Katt/Cherry :)

As you sit there, knife to your throat, all you could think of was that you had never gotten to tell Dean your true feelings. That you didn’t just see him as just another hunter but the only person that truly understood you.

When your dad died all those years ago John was there. You and Dean were just kids, too young to know the full extent of what's out there. John killed the nasty son of a bitch that took out your father. And then, when he realized your mother had tragically passed away in a car accident when you were just shy of a year old, he took you in.

Very quickly though you understood the dynamic between John and his kids. He resented them because they reminded him of what he lost. A wife, a home, a family, every sense of normalcy that could’ve possibly been had. But he was especially hard on his oldest, little Dean. Much to your relief you had never seen him raise his hand to his boys, but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but wonder.

As you and Dean got older and kept crossing paths you started to develop feelings that you weren't prepared for. Well as fate would have it one evening you stumbled across him after years of no contact and the fire had sparked once again. One smouldering hot sticky summer night later and it’s like you had never left.

A few months later however–Dean went to hell, a momentary pause in your spring fling that all came crashing down. Sam, the younger Winchester son had moved on with some chick and a dog last time you heard. You honestly couldn’t believe him, you would’ve never thought you’d see the day a Winchester would abandon his brother.

Bobby was your only consistent for a while, quickly becoming your ‘drink you under the table’ buddy. It wasn’t all bad though, during the time you were thought to be grieving you were actually catching tail on the bastard that took away your Dean. Turns out that Sam was the Demon child and this whole thing was Mary’s fault. She gave up her firstborn for that piece of shit John. Decades later it ends up killing almost everyone.

After months again of no leads Dean just pops up out of the blue with an angry red branding cascading across his shoulder. Said to be the mark of an angel. Who knows though, you weren’t for certain that wasn’t Lucifer's mark himself and your Dean was gone. It was said to be an Angel, but they didn’t say which one.

At first you were just happy that Dean was home but then it quickly became awkward because neither of you knew what to say. He understood that you took his death hard and you were filling in for time lost but also he had just been through possibly one of the most traumatic experiences of his life and couldn’t be committed to something that big when he still hadn’t figured out the next steps. It was unfortunate because he had loved you more than anything else in the world and could never get it out.

Dean was never the type to fight for things that he thought were above him, so when the woman of his dreams walks right back out of his life, he didn’t stop you. Didn’t even say goodbye. He thought it would be best that he didn’t kick you off your pedestal, but you didn’t even care about that you loved him through and through.

So, here you sit, with a knife to your jugular and a swallow in your throat; Dean winchester was the last and only thing running through your mind. You weren't scared to die, naturally your pissed off that it would happen this way though. The rope was starting to burn your wrists. Not that that would matter much soon.

“Any last words?” Alistair spoke. Just trying to torment you.

Your voice, already hoarse from the lack of water in days, “Fuck you, you tiny dick piece of demon shit.” was the only thing you could properly muster in your sweat filled trance. He had kept you here for days on end, nobody had come to save you. You suppose it was his way of letting you see how many people really cared. As much as you hated it, he was right.

As the knife sliced through the tendons of your neck you couldn’t help but think, ‘this is it, this is the way i go’. Kind of poetic, actually. Dean let you go right into the arms of the enemy even if he didn’t see it that way.

Blood pooled down your neck and chest as he removed the blade, leaving you for dead. Your ability to speak being completely gone as the sharp object cut completely through your vocal cords. You started to choke as blood started coming up your windpipes, as least you were gone quick, you thought. In the relative span of a couple days that he kept you here it could’ve been worse. Apparently he couldn’t take time out of his busy day to come and kill you.

JJ has been extremely horny all this past week. To the point where he could just think about his girlfriend and get hard. Unfortunately she was on a trip to the mainlands with her friends. It was extremely frustrating to not be able to talk to his best friend about his girl troubles considering this girl in particular was his sister.

Ever since their dad got lost at sea John B became her father figure and would absolutely flip if he found out that they were together. JJ wasn’t too concerned about it since he knew that even though John B would be absolutely furious in the beginning, there’s no way he could stay mad at his lifelong best friend and someone he considered to be his brother.

So here he laid, in the humid dark room of the chateau thinking of how he was going to nail his little sister when she got back. In this very room. He was thinking about how first he’d teasingly kiss her plump lips and wrap his hand delicately around her throat as their tongues messily tangled together. About every time she’s pull back for air he’d smile into her kiss and pull her back in further.

About how he would move his hands up and down her body in a way they both know only he could do to her. About how he’d smush their entangled bodies together by the widest part of her hips. About how he’d fall back on the bed and take her with him by her thighs and have her straddle him. And most of all he was thinking about how much he missed her.

How while he explicitly missed her touch and deep romantic kisses and the hidden desire in her eyes he also missed the way she’d snort when she laughed. Or when she got angry and she’d pout. Or when she would take care of him when he she knew he had a bad day. Or when she knew he just needed comfort.

The thought of her not coming back was sending JJ into a mindset that he wasn’t equipped to deal with when she wasn’t here, ironically enough. So he decided that going to sleep would be the best option right now.

It was the wee hours of the morning by the time that you got back to find JJ curled up in your bed sleeping. You smiled softly and thought about how last week before your trip you had talked about wake up sex. JJ was more than happy to indulge in that fantasy. In fact he more than begged and pleaded for you to start the gracious level of kinky shit you guys were into right away. You had slept the entire car ride home so you were energized just enough to mount your boyfriend like a horse and ride him into the sunrise.

You knew how heavy of a sleeper JJ was so there was no need to be extremely quiet. You did however take caution in the fact that he looked harder than a rock and hadn’t been touched by anyone other than himself in a a little over a week so he’d be extremely sensitive when you tried to touch him. You knew exactly what the man liked. And what he liked was to not be in control all the time. He absolutely adored when you’d boss him around in bed. And even more so he enjoyed being the brat everyone knew he was. You had been teasing him on the phone all week just getting him riled up so you could go for hours when you got back.

Setting your bags in her closet you pull out a medium sized black box with all of your favorite sexual related things. You scan the box looking for four bundles of rope and your strap on harness. Deciding to be nice you take out your and JJ’s favorite attachment. An 7 inch long duel ended vibrating dildo. You love it because fits perfectly snug inside you while you giving the best performance of your life.

As you move to tie JJ to the bed you could help but smile at the sight of him cuddling the pillow in place of you. Continuing with the task at hand you slowly remove the pillow from JJ’s death grip. He turns and groans at this action which you find equally as cute. Even in his sleeping form he always has to be touching you in some way. When you successfully get both of his wrists tied to the headboard you move on to his ankles. You notice how he’s starting to stir a little from his restricted movement so you take that as a sign to move faster.

A few minutes later you have successfully tied your boyfriend to the bed and we’re beginning to quickly strip your clothes off. The quicker you went the hornier you got. JJ always slept practically naked anyways. It seemed that his horniness got the best of him tonight and he was completely naked. But usually anything short of just his boxers was too hot. You definitely didn’t complain. Easy access.

As you moved to approach the bed you stopped by your nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube that occupied the tight space of the upper drawer. Also easy access.

Crawling over JJ you sat directly in the middle of his thighs so when he woke up he would see you pounding into him. Luckily you’d tied his legs far enough apart that you didn’t have to worry about wiggle room as there was plenty.

You started by kissing his hip bones and then working your way up his perfectly chiseled abs kissing one after the other. He softly moaned in his sleep from your feathery kisses. Once you made your way up through his stomach and chest you quietly nudged your face with his, brushing your lips over his own. He groaned with the sudden attention not wanting it to stop. You quietly pulled away and sat down on your calves. Lubing up the toy adequately and lubing the rim of his anus. His cock twitched and he deeply groaned at the cool sensation.

Lining up the toy and his delicate hole you slowly start to push in. JJ let’s out a loud moan and his eyes shoot open. You ignore him and speed up gently. Your thrusts were beginning to get deeper and JJ is still half asleep moaning his heart out.

“What the fu—” he groggily starts but the words soon die on his lips as you thrust a particularly rough thrust. You lean forward and kiss him on the lips and mutter an ‘I love you’.

As your thrusts begin to get deeper and faster the other end that had currently resided up your vagina begins to hit every nook and cranny of your vaginal cavity. You couldn’t hold the moan that was brewing in your throat and certainly not when you heard JJ mutter “harder”, along with a strangled moan.

The deeper he moaned the harder you went. At some point you remembered that this toy had a remote that made it vibrate and you took full advantage of that. Grabbing the remote from the right side of the bed you don’t hesitate in quickly cranking it up.

You could tell that JJ was doing more than stellar as he couldn’t even form complete sentences out of pure pleasure. This created a massive grin to spread across your face in euphoria. JJ was right, you should’ve done this so much sooner.

As you thrusted in the deepest, most sensitive parts of your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but just put your hands anywhere and everywhere. JJ seemed to appreciate the warmth of your petite hands as your nails dug into him wherever they could find a spot. He was getting close you could tell by the slight arch in his back and the furrow of his brows. One last time your hands slid down his inner thighs scraping with your nails before you gently grabbed his swollen cock.

As you started to rub up and down JJ’s face twisted in fiery bliss. He was so close but so far. Watching him get absolutely demolished by something he did to you on a weekly basis had something deep in you stirring. As you came up on your high you started to rub harder and faster on him. His moans were unrecognizable at this point. You’d never heard him make those sounds before. They were deep and husk like. It would’ve sent you over the edge if you weren’t so focused on giving your boyfriend the time of his life.

One sharp trust later and JJ was spurring hot cum all over your hand and his stomach. Before your you removed your hand from his sensitive member and lifted it to your mouth and licked it all up you made sure to turn the vibrator on low as to not cause too much overstimulation. He attentively watched you preform all your actions as he was sure to get hard again after not having a proper orgasm in over a week.

His eyes widened as you resumed your thrust. “W-what are you doing?” He finally spoke.

“Good morning sunshine. How’d you sleep?” You menacingly taunted. If he wasn’t too fucked out to come up with a response he’d demand that you untie him immediately and let him maul you like a bear.

He whined as your slow speed made him feel like he was about to explode. You just laughed in his face as he would do to you.

“Baby, you wanna make mommy feel good don’t you? Hmm?” You asked reaching down to kiss him everywhere but the lips.

His submissive side was showing and you couldn’t savor enough of it. He mumbled a quiet, “yes.” That made your heart clench in awe.

You were careful not to cause too much overstimulation for him as it made him physically uncomfortable but just enough for you both to start sweating like bitches in heat.

You cranked the volume back up to full speed and everything was buzzing. Your head flew back in pleasure. You wanted, no needed JJ to be touching you. You rested deep inside of him while you untied his arms from the bed frame.

“Touch me JJ I need to feel your hands on me.” You eagerly demanded. JJ wasted no time in pulling you down to his level and kissing you like his life depended on it.

Your thrusts became sloppy at this angle so JJ hoisted you in place so the vibrator inside you was hitting directly the right spots. Your kisses mended with his to insure that neither of you knew who was breathing who’s air. Your hands hadn’t left JJ’s hips since your turn to finish and it was driving him crazy.

Just before you tipped over the edge JJ lifts up his head and says, “fuck, your so gorgeous.” And you were sent spiraling and cursing as your thrusts almost completely stopped and you realized JJ had came again without you even touching him or even acknowledging that he was there other than for your pleasure the second round.

You quickly shut all the vibrating devices off and removed your strap on. The thin layer of sweat covering your entire body was enough to make you chuckle at what just happened.

“I don’t think I give you enough credit J, that’s a lot harder than it looks.” You say lifting yourself from the bed.

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” he sarcastically murmured from his same spot as you untied his ankles.

“Oh ya, come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You said dragging him from his middle of the bed antics.

When he finally tried to stand up from the side of the bed he immediately sat back down with widened eyes, “I don’t think I give you enough credit y/n, that’s a lot harder than it looks.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” you laughed back helping him up.

Yours and Deans sex life had been…adventurous, so to speak. But the idea of putting your bare genitalia onto his rough jeans was enough to make you cringe for days on end.

When Dean brought up the idea of thigh riding in the middle of the grocery you’d thought he was crazy because that doesn’t sound comfortable in the slightest bit. You’d forced the idea in the back of your mind until he’d brought it up again over dinner in the bunker.

“So, uh, thigh riding.” Dean slowly brought up as he picked at his food.

You choked on your water. “What about it?” You lowly tried to steady your windpipes as you coughed.

“I just think you should try it. You never know, you might like it.” He said while picking up a bite of his steak with his bare index finger and thumb and plopping it in his mouth, trying and succeeding at being the hottest man alive to eat a steak.

“What part of my bare vagina on your leg sounds appealing to you? That sounds like a nightmare honestly.” You say with complete certainty.

He lets out a low chuckle and counteracts with, “who said anything about bare? Sex doesn’t have rules, your allowed to wear underwear.”

You thought for a moment and decided that maybe he was right. Sex doesn’t have rules and you were allowed to wear whatever you pleased. But forevermore you were still curious on why he suddenly wanted this so badly.

“What is it about this that you want so bad? I wouldn’t think that it would be to your benefit at all.” You interrogated, narrowing your eyes.

He thought for a moment and answered, “I get pleasure in seeing you get pleasure. And frankly seeing you use me to fulfill your own desires makes me feel all hot n’ bothered.” He pulls his face closer to yours from his side of the table directly next to you. You could feel his hot breath on the side of your neck tickling the sensitive areas behind your ear.

“Hm. I wasn’t expecting such a…direct answer.” You stammered, suddenly frozen in place. You hear a soft hum before he slightly scooted up and attached his lips to the side of your neck.

Grabbing the back of his head you egg him on further by tilting your head to the side to give him more room work. By this point all matters regarding dinner were completely closed and the only thing that was happening was Deans lips cascading over your neck as you moaned.

Dean had gotten tired of this little teasing game he was playing and removed his lips from you all together and pulled your chair out with you in it and continued to use his left hand to anchor behind your back and the right under your knee, easily pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

You’d wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with loving force. He rested his hands around your waist and gently grabbed your hips and pulled you as close to him as you possibly could.

The feeling of his touch was electrifying. Every nerve ending in your body was being touched at the same time and you couldn’t get enough. He had lit a fire under you that needed to be satisfied immediately.

He could feel your pulsating heat above him resting on his manhood. It was driving him crazy. Your panting and moaning against his lips, the sensitive hardness of your nipples through your t-shirt, your aching pussy on his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted your weight and roped your right leg in-between his to make sure you were resting on his knee.

“I want you to go to our room, take your pants off, and sit down right here.” He demanded in a low voice motioning to his thigh. You gulped. You were too horny to say no so you just quietly got up and did as he said. Slowly.

You’d been in your room for couple seconds and Dean is already getting impatient. Huffing like a child who was told that he couldn’t have ice cream before dinner.

Once you’d finally gotten your jeans off Dean was quick to usher you back onto to his lap. He guided you down to his Jean covered thigh where an empty space resided.

Your aching thong layered warmth was quick to react to the stimulation of the different materials rubbing up against your swollen clit. You gasped softly at the newfound spark in the pit of your stomach. Dean silently smirked at the thought of you enjoying this as much as he was about to.

“Start moving back and forth slowly. Don’t go to fast in the beginning or it won’t feel good.” He explained slipping his hands around your butt and lightly encouraging you forward and backward to help you find your rhythm.

At first it felt kind of awkward but then friction felt electromagnetic almost. Soon enough you could hardly get enough. Once you felt comfortable enough to drop your dead weight and grab ahold of Deans forearms he started to nudge you a little faster to really get the fire going.

You couldn’t keep your moans contained and it was music to his ears. He knew he was right, you just needed a little push in the right direction.

“Mmm, fuck, god I love your hands all over me. Roaming all over my body, touching the spots you know I like.” You said while Deans hands complimented the curves of your body.

He just silently smirked and continued to venture his way throughout your body until his hand landed on the hem of your shirt. His rough hands scoured the undersurface that was your waist.

Suddenly with no warning he yanks you forward so your front sides were touching and your erratic breathing was face to face with his calmness. “You know our safe word don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Pineapple.” You said under your breath with no hesitation.

“Good.” Dean replied, moving his right hand from your waist to your throat. You moaned inwardly at the sensation.

As he slowly sat you back down on his thigh your heat was just begging to be touched. You almost cried when Dean sat you down and began moving you slowly again starting the process all over again.

“Dean please move faster!” You whined. He just laughed in your face. “Do you think you deserve it? You were kind of being a brat earlier when I told you I wanted you to ride my thigh, weren’t you?”

You moaned in response to his torture. When you tried to speed up he’d plant his hands on your hips and slow you to a borderline deathly slow pace.

You were getting frustrated at being so close to the edge with no relief. Dean was being a maniac and not letting you come.

Whenever you’d get to the edge affirm you and start the process over again. Slow agonizing pace and slew of touches in the places he was aware that drove you crazy.

He loved seeing you so uncharacteristically feral for his touch. You’d always been the type to like physical affection but not how you were being now. The edging had drove you crazy.

“Your doing so good princess.” He said checking up on you as he raked his fingers through your hair. You’d been going at this for a while and you looked out of it.

“Mmm’ thank you,” you quietly mumbled into his shoulder. You needed to cum so badly. Right in this very moment you’d do just about anything for it.

“I’m going to go through the motions for the last time now. I want you to give it to me.” He demanded softly. You would’ve perked up excited had you not been extremely tired from all the work that your clitoris has been put through.

He starts off slowly once again finding that familiar spark within your stomach and slowly drawing it out. You could feel the rising tension in your stomach as your most sensitive parts start to pulsate.

"Harder." you moaned out, motioning for dean to gently push harder on your hips while you grinded faster.

"That's it, you're such a good girl. Always doing what i ask. Even if you're skeptical of the idea." he praised sending all the extra heat straight to your soaked panties.

The pleasure begain to become to much, you started to back off but Dean kept you steady with the same pace as before. "Agh," you moaned out and rested your head in the crook of his neck while your high was rapidly aproaching.

When your breathing picked up Dean knew you were close. His rough and calloused hands dug into your flesh like a chunk of raw meat that only fueled the fire of your desire.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. Obscenities corralled from your lips as your hands grip on to Deans flannel covered torso like it's the last thing you could ever touch.

"Holy shit." was the only thing you could muster. Further digging your head into the crook of his neck and breathing in the sweet musk of his natural scent.

"Holy shit indeed," he replied which made you lazily laugh. He removed you from the little cave you'd created for yourself in his side and gave you a sugar filled kiss on the lips and forehead.

"I'm tired," you whine, resting in your husbands embrace.

"Oh that's so cute that you think we're done here." you heard as a muffled sound above you. Your heart dropped as you knew exactly what that meant.

You were kind of being a bitch today. But in your defense, your boyfriend Dean had been so busy with work that he hardly had time to satisfy your in the bedroom needs. When you’d try and communicate that this was becoming an issue you’d been brushed off every. single. time. So naturally you started to get frustrated and decided to take control into your own hands for the time being.

“Y/n, have you seen my gun?” Dean announced himself as he stumbled into the library. You just continued to sit there and do your research without so much as a morsel of acknowledgment.

He cleared his throat and tried again, “Y/n have you seen my gun?” only this time he got a small clench of the jaw and a silent flare of the nostrils. Still with no response he decided to try a third time when you suddenly just got up and left leaving him completely alone in the library.

Wondering what he did he promptly followed you, but once he realized he wasn’t getting far by just following in your footsteps he bravely spoke, “Okay, seriously, is this how we’re acting today?”.

This immediately caught your attention but you showed no signs of making a huge scene so you quickly and calmly stopped while turning around to face him while replying with, “I don’t know Dean, is it?”.

He really didn’t like the passive aggressiveness in your tone. It hadn’t helped that you’d quickly spun around and once again resumed ignoring him. Being ignored was one of his top ten pet peeves and you knew it. That’s exactly why you chose this method to piss him off. Get him all worked up, he’d have to take his frustrations out on you then.

“What the hells’ that supposed to mean?” He countered, following you into the kitchen.

“It means that if you don’t know then it’s not worth talking about.” You said truthfully. Suddenly Dean found himself recalling the days to see if he’d missed a birthday, a dinner, an anniversary, anything that would constitute this type of treatment and he came up empty.

As you noticed Dean sitting there dumbfounded you took it upon yourself to grab one of his beers from the fridge and march back out successfully initiating phase one.

You’d been toying with the idea for quite some time but never had the means or justification until now, you were going to go around the house and dump all of the alcohol.

This was seemingly easy considering after your and deans little spat, he’d decided to give you some space to cool off seeing that you were angry with him. It gave you the perfect opportunity to do what you needed to do. This was phase two.

Phase three was to just sit back and watch the anger seep from deep within Dean Winchesters veins until he couldn’t see anything but red.

Sam had been on a hunting trip for the last couple of days and you were thankful because the things he would’ve heard…

“Y/N! Where is all the beer?!” Dean hollered as you passed him in the kitchen.

“I dumped it.” You simply said. Deans face went slate.

“You-you…dumped it.” He said as both a statement and a question. You could see the vein on the side of his neck start to pop and you knew he was close to blowing a gasket at how he had been treated.

“Yup. I dumped it. Decided that we’re now alcohol free. Have fun with your green juices and detox tea.” You were beginning to walk away when he grabbed you and spun you back around so that your chests were touching and he was holding your wrists on both sides of your head.

“Is there something that needs to be sorted out? Cause’ I’m getting’ real tired of the way things have been going around here.” He seethed. He probably just wanted a nice cold beer after working a long hard case all day but you weren’t about to let that happen. You were horny and determined to do something about it.

You got closer to his face and begun to look into his eyes while simultaneously brushing your lips together with his. Nudging your nose against his you whispered, “if there was a problem you’d know.” And you ripped yourself away from him and swiftly dropped out of the room beginning to feel yourself getting wetter by the instant.

Not even ten seconds later Dean came marching out of the kitchen behind you demanding that you work this out by pushing you against the hallway wall. You responded by grabbing him by his belt loops and smashing his hips against yours. He’d finally gotten the hint.

“Is this what you wanted? Was my pretty baby just horny and desperate for her daddies attention?” He said as he grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. You whimpered at the gruffness of his touch, desperate and craving more.

“I need you to answer me, y/n. You know daddy doesn’t like it when you go silent.” Dean enforced. You let out the tiniest little ‘yes’ lost in your own world of pleasure and fulfillment.

“Louder, y/n.” He commanded putting slightly harder pressure onto the sides of your throat that were sure to bruise later but you didn’t care. The feeling of his body on your body was enough to drive you wild.

“Yes!” You deeply moaned wrapping your hands around his hips and flushing your pelvis’s together. Dean leaned down and planted an earth shattering kiss on your lips, tongue swirling around with your own while he still held the position of holding your neck firmly in place without making you dizzy from the lack of air.

“Up.” Dean forced. Slipping his hand under your thighs and wrapping your legs around his torso. When you were situated your hands found their way to his hair to gently tug at the roots.

Hiking you up by your ass you were looming over him with every adjustment. Your hands made their way to either side of his face while you ferociously kissed him. He started to stumble his way down the hallway, careful not to drop you. You moaned as his grip on your ass got tighter the more aroused he was getting.

The warm smell of cinnamon from your hair, the combined scent your vanilla bourbon perfume and your honey body lotion, it reminded him of home. Although you’d been getting in spats and arguments all day you’d still somehow made him feel loved and cared for by the way you’d responded to his touch.

It was at this very moment he decided that he wanted to marry you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, or hell— maybe not even next week, but someday If you’d let him.

Finally stumbling into your shared room dominant Dean was back in action. He gently put you down and then shoved you back onto the bed signifying the fact that he was done playing the game you’d been playing all day.

When you adjusted yourself on the bed he immediately ripped your pants off annoyed at the extra fabric keeping the two of you apart. Dipping down he gently put his right hand to your jaw and repeated what you had to him earlier. Brushing your lips together your noses tenderly touched and he gave you one last affectionate kiss before looking down at your tank top and ripping it in two.

Your eyes widened with desire, you’d never seen Dean like this and it was extremely sexy. The mix of softhearted kissing and rough manhandling was driving you insane. Kissing down your stomach the torn shirt was quickly discarded never to be seen again.

Only in your bralette and underwear you start to feel cold with Dean still fully clothed. Grabbing him by his hair you pull his head up from your panty line. Giving him a single peck on the lips you start to peel off the layers of flannel and cotton until his top half was fully nude.

Reaching down to undo his belt buckle he stops you with a questioning glare. He shoves your hands away and moved away from the bed and to the closet where a medium sized black box was laying on the top shelf. Getting that box down you knew that something freaky was about to happen.

Pulling out four long black ropes he looks back at you with a smirk. You gulp and back away slowly, however he was faster and started tying your left wrist tightly to the headboard. Positioning you in the middle of the bed he ties your right to the other side of the headboard.

Deciding to discard the last two ropes, he resumes your playful foreplay now teasing you at the fact that you can no longer touch him in the way you wanted to.

“M’ gonna fuck you in this pretty little bra. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Been walking around all day getting on my nerves so I’d have no choice but to fuck the aggression out. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.” He says menacingly pulling off your underwear.

Leaving your bare pussy in the cold Dean jumps off the bed and begins to slowly undress. And I mean slowly. You thought you were about to combust when you finally saw Dean unbuckle his pants and slowly drop them.

Getting back on the bed Dean slides his hands up and down your curves on your sides, trailing down to your hip bones and finally your throbbing heat. It really was no surprise that you’d gotten worked up so easy considering you and Dean hadn’t had really any sex in almost four months. Orgasms, yes. Sex, no.

It was killing you not being intimate with Dean like you used to. So when he finally put his cold hands on your warm aching pussy you could’ve cried in relief even though it was only through your panties you could feel his fingertips rubbing up against your clit causing you to softly moan in delight.

Gripping the tightly tied ropes Dean tormented you by pulling off your panties and just sat there. Staring. It would’ve made you insecure had you not known that Dean would’ve loved you no matter what you perceived your vagina to look like.

“Would you let me put a baby in you?” Dean asks out of the blue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched, “In the future of course. Your still on birth control, right?” He thought out loud. You were speechless so all you could do was nod and let out a small ‘uh-huh’.

Dean could tell you were now really tense after that question so he took his hands and smoothed them over your stomach and said, “Don’t worry. Not until your ready. But until then, I’d like to practice.”

Your muscles were slowly untensing as Dean assured you there would be no baby making until your ready. “If we’re practicing, do you mind going in raw? I’d like to be closer with you.”

Dean was now blushing but tried to hide it through dominance. He spread your knees apart and quickly dove in licking and sucking your clit. Pulling at the ropes, you moaned and groaned until you were so close to cumming that you could cry.

Dean could tell how close you were so he sped up his tongue motions and hooked his arms around the base of your thighs so you couldn’t move anywhere.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as your first orgasm took over you. Dean wasted no time in sliding his manhood into you with great force.

Putting his hands at your hips he began roughly thrusting into you at an angle that kept hitting your g-spot over an over again. As you were getting louder and louder with your moans Dean reached down in between your legs and rubbed your clit. He was fucking you so hard at this point you were seeing spots.

“Yeah. Your such a good girl. Taking it so good for me. Gonna be doing this to make a baby one day, huh sweetheart. Look at me.” He said as your eyes were starting to droop. Your eyes tiredly opened and you seen Dean look at you like your the queen of the world. His world. With adoration and love.

“Gonna let me fill you up, hmm? Gonna let me take care of you while your carrying our child? Gonna let me go out at three am to fill some ridiculous request of bread and butter pickles from that grocery store half an hour away?” Dean asks with a fond smirk on his face. Like he’d be so excited to be able to do those things for you.

Just hearing how happy it would make Dean to be your caretaker in your time of need makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not just because he’s still fucking the life out of you.

Once you get close enough to the edge Dean starts to get greedy. He wants you to cum and he wants it now. “Give it to me y/n. Now.” He says wrapping his hand around your throat and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Seconds later it felt like fireworks had been let off in your stomach with how hard you were orgasming. At one point you were certain that you were seeing stars.

“Fuck! Dean!” You moaned as you made other noises that you had no idea you could even make. Before you could even come down Dean slipped out of you and was undoing the ropes.

“All fours. Now.” Was the command. Still a little dizzy, you comply wanting to see where this was going.

Upon getting on all fours dean was already behind you thrusting upwards at a new angle. Letting out a deep groan you dropped to your elbows and grabbed the sheets.

“Having that attitude all day really drove me nuts all day, y’know that? Now I get to fuck it out of you and I couldn’t be happier.” He said slapping your ass hard. You yelped and tried to go forward but his hands at the crease of your hip and thigh bone wouldn’t let you.

“Your not going nowhere. Your gonna sit here and let me breed you like a good little slut.” You couldn’t deny hearing those words made the sex ten times hotter. When you leaned your head back to moan deans hand was there to grab you by your hair and continue fucking your pussy until you exploded.

Pulling your hair was the final step in your third and final orgasm. Pulling away slightly at the overstimulation Dean speeds up, chasing his own climax. With one last grunt Dean came spilling into you with force.

“Oh God,” you shuddered, suddenly very cold. Goosebumps lining your skin, you get off the bed leaving Dean to fend for himself.

After you cleaned up you got back in bed with Dean. “Did you really mean what you said? Do you really want kids with me?” You asked as you lifted up the covers where Dean currently resided.

“Well yeah, I’d also like to put a ring on your finger too whenever you’ll let me.” Dean said shyly playing with the edging on the covers.

You quietly smiled and kissed Dean as you settled down. “I love you, and I want to marry you. But kids are out for a while. At least until I’m sure one of us isn’t going to end up dead with the shit we deal with on the daily. I won’t put another generation of kids what we went through. I just won’t.”

Although Dean was disappointed, he understood. His childhood sucked and he’d do anything to make sure that his kid didn’t live the same life.

“But we can still practice though, right?” Dean asked cheekily. You laughed, “yes Dean we can still practice.”

You both chuckled when you heard a voice booming from the kitchen, “Dean, where is all the beer?!” It was Sam.

“You were kidding though about the beer weren’t you?” He asked and you laughed harder.