking as you bucked your hips uncontrollably against her.

“That’s it, fuck mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered at her praise, digging your nails into her shoulders as tears flowed down the sides of your face. Nothing’s ever felt this good and you had a feeling nothing ever would again.

“Taking me so well, detka. You feel so good.”

“I - fuck!”

Her thumb flicked your clit, pressing hard against it as she spread your cum around the swollen nub. Wanda smirked feeling your walls tighten around her and flicked it again as you cried out.

“You want to cum for me? Gonna soak mommy’s fingers?

“Yes s’close.”

“Give mommy your cum.”

You choked on your moans running your nails down her back as she bit down hard on your neck, sucking the skin between her lips. White heat spread throughout your body as you came harder than you ever have. Your cum flowed onto her hand, running down her wrist. You whimpered as she pulled back, watching as your clit twitched and more cum dribbled out onto her fingers.

“Shit, Y/n.” She groaned, slowly pulling out only to thrust back inside as your walls twitched around her. “Your pussy's drooling, malysh. So swollen and puffy.”

She leaned down, kissing your lips chastely slowly thrusting as she moved down your body. You whimpered as she sucked your nipple, scrapping her teeth against it, making you hiss and buck as she bit down. She looked up at you through hooded eyes and you sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out.

“Clean off your mess, detka.”

You opened your mouth as her fingers traced your bottom lip. You flushed at how drenched they were, sucking them into your mouth as you moaned at your taste. Wanda whimpered, pushing them deeper as you licked them clean.

“So good for me." She whispered, pulling them out.

She sucked marks into your flesh making her way down to your hips. You moaned as she flicked her tongue on your lower belly, and placed a soft kiss as your muscles twitched.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She hummed, spreading your thighs wide as she leaned down to kiss your clit. “all mine.”

“Mommy.”

“Hush, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

She sucked the aching nub between her lips, holding you down as you squirmed. She let it go with a pop, licking hungrily through your folds. She moaned against you, sucking your lower lips before lowering her tongue, licking against your hole.

“Mommy please, too much.” You whimpered as green eyes met yours sharply.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, detka. Now be a good girl and fuck mommy’s face.”

You groaned as she pushed the tip of her tongue slowly inside your pussy, tightening her hold on your thighs as she sunk her entire length inside you.

“Oh shit.”

Your hands tangled in her hair as you bucked your hips, crying out as she curled her tongue. She trailed her hand up your front, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple between her fingers as she bobbed her head.

“Oh go, oh fuck.”

You lost your rhythm, thrashing your hips getting lost in the pleasure of her being between your legs. It became too much when she tugged your nipple and curled her tongue in time with your thrust. Your walls clamped down painfully and you came with a cry as she moaned against you.

You sank into the mattress, panting as sweat dripped down your brow. She pulled out slowly and you opened your eyes, whimpering as she kitten licked your pussy, drinking every last drop.

“Too much, please mommy s’too much.”

She chuckled and kissed your clit once more before crawling up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin.

“Fucking delicious, detka.”

She nipped your bottom lip, parting your lips with her tongue. You moaned tasting yourself as she deepened the kiss, lightly squeezing your throat. You tugged against her nightgown wanting it off but she smacked your hand away

“Off.” You whined.

“Is that any way to ask?” She said, quirking her brow.

“I'm sorry. Please, mommy. Let me see you.”

"Ok, malysh." She said, shifting against you as she straddled your hips. She held the fabric in her hands, slowly raising it above her head.

Your mouth watered as every inch of her was revealed and you reached out holding her sides not able to help yourself. She smirked grabbing your hand and you thought she was going to smack it away again.

"Don't pout, baby. Don't you want to touch your mommy?" She cooed.

“Yes, I want to touch you, Please mommy.”

She chuckled darkly and rose it slowly to her breast. You squeezed her flesh in your hand and your breath hitched as she let out a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against you, and your mouth grew dry feeling her wetness spread over your mound.

"So wet." You whispered.

"I'm always wet for you detka." She moaned.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she grabbed your other hand lowering it between her thighs. She raised slightly and you cupped her center feeling exactly how wet she was as she leaked into the palm of your hand.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” She husked.

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and glided your fingers through her drenched folds.

"Don't make me wait. I've waited long enough."

The needy whimper that fell from your lips made your cheeks flush, and you sank two fingers inside her center. Your moans blended together as you pushed in deeper, twisting them to feel every inch of her. You could have came from the feeling alone.

“Mmm, fuck detka.”

You clenched your thighs, as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You thrust deep, in awe as her head flew back.

"Fuck." You choked out.

You sat up suddenly, wanting to fuck her like you've been wanting to, and flipped her around pushing her back against the mattress. Her gasp was cut off by a throaty moan as you added another finger, curling them as you fucked them hard inside of her. Her walls fluttered and you leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as your thumb met her clit. She raised her hips pushing you in deeper and you bit her bottom lip pulling away as she grabbed your throat.

“Just like that, malyshka. Fuck mommy.”

You doubled your efforts, wrapping her leg around your waist as she rolled her hips faster and scrunched her face in pleasure. You almost couldn’t believe you were seeing her like this. You watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced with every thrust you made and your walls clamped painfully around nothing as she raised her hand to touch them. Her nipple rested between her fingers as she pinched and pulled, as you pounded into her with everything you had.

“Shit, so good, fuck.”

You twisted your fingers smirking when you pressed against her walls making her cry out as you found the spot that reduced her to nothing but moans. Her grip on your throat fell to your shoulder as her walls tightened and fluttered around you.

“You gonna cum for me mommy? Cum on your babygirls fingers?"

“Yes, don’t stop. Harder detka. Fuck mommy harder.”

You leaned down kissing her flushed chest as her hips lost their rhythm. You ignored the strain in your muscles and pounded harder inside her as guttural moans ripped from her throat. Your name fell from her lips in a chant and you watched completely spellbound as her face twisted and she came with a cry on her lips. You slowed down your thrust but kept them hard, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Shit, detka.” She panted, pushing against your wrist.

“That good?” You smirked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and smacked your ass.

“Yes, Y/n. That good.”

You cupped her breast loving the weight of them in your hands. She smiled up at you as you bit your lip and swiped your thumb softly against the hard nub.

"Will you stay?" You whispered.

"Yes, detka. We have all night." She said, grabbing your hips.

“Technically we have all morning too. He won’t be back until noon.”

“Hmmm, if we’re lucky he’ll choose to sleep in the office again.” She smirked, moving you against her in a steady rhythm. You sucked in a breath when your clit dragged against her stomach.

"Mommy, no more." You gasped.

“Don’t be like that, baby. Mommy wants to play with you some more.”

“I’m still sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You pulled back in a daze, slowly thrusting your hips as she moved her lips against yours.

“Remind me, detka. Were you talking to Carol or Natasha when you said you wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk?”

“How did you-

“You leave your door open when you’re on the phone. Now be a good girl, and ride mommy’s fingers.” She growled, sinking three fingers into your twitching heat.

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a/n: sigh. I love stepmom Wanda sm. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Valentine Boy

Part 1 | Part 2 Coming Soon

Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: cursing, cheating mention, cam boy, thigh riding, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving) I think that’s it lmao

(A/N: this is a two part series I was really excited to write. It au was requested by @mrssmoon , thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!! There will be way more angst in the next part 😏 but for now, I hope you all enjoy some love from Valentine Boy.)

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“Shit.” You hurriedly grabbed the spatula to turn over the pancake, the smell of burning sweet flour filled your nostrils.

You scrunched your face up in disgust and disappointment.

“Damn it.” You said while tilting your head at the sight of a black and smooth surface, clearly not the kind of pancake you wanted to give your boyfriend for his birthday.

You toss the failed project into the kitchen sink and pour out another spooning batter onto the frying pan, this time making sure to lower the cooking temperature.

Ennio Morricone plays in the background softly while you sway your hips and try to at least fry eggs in separate frying pan successfully. Because despite being terrified of hot oil, you had to do this for the well-deserving birthday boy.

The bacon was already done and the strawberries have already been cut and put on a plate beside a bottle of whipped cream. Everything is almost ready and perfect for the sleeping beauty.

His favorite dark roast coffee was set on the table in a white mug donning ‘My Girlfriend Loves Me So Much She Brought Me this BIG Expensive Mug!” You chuckled to yourself quietly as you placed it down next to a vase of roses.

You zoned in on your blossoming beauty of a pancake, being sure to flip it in time this time.

“Yes!” You smiled to yourself when you successfully slipped it onto the plate and saw its perfectly smooth surface with a honey brown shade.

You were so focused, you didn’t feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you the entire time. He was adoring the way you moved in your baby pink silk nightgown, the expensive one that he bought you and had the pleasure of putting on you the night before. The one that hugged your body perfectly, the one that stopped right at the apex of your legs. But the one that would also catch fire quickly if you stepped too close to the stove and made one wrong move.

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Stephen doesn’t have to know

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you

You were strapped down on a platform, grunting and thrashing around, trying to break free of her magic restraining you. You were crying at this point, scared of what Wanda was going to do to you, all you wanted was to be with Stephen again.

“Your whining is really loud.” Wanda said, making you turn to look at her, there she was, levitating in the air, her eyes still closed as red auras surrounded the air around her.

‘I’m not whining’. You thought to yourself as you turned your attention back to your restrains.

Wanda must have heard your thoughts because she dropped to her feet with a loud thump, walking towards you. In the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly approaching you, her eyes now shining a bright red.

“Don’t, give me an attitude, darling.” She said as she leaned on the platform, her hand holding her chin as she stared at you while her other hand was playing with your hair.

“Let me go, please.” You cried, tears streaming down from your face, making her heart soften. Sometrhing about seeing you upset made her heart sink.

“Now, no more crying, you shouldn’t be staining that pretty face with tears.” She said softly as she used her finger to wipe a small tear away from your cheek, her eyes turning back to green.

You got scared and started pulling your hands from the restrains so hard that you were sure that it was going to leave a bruise, grunting and whining,making Wanda frown.

“You know… I can give you something else to whine about.” She said seductively as she traced her finger along your body, eventually resting it on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re an awfully pretty young girl… Are you a virgin?”

When the question registered in your head, your face turned a bright red.

“So you are. Cute.” She chuckled as she slowly pulled downyour robe from your shoulders, making you pull away from her.

“I know you want this, darling, you have very very loud thoughts.” She smirked, ignoring your continueous whines and removing your robe.

You couldn’t lie, Wanda has been on your mind since the fight in Karmataj, you just knew that it wasn’t right to love a witch that Stephen was after.

“Stephen doesn’t have to know, sweetheart.” She winked as she stood in fromt of your now bare body, she must have read your mind because you were sure that you didn’t say it out loud.

Without warning, she entered two fingers inside you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden fullness in your hole.

“S-stop.”

“You sure you want me to stop? Your pussy doesn’t seem to be agreeing with you.”

She started moving her fingers in and out, making you hold back moans, not wanting to seem too submissive to her.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” She chuckled as she quickened her pace, making you whine, feeling your climax.

“W-wanda, I-”

“Wanda? Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, sweetheart? Because I think that you have a secret kink…Something along the line of…Mommy?”

You gasped as she used her thumb to rub curcles on your clit, making you a moaning mess as your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Mommy, I need to-”

“Come for Mommy, kitten.” She cut you of, you didn’t need to hear it a second time before you released all over her hands with a loud moan, making her satisfied.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them to her mouth, sucking on your release, making sure that she had gotten every drop of it.

Wanda looked back to you to find you exhausted now, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“C’mere, kitten, Mommy’s got you.” She said, opening her arms for you to crawl into, and you obliged.

You rested your head on her shoulder as she swiftly picked you up, bringing you to a bedroom in the palace, setting you down on the bed gently.

“Stephen will be here soon.” She muttered to herself, making you wide awake, starting to panic.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at Wanda with a concerned look, making her frown again.

“Mommy will protect you, I promise.” She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling as you hid your blushed face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the outside…Stephen had arrived.

(Hi friends, just got dumped by my boyfriend so life sucks right now but here’s another fic for you guys:,))