Misha Collins has my soul

Mark had woken up earlier than planned due to a call. So after promising a whole day just the two of you… You were a little upset. You tried to hide it, but you could never hide anything from Mark. He knew you a little too well.

So now, you two are in the shower, you on your knees and his cock in your mouth.

“That’s it… go real slow for me. To the base, sweetheart,” he praised, his eyes on yours and his hand fisted in your hair. Your mouth just can’t fit his length, but you try. You try for him.

“There we go, pretty girl… God, you take me so well, baby,” he coos. “Such a pretty girl on her knees-”

His voice cuts off when you swirl your tongue over the head once more. “God, baby,” he breathes. “Fuck.”

You hum around his length, your head bobbing just a little faster. You keep your eye on him, one of your hands stimulating his sack while the other pumps his cock, where your mouth can’t reach. You watch as his head falls back, and you hum when you feel his hand in your hair tighten.

Before you can even expect it, he shoves your mouth off his cock and forces you to stand up, his lips crashing against yours as his hand finds your clit and start circling. God, it’s so rough… You’re gonna come before you fucking know it.

Mark’s mouth kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys in the sweet spots while his fingers slam into your slick cunt, pumping at such a fast and painful rhythm that it elicits a loud, pleasurable scream from your throat. “Fuck, Mark!” you exclaim, nails digging into his back.

“Such a pretty girl,” he growls against your shoulder, “and all mine.”

You’re about to hit climax. You feel it rushing up-

And he pulls his fingers away, placing them in your mouth. You suck greedily, licking your flavor off his fingers, and his free hand finds its way under your ass, hoisting you up to his hips.

“Baby, I gotta take my hand back,” he murmurs with a chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth as he moves his hand from your mouth to your other thigh, and you lock your ankles at his back as you feel his thick in your body.

You grind your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his stomach, and you kiss him deeply as you do. You moan relentlessly against his mouth, and he knows you’re close.

Which is good, because he has to get to work soon anyway.

Mark thrusts up a little bit more, a little bit faster, feeling himself about to tip over the edge…

And when he pulls his lips from yours and looks at you, broken and trembling above him, your eyes full of love, adoration, and need… he nods. You nod.

And the bathroom is filled with the sounds of your clashing moans, yeses, fucks, and pure love as your walls tighten around him, and you feel seedy warmth shoot inside of you.

You sit there under the hot water for a moment before he sets you down, holding you to make sure you don’t slip. He grabs some shampoo and scratches at your scalp, lathering your hair with soap before washing it out.

“I love you, princess,” he whispers. “My sweet, adorable, magical princess.” He kisses your forehead, helping you clean up. “…I’ll be home as soon as I can, baby. And I promise, we can do anything you want.”

Even though you don’t get to have the love of your life all day on your birthday, he made sure it started off wonderfully. And you know it’ll be a perfect ending to the day.

“I love you too, Mark,” you whisper, kissing him softly.

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