Kol-Ut-Shan

Too many options. You weigh them. He'll give anything, you could ask for his mouth or thick fingers or dick. Could push off your back and clamber onto his lap. He's a mess but hiding it well, save for telling pinched brows.

"Wanna see you better."

He sits high on his knees and blinks at you, trying to focus. It's hard, when you're a glowing vision in his backseat and nude besides underwear. An angel. Splayed and running a tender hand along his chest, your thumb coaxes his nipple.

"Fuck," he hisses, dark lashes aflutter.

You smile. Rarely are you the one doing the teasing.

"Sensitive," you coo and pinch quick. "Oh, you like that."

Ribbons of silver moonlight bleed through the windows, strapping across his abdomen. They set the honey-blond hairs above his belt flaming white, flowing down his navel in a band, beckoning to be licked and touched.

You twist his nipple between a delicate thumb and index. He barely swallows a whimper.

"Baby." He scrambles to hitch your thigh up his waist, holding it there while he helplessly grinds the swell of his jeans against you. "Fuck, you're so- so good. A fuckin' angel."

Your hand falls and settles on his bicep. He ruts slow and stuttered, lowering himself to press the point of his nose beside your ear. Powdery fragrance, he breathes in and in again, chest flowering with sticky, sweet love.

"Dean, I... oh."

He raises his head, fingers kneading at the dough of your leg. His rings indent cold and your half-lidded eyes tug his heart achingly. You've such a breathy, faraway voice and he hasn't even fucked you stupid yet.

"Good?" he checks. "Feels good? You like this?"

You nod feverish, catching his chin with a sloppy, pillowed kiss. He's got enough sense to grin lopsided and swallow your mouth whole, tongue needling for yours. This earns him a dreamy, lilting sigh that pits straight to his gut and pools there in welling heat.

"Y'sound like..." he starts, mumbling and blissed, following a connecting string of saliva back towards your lips. Can't ever get his fill, mind a mantra of you, warm, soft, sugary. "Heaven. What does heaven sound like?"

A shaky breath passes from your nose. "Heavenly, I'd guess."

He licks a stripe on your throat. Your arms cross over his shoulder blades, palm scooping through spiked hair, hips lifting to meet his movement. A small, hiccupping sound flies from him traitorously, bordering on plea.

"Jesus- shit," he says. His clothed thrusts become sloppy.

"Here," you offer, reaching for his belt. "Please."

There's nothing else to think about, to feel, except for your fingertips grazing past that musky trail on his low stomach. He slows, missing the friction as it wanes, but adoring your cautious expression. Excitedly nervous. Your pinkie curls around a belt loop. His palm skates the length of your thigh.

"Y'don't have to," he murmurs. "It's okay, baby."

Dean decides you must be magic, when your eyes find his. Glittering jewels amidst the dim light in the car. He can see your smile, a perfect, curling thing, and holds back from kissing you again and again until your brain is mush.

"Want to," you reply. His belt comes undone with a clink.

The button of his jeans pops out lazy under your tentative touch, but he doesn't rush. Rolls his lip beneath a shiny canine as you slide the zipper down and stifles a whiny beg. You're soft and pretty and he wants to bury himself in your skin forever.

You work his jeans to his knees and then pause to watch him quietly, ignoring his straining boxers, your chest pulling with prolonged rises. He wonders where that brief teasing went but loves you just as much, like this. Affected.

"Hey," he whispers. Leans quickly to give a smacking kiss to your hip bone. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you. You're, um. You're beautiful, too."

His body pangs. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Can you fuck me, now? Please."

Yes, yes, yes.

Clumsy in this small space, he manages to kick off his pants without hitting the top of his head and yanks his wallet from the back pocket to grab a condom. Brings it to his teeth and tears it open. His supply is diminishing.

"Yeah, yeah, baby. Yes. C'mere."

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Dean knew he’d gone too far, but in his mind, he hadn’t crossed any lines yet. To him, this was all a normal reaction for a man in love. He watched and followed you to protect you. He kept you away from your friends or boyfriends, whom Dean saw as threats to you, not him, because he wanted you happy. He came into your house and masturbated because he wanted you around, completely normal and in the name of love.

This had to be the sixth time he’d come over to your house and masturbated. He’d done it in different places in your house: your bathroom, your bedroom, your couch, your kitchen. He didn’t care. His cum wasn’t coming out as hard and as much as it had the first few times because of his excessive masturbation.

And now he was in your bed. He’d even gone so far as to take off his clothes, leaving himself completely naked between your white sheets. He was so immersed in the feel of your dirty panties against his damp cock that he didn’t hear the door open or close, or the jingle of your keys as you placed them on the table near the entrance.

He licked his lips as his precum stained your panties.

“Yes, right there. God, you’re so good.”

“Yes, right there. God, you’re so good.”

God, if only he’d heard your footsteps approaching…

“Oh, God!”

His eyes shot open, startled by your cry. He saw you standing right there in the doorway across from the bed.

You were terrified, your eyes wide as you dropped your bag on the floor. And it only turned Dean on more.

“Who the hell are you?! What are you doing?!” You stuttered, but your voice was fast. Your mind still hadn’t been able to grasp what was happening.

“Hey, calm down.” Dean spoke calmly, sitting up slowly, but not taking his hand off his cock.

A few moments passed, your breathing rapid, your mind working hard to process the situation. And then it hit you. There was a naked man in your bed, masturbating with panties that were probably yours.

Your gaze locked, time seemed to stand still, and Dean, seeing that it might be time to try and get closer to you, moved slightly to get out of bed, but it was an action that had another action, because it made you react and run from the room.

“Shit!” Dean cursed as he quickly got up and followed you. “Wait!” You grabbed for your keys, but your hands were shaking and they fell off, and in desperation you pulled on the door, not caring that it was locked. Dean stood a few feet behind you, his hand in front of him. “Hey…” You jumped and turned to face him. “Hey, calm down.”

He took a few steps toward you slowly so as not to scare you. You were trembling.

“W-who are you?”

“Someone who won’t hurt you.”

You swallowed.

“W-what are you doing here? What were you doing in my room?”

“Well…” He looked down at his naked body, his cock still hard, even harder after seeing you, your panties with semen on his hand, before looking up at you with a smirk. “We both know the answer to that.” He slowly moved closer until he was only inches away from you. You turned the doorknob again. “Hey, hey. Come on… don’t do that, babe.” He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. “God… You’re even more beautiful up close.” You stared at him.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

He looked at you with offense, as if the mere thought of him hurting you was impossible.

“I could never do that to you.” He brought his face down to yours and licked his lips. “I love you.”

And with that, he kissed you.

It had to be the happiest moment of Dean’s life. Finally feeling your lips against his, not just imagining them. They were soft, and Dean swore they fit perfectly with his. And you… Well, you didn’t know how to react. You were still, shocked, terrified. You’d stayed put, just letting it happen. Your mind was a mess right now.

And Dean was loving every second of it.

He could feel your trembling and he reveled in your wailing. Something about the way you feared him turned him on.

He held your face with both hands, the panties touching your cheek, to make sure you didn’t move and licked your lips, trying to get between them. He wanted to make you open your mouth, so he reached up and pulled at your hair, causing you to gasp, and Dean took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He moaned against your mouth at the taste of you. You were so much better than he’d imagined, and he couldn’t help but move his hips against your body like a dog in heat.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from yours with a soft bite and ran his thumb over your lips.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel better.” He said, noticing you were starting to react.

He held your hand and led you to the bedroom, knowing the way perfectly.

“Wait-”

“There’s no time to waste. I’ve waited too long for this.”

He pushed you onto the bed. He tilted his head, looking at you in admiration.

“God, you’re perfect.” He tugged at your feet, removing your boots and stockings, before running his hands over them. He smelled them and sighed, placing a kiss on them as he looked down at you. “Everything about you is perfect.”

He let go of your feet and brought a hand to his member, with her panties still in her fist, stroking himself slowly.

“Undress.” He ordered you.

It was his moment. All his fantasies, thoughts, desires… He was going to act on them all right now.

You complied. With trembling hands, you reached down to your jeans and pulled them down under Dean’s watchful eye. He bit his lower lip at the sight of your panties and brought the ones in his hand to his nose, sniffing deeply. You watched him, your heart skipped a beat, and you admitted in your head that you were wet.

He threw the panties aside. Now that he had you, he wouldn’t know them. He rested his knees on the edge of the bed and lowered his face to your core, sniffing. He let out a moan and licked through your panties. You had red panties. They weren’t considered sexy in society, but Dean figured you’d put them on hoping he’d see them. I mean, you must have suspected something already. So many times he’d left his cum on your things and not noticed? Surely you already knew and had come quietly to surprise him.

“Dirty girl.” He clicked his tongue. “I’d stay with my face between your legs for hours on end, but you denied me this long ago.”

And with that, he ripped your panties off, leaving a stinging sensation in the area. You gasped in surprise, and he positioned himself on top of you, holding your wrists above your head.

“Relax, you’ll love it. I’ll make you cum so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.” He held his member in one hand and entered you slowly, wanting to savor the moment. “Oh, baby, you feel so good.”

He looked into your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead before penetrating him. You moaned, your gaze darting around the room, so he cupped your chin in his hand, causing you to turn your gaze back to his.

“That’s it, baby, you’re so pretty.”

He began to move slowly from the outside in. He picked up his pace quickly. He couldn’t wait, he’d already waited too long. He slipped his hand under your sweater and squeezed your breast hard.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lowered a hand to your clit, flicking it quickly as he watched you intently. “Come on, babydoll, cum for me. Only for me.”

And you did. Only for him. Your eyes rolled back and your body shook.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He kissed you roughly, biting your lips before pulling out of you and quickly turning you over, your face against the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

He entered you again and began a rapid pace. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your eyes closed as tears streamed from your eyes—maybe from the pain, maybe from the pleasure, Dean liked it either way. His hips slammed against your ass and his balls against your clit. It was too much for you, so you shifted uncomfortably.

“Easy, easy, I’m finishing now, my love.”

“You know something?” He gasped. “I’ll leave my semen inside you and make you bear my children. One after the other, without stopping. You’ll stay home taking care of them.” You clenched around him, and Dean took it as if you liked the idea. “Yeah, you feel that?” He growled through gritted teeth, feeling his cock twitch. “Oh, God, baby, that feels so good.” He moaned and closed his eyes. His thrusts got harder, moving you forward. He held your hands behind you and placed his foot on top of your head, pushing it into the sheets.

Dean reached his orgasm, his cum shooting out harder than ever, staining your insides. He gave a loud groan, his breathing rapid as he lay still for a moment, processing what had just happened. He pulled out of you slowly and watched the cum oozing out of your small, now red hole. He inserted two of his fingers, shoving it back in. You moaned at the sensation.

Dean smiled and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek. Your eyes were half-open, your face red, some of your hair falling in front of your face.

“You were perfect, baby. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He hugged you. “This is the beginning of a new life, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “You’ll see.”

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"you're useless." "dumb fuckin' kid." "can't do one goddamn thing right."

"You always this slow?" Then he’d already be looking away, because the conversation was done whether you agreed or not. Nothing ever seemed to matter when Ben was in a bad mood.

"C'mon, sweet girl. One drink."

"No, sir."

"Why? You a stuck up?"

Because you were his employee? Because he was old enough to be you father? Because he was an asshole? But you never got that far.

Ben would just roll his eyes as if you were the difficult one.

The annoying part was that he never stopped. Not after you said no, not after the second no, not after the tenth.

One day you'd get a lazy "Mornin', doll." The next it'd be "You can't actually be this fuckin' stupid." And somehow neither one felt stranger than the other, because it always made your belly twist in the best way.

Maybe you should've reported him. Maybe you were actually that fucking stupid, because why would you let him treat you that way? Maybe you enjoyed it more than you wanted to admit. Maybe he was telling you to stay away from him while already looking for reasons to drag you closer. Because why else would you keep letting him get away with it? Why else would your stomach still flip every time he walked into a room and stared at you like a hungry wolf?

You should've listened to the logical part of your brain. Instead, you kept finding yourself in his office. Finding excuses to stay a little longer after meetings, finding yourself alone with him more often. You enjoyed it, his attention, it was gratifying in a way, no matter how much of a cruel asshole Ben was, and the fact that he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen wasn’t helping either. And he knew that, oh, Ben knew. He knew that no matter how much he pushed you down you'd always crawl your way back to him. You always came back into his orbit because it was the only place you were meant to be. Because you were a good girl. Really, you listened to authority, respected him because of his age, his position. You were a good girl, and he was an awful, awful man.

The office is empty at this hour.

Ben growls at the sight of you already spreading yourself like some desperate slut on his messy desk. The grip on his cock tightens as he steps closer, pressing the thick head against your dripping entrance. "Done bein' a fuckin' tease?" Ben asks and all you can do is nod all meek, but he doesn't like that answer very much. Pain shoots through your scalp as he harshly pulls at your hair. "Speak." He tuts. "Y-Yes, 'm done.. I'm sorry— sorry, sir.." The words stumble out through a soft whine.

Ben laughs mean. "You ain't sorry, sugar." A determined thrust buries him to the hilt in one brutal move, stealing a ragged cry from your lips as he bottoms out inside your tight pussy.

"Oh my gosh—" You suck in a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

Ben swallows. "Fuckin' hell.. So tight, baby." He loves how he's already stretching you out, how you're so responsive just for him, a mess. He loves how you looked right now, and your noises, god, the sounds were shooting straight to his dick getting him harder than he ever has been.

"That's right— look at that, doll. That all the way in, just lemme own this sweet little pussy of yours, mkay?" Ben roughly pats at your cheek as you wriggle your hips, urging him to move. A rough thrust punches another sob out of you, his smirk only widening. "Greedy bitch."

God.. he loves having you just like this, all desperate, crying and trembling against him like his personal little toy. Ben knew you'd eventually fall, they all do, one way or another. He's for sure keeping you after this, he thinks to himself.

"So goddamn desperate for cock, huh? Bein' a little tease for the past few months.. Testing me, just to get me all worked up and wantin' you. I was so obsessed with you, baby, from the first moment you opened that pretty mouth, jesus." Another pathetic moan cascades out of your open mouth. "Thinkin' you could refuse me, what a silly, stupid girl." Ben lets out a short laugh as he bullies deeper into your pussy. "You just wanted me to snap, didn't you? Wanted me to finally go crazy and fuck you right?"

His hips snap wildly up into you, the obscene squelch of your pussy echoing through the empty office. "H-Hah— yes~"

Ben smiles proudly at the sound of your broken voice, his thrusts getting rougher, harder, meaner. His grip on your hips tightens as he drags you onto him with every snap of his body. A sharp slap to your face makes you yelp as he leans in closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You want me to fill this pretty little cunt up? Want me t'mark ya from inside out?"

You cried out, all high-pitched, pathetic really, Ben thinks. You're already this stupid and he hasn't even fucked you properly yet. "Yes, please, please y—es!"

His thrusts turn brutal, slamming into you with enough force to knock you forward on the desk, knees now pressed to your chest.

"Gonna breed ya full and leave ya right here until morning so people know who they're workin' with. Yeah, she likes that.." A rough growl rumbles in his chest as he feels your pussy clenching around him in fast pulses.

"Gonna make sure everyone knows exactly who owns her, ain't that right?" His hands slide up to grip your throat "Say it."

A sharp thrust urges another cry out of you as he comes in closer, his voice demanding.

"Tell me who owns this pretty cunt, tell me whose cum's gonna be dripping outta ya."

"You— you do-" you mewl, legs falling around his hips "Yours, jus' yours, sir, only yours!"

Ben hums, the sound ripping from his throat as he slams into you one last time. His grip on your throat tightens as he spills deep inside you, hot and thick spurts of come painting your gummy walls.

"Oh, mhff, fuuh—" you breathe out, back arching against the desk as you finally come over the edge too, whole body convulsing into his hold, mind a fuzzy mess.

Ben smiles as he feels you tighten even more around his cock, body spasming, cunt milking every last drop of his come. The grip on your throat loosens just enough to let you breathe, but he doesn’t pull out just yet.

"Ah yeah.. Look at that." A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he watches the way some of his release spills from you the moment he moves back only a little.

"Gonna be feelin’ this for days, sugar. You'll be walkin’ funny.."

You can only pant like a helpless puppy, back flat against the cold surface. Ben clicks his tongue and pulls out a bit more. He hums in satisfaction as he watches his cum leak out of you, walls still twitching like they're trying to keep him inside forever.

"Tch. Messy fuckin' girl.. Can't even hold my load, huh?" Ben drags a finger through the mess, pushing it back inside with a slow thrust just to feel you squirm. "Gonna have t'make sure this stays put next time."

You whimper, immediately squeezing aroud the thick digits "W-wait, sir, too sensitive—"

He grins sharp, his other hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Poor girl. Shoulda thought about that before beggin' for it like a slut." Ben mocks.

A rough plunge of his fingers makes you choke and he leans in closer, voice dropping into something grave. "I'll make sure this gets through your thick skull, 'til you learn your lesson. Gonna have ta fill ya up again just t'make my point."

Ben withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you feeling cold and empty. He grabs your hips, hoisting you off the desk, and drags you over to the couch against the west wall of his office, practically tossing you onto it.

"On your knees, princess. Ain't done with you just yet."

You're wondering if you're gonna get that promotion any time soon.

He lifted his gaze at the sound of your car. Seeing you get out of the vehicle he stood, a smile on his face and started to head over to you.

“Hey,” he greets his bowlegs carrying him to you in a few strides.

You walk straight up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest without a word. You just need him to hold you. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, a small frown passes across his face. It's not like you not to speak.

“Everything ok?” He checks. 

You simply shake your head no.

“You wanna talk about it?” He murmurs into your hair.

“In a minute. I just wanna stay like this for a bit longer.” You say relishing in the warmth and safety of his strong arms and firm chest.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before gently resting his cheek there, happy to stay like that for as long as you need. 

“People suck,” you eventually mumble into his chest.

Lifting his head he angles himself to look at you. “They can, yeah. You ready to tell me what happened?”

Sighing you pull away from him and nod. Placing his hand on your lower back he guides you over to the steps of his decking. Gesturing for you to take a seat in the wooden deck chair, while he perches on the little table next to it, facing the fire.

“It's just… my entire day I've had customers and members treating me like crap. It's like every little inconvenience is my fault. As if I’ve personally gone out of my way to inconvenience them. I don't make the rules, I just have to follow them. Why am I getting all the grief? They talk to me like I'm beneath them, and look at me like I'm something disgusting they scraped off their shoes. And I certainly don't get paid enough to deal with all of this,” you sigh. “It's just so frustrating. I used to love my job but now…”

Beau squeezes your hand, “Sounds like a rough day.”

“Working with the public sucks,” you grumble. 

He purses his lips in thought for a beat before agreeing, “yeah it can.”

“At least you can threaten to arrest them when they act like that.”

“You want me to go arrest them for you?” Beau half jokes, because if he could he would. 

“Yes,” you tell him, collapsing into him.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you again.

You allow yourself to relax in his embrace. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For being here, for this.”

Beau hums in agreement, and pulls you into his side a little more. “Any damn day darlin’. Any damn day.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it! Would love to hear what you thought.

Some days I really wish Beau could wrap me up in his arms and make me forget about those interactions.

The "People suck/ Working with the public sucks," comments, I don't think this applies to everyone. Just those that like to be rude to receptionists, retail workers etc.

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You rose to your feet and slipped your flip-flops back on, glancing down at your clothes. It wasn’t like you were dressed for company, but it was too late to worry about it now. You tried to see who was behind the wheel, but the sun glinting off the windshield made that impossible, so you shrugged and went down the steps to greet whoever was driving. When he climbed out of the car, your mouth dropped open, and you stopped in your tracks for a second.

You could have sworn the temperature just rose another 20 degrees. This man was a whole other level of hot. Drool-inducing, panty-melting, fantasy-inspiring hot - tall, lean, bow-legged, broad-shouldered, and gorgeous. As you forced yourself to close your mouth, he swore, talking to the car.

“Son-of-a-bitch! Come on, Baby, we’re almost home.” The frown between his brows (even that was attractive) smoothed out a bit as he saw you approaching (once you recovered your ability to walk). “Hey, sorry about that. I guess this heat is too much even for my Baby today.”

“I can see that!”

He turned to raise the hood, steam surrounding him as he propped it in place, and you swore you could hear porn music playing in the background as you stared at his biceps. You stifled a groan at the play of muscle underneath his grey t-shirt, which was rapidly growing darker with sweat in the heat and clinging to his back. “I’d better let her cool off.”

“I can hook up the hose so you can put some water in the radiator after it sits for a bit.” You were sounding far less wilted than you had felt before he got out of that car, that was for sure.

He smiled, and your heart did a somersault in your chest. “That would be awesome, thanks.” He followed you around to the side of the house, and you shut off the water to your flowers, then reached to unscrew the sprinkler hose. It had apparently welded itself to the spigot – you couldn’t get it to budge. You bent over, struggling to force the stubborn coupling to loosen up, but it was hopeless. You turned, frustrated, and your unexpected visitor’s eyes traveled quickly back up to your face as his tongue swept over his lips. “I – uh… Here, let me give it a try.”

He stepped forward to deal with the stubborn fitting, and you blushed at your thoughts. Had he been staring at your ass? Speaking of… Your eyes were currently glued on his backside as he finally managed to unscrew the sprinkler hose. You shook your head to break the spell and rushed over to grab the regular hose from its storage on the side of the house, handing it to him without meeting his eyes. You had to calm your hormones before you made a total ass of yourself over this guy.

“I have some iced tea in the house – or would you rather have a beer?”

He straightened up after hooking up the hose, turning to grin at you and sending another flood of those pesky hormones flooding into your bloodstream. “A beer sounds great, thanks. And my name’s Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.”

You smiled back at him as you introduced yourself, then went up the steps and into the house to fetch a couple of cold beers from your fridge. Of course, you stood with your head inside of it for a couple of minutes first, thinking about the way you could feel his eyes following you as you had walked away from him. And you had thought this stay-at-home vacation was going to be boring.

You headed back outside, and Dean walked back towards you from where he had dragged the hose over near his car. You couldn’t stop staring at that bow-legged stride, the denim of his jeans hugging those strong thighs, and you dropped down to sit on the steps to mask your agitation. He plopped down beside you, gratefully taking the beer you offered. “Thanks - nothing like an ice cold beer when it’s hot as hell out,” he said grinning over at you. You agreed, watching as he tipped his bottle and took a long pull. You followed suit quickly, because otherwise you were going to moan out loud at the sight of his perfect lips on the rim of the bottle, the tip of his tongue touching the opening before he drank. There were several very filthy thoughts battling for space in your head, and you could feel your pulse beating between your thighs.

“Soooo,” you started, a little too loudly, but you quickly caught yourself and adjusted your volume. “I heard you say you were almost home – where are you from?”

“My brother and I live a couple miles south of Lebanon.”

“I guess we’re almost neighbors, then,” you said, inwardly cringing at your lack of small talk skills.

Dean gave you a crooked smile, nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess we are. So if I come knocking at your door to borrow a cup of sugar, you got me covered?”

You smiled. “Any time.”

He picked at the label on his bottle, shooting a sideways glance your way with a sly quirk of his lips. “As long as your boyfriend isn’t the jealous type.” You laughed softly, and he nudged your shoulder with his. “What, too subtle?”

“No boyfriend. Just an ex-husband, but that’s old news.” You met his green-eyed gaze, which had your breath catching in your chest for a moment. “How about you?”

“Nope, completely free.” A warm smile slowly spread across his face, making your stomach do a little flip. “So far.” He winked, so quickly that you weren’t completely sure you hadn’t imagined it, and then drained the rest of his beer and rose to his feet. “Let’s see if I can bring Baby back to life, huh?”

You went to the side of the house and waited for his shout, then turned on the water. You waited for him to call out again to shut it back off, then walked back around the house as he slid behind the wheel. You heard him turn the key with a ‘Come on, Baby!’ and then a ‘That’s my girl!’ when the engine roared to life. You were trying to stifle your smile when he shut the engine off and climbed back out, but he just grinned back at you before turning around to put the hood down.

He headed back your way, wiping his hands on the tail of his t-shirt. “If you’re not in a hurry, you could come inside and cool off before you head home, have another beer.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal, but you were holding your breath as you waited for his reply.

“Yeah, thanks. Lead the way.” You smiled and turned to go up the steps, Dean right behind you. You both let out a relieved sigh at the cool air in the house compared to the sauna-like atmosphere outside. “Damn, does that feel good,” he said as you kicked off your flip-flops. He bent to untie his boots, but you stopped him.

“You don’t have to do that, really.” He glanced up to see that you were sincere, gave a little nod in acknowledgment, and followed you into the kitchen.

You went to the fridge, grabbed a couple more beers, and handed him one, turning to lean against the island as you opened yours. Dean settled against the counter top across from you, flipping his lid into the trash with perfect aim, then tilting his head back to take several swallows as you lost yourself in the sight.

His t-shirt was stuck to his body, his nipples showing through the damp cotton of his shirt. You stared at his throat as he drank, watching with bated breath as a bead of sweat trickled from his hairline all the way down his neck. He licked his lips as he set his bottle down beside him, his eyes moving from your parted lips to your breasts as they rose and fell with your rapidly increasing breathing. Your heart was beginning to pound, and you took your bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you spoke, your voice breathless. “So, do you wanna…”

“Hell, yeah,” he growled out before you could finish, and then he was on you before you could blink. You reached back blindly, your beer thankfully settling in an upright position as he pinned you against the island and took your lips in a ravenous kiss, all tongues and teeth and hunger. He had both hands on your ass, kneading and squeezing as your fingers clawed at his back, and you could feel him rapidly growing hard as he pressed closer.

He finally broke the kiss, barely parting from you and still nibbling at your lips as he spoke. “I’ve got some condoms in my bag in the trunk.”

You shook your head, kissing him again and making him moan as you sucked the tip of his tongue. “Down the hall, nightstand, top drawer,” you managed before he flashed a grin, giving your left cheek one more squeeze before he rushed away to follow your directions.

Dean was back before you finished taking a swallow of your beer. He took the bottle from your hand, turning to set it next to his on the opposite counter top. “Might need some room,” he said as he moved close again, putting his hands on your waist and boosting you up to the top of the island. He slipped his fingers up under the hem of your shirt, looking into your eyes. “Can I?”

You nodded, holding his gaze as he slowly peeled your tank top up, then over your head. He tossed it behind him without taking his eyes from your breasts. “Your turn,” you said softly, giving his shirt a tug, and he pulled it off in one quick move, then moved in close. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him snug between your thighs as you ran your fingertips over his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoo.

He put a hand on your knee, moving it up slowly until his fingers slipped under the frayed hem of your cutoffs. “I should tell you, these Daisy Dukes have been making me crazy,” he rumbled, making you shiver as he traced a line forward and along the crease of your thigh. He leaned down to kiss you as he worked your zipper open, and you moaned into his mouth as he shoved his hand into your panties, his strong fingers gliding through your slick folds as he hummed against your lips.

“Well, I should tell you I’ve been wet for you since you first climbed out of that car,” you said, your voice raspy with arousal. His lips curved into a sexy smirk, and you leaned back on your elbows to lift up a little as he pulled your shorts and panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

He pulled you back up against his chest, kissing you again as he slipped a finger up inside you, stroking, searching until you squirmed with a little whimper. You felt him smile against your lips, and then he added another finger, rubbing firm circles over your clit with his thumb as he brushed his fingertips repeatedly over your sweet spot.

Dean rested his forehead on yours as you raised you hips to chase his thrusts. It felt amazing, but at the moment there was only one thing you wanted. You clutched desperately at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button free and jerking the zipper down. He grunted as you gave his erection a squeeze, then tugged at his jeans until he pulled his fingers from you, a low chuckle in his throat. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he managed to say as you looked up at him with a coy smile, and he shoved his pants down, your eyes widening a little at the sight of him. He rolled the condom on and moved in close again, rubbing his sheathed cock through your slick pussy.

“Dean….” you whined softly at the friction on your swollen clit, and he leaned close, whispering in your ear.

“Shhhh, sweetheart, I got you.” He reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance and pushing forward as you clutched at the back of his neck. You chased his lips, kissing him desperately as he worked his way inside you with short strokes until he was buried deep, your hips rising to meet him. Every sensitive nerve inside you was singing, your body trembling at being filled to the limit.

You were panting as you pulled back from the kiss, and Dean put a hand to your face, brushing your damp hair back from your forehead, his green eyes warm as he gazed into yours. “You doing ok?”

You leaned into his touch with a euphoric little smile, then nodded. “I’m good. Really good.” He flashed a quick grin before giving you a gentle kiss, letting his hand drift down to cup your breast. “Could be better,” you mumbled against his lips, giggling as he drew back and looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh, yeah?”

You reached down to squeeze his ass – his very firm, pert ass – and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Dean.”

He didn’t make you wait. He braced one hand on your hip and wrapped an arm around you to hold you close as he began to rut into you, staying deep inside you at first, then pulling out farther and driving back into you faster and harder. Your thighs tightened around him, your hips bucking into his thrusts as your fingers dug into the muscle of his back, his skin slick with sweat. Moans of pleasure and grunts of effort filled the air as you began to clench and pulse around his cock, and you arched your back and cried out as you came undone.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dean swore softly as he lost control, his cock throbbing inside you as your orgasm sent him over the edge with you. You strained against him, whimpering at the intensity of the sensations washing through you, finally slumping with your face against his chest, a shudder making you clench around his still-pulsing length. He leaned forward, slightly trembling, holding you tight with one arm as he braced a hand on the counter, his chest heaving beneath your cheek as he slowly came down from his high.

He rested his head on top of yours, his warm breath stirring your hair. “You’re fucking incredible,” he breathed, raising back up as you moved to look up at him.

“Pretty incredible yourself,” you responded with a languid smile. “I haven’t felt this good in – well, ever.” His eyes searched yours as he bent close to kiss you, sending a wave of warmth through you.

“You know, I could kiss you for hours. Possibly days.”

He laughed softly, his fingers trailing along your jaw. “Well, maybe we’ll work on that. But I should probably take care of…” He glanced down pointedly at where you were still joined, and you smiled.

“Oh – yeah – I guess so.” You held your breath as he pulled himself free, then put his hands on your waist and helped you down off the island. He smiled down at you, his eyes scanning over your body with a naughty smirk as he let out a soft ‘Mmm-mmm.’

“I’ll be back,” he said, hitching his pants up, and you stared as he walked away from you, heading to the bathroom. You collapsed back against the counter, blowing out a breath in aroused appreciation. You had just had sex with a complete stranger who was hot enough to fuel your fantasies for many, many years into the future – and you were pretty sure you weren’t finished with him yet. In fact, you were sure of it. So you stood up straight and headed for the bathroom, in all your naked glory, with a big smile on your face.

When he opened the door, you were standing there waiting. His eyes widened a little, his smile slowly growing as you peered up at him with a flirty expression. “I need a shower. And you’re welcome to join.” You pushed your way by him, letting your breasts brush against his arm on the way by, grinning to yourself as you heard him chuckle.

You reached in and turned on the water to let it warm up, and Dean watched you with appreciation, pulling his lip between his teeth. “I – uh – have some clean clothes out in the car. I’ll be right back.”

You shot him a sidelong glance with a smile as you stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind you. He let out a low whistle before he rushed to the front door, heading for the car to get his duffle bag and pulling out his phone to call his brother. “Sammy? Yeah, had a little car trouble, I won’t be home until tomorrow sometime. Nah, nothing serious. Yep, later.”

Sometime tomorrow. Next day at the latest. He smirked to himself as he closed the trunk, patting the Impala’s roof on the way by as he headed back to the house. “I owe you, Baby.”

Three weeks later:

You sat on the porch swing, a cold beer in hand as you relaxed after a long week of work. The weather had finally cooled off, and it was pleasant on the porch, a light breeze stirring your hair. You reached for your phone as it rang, smiling as you looked at the screen. “Hello,” you said, a smile in your voice.

“Hey, there – it’s me, your neighbor.”

“Hi, neighbor,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“Well – as it turns out, I’m completely out of sugar.”

“Completely, huh?”

“Absolutely. Totally out. I could really, really use some sugar right now.” His voice was already sending vibrations through you that made you want to tell him to get in the car now. “And you know I’ve got a sweet tooth that just won’t quit. I need sugar, sweetheart.”

You laughed as you heard Sam’s voice in the background, threatening to throw up if Dean didn’t stop. “Well, you know you’re always welcome to come over for sugar if you need it, Dean.”

“I knew I could count on you. You’re the best neighbor ever. And we can fire up the grill, I’ll make my world-famous burgers, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds amazing. And I’ll handle dessert.”

He growled into his phone, making you laugh again. “Yeah, you will. Mmmmmm. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

You sighed happily as you hung up, swinging lazily with a smile on your face. Maybe you should put on those Daisy Dukes again.

Without panties, of course.

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There was a second of silence on the other end.

“Where are you?”, his voice sounded tense, he already knew something was wrong.

You gave him the address between the music and the laughter. You didn't have to explain much; Dean just let out a long sigh and said.

“Don't move from there. I'll be there in twenty”.

Twenty-five minutes later, the black Impala pulled up in front of the house with a deep roar. You descended the porch steps as quickly as your balance would allow. Dean was already out of the car, leaning against the driver's door with his arms crossed and that expression that promised a storm.

He opened the passenger door without saying a word. You got in, and the familiar smell of leather, oil, and his cologne enveloped you instantly. As soon as he closed the door, Dean walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat.

Neither of you spoke for the first few minutes. All you could hear was the purr of the Impala and the sound of the tires on the asphalt.

Until Dean broke the silence.

“Seriously?”, his voice was low, but loaded with anger. “A drunk party on a Tuesday? You?”.

You glanced at him sideways. His jaw was tense and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out”, he continued, not giving you a chance to respond. “And with good reason. What the hell were you thinking?”.

He turned his head for a second to look at you, his green eyes shining with a mix of concern and annoyance.

“Anything could have happened in there. Anything. Do you know how hard it was for me not to tell your dad?”.

The car filled with a heavy silence. Dean looked back at the road, but his voice lowered a bit, hoarser.

“Tell me you at least didn't leave with anyone.”.

You looked at him directly, your heart beating hard from the alcohol and something much more dangerous.

“I almost did”, you said, almost in a whisper, but clear enough. “There was a guy… handsome, persistent. I was about to leave with him”.

Dean didn't say anything right away. His hands tightened more on the wheel, but his expression remained almost neutral. Only a slight tic in his jaw gave him away.

“That was stupid”, he continued, his voice deeper than usual. “That kind of parties are full of idiots who are only looking for one thing. They could have drugged you, taken you by force… It's not a game, princess”.

The affectionate nickname he always used with you sounded different this time. Hoarser.

You weren't planning to stay quiet. The heat from the alcohol and the built-up tension gave you courage. You slowly slid your hand across the seat until you brushed his right thigh. Dean visibly tensed, but he didn't move his leg away.

“I'm sorry…”, you murmured, not sounding sorry at all. Your fingers went up a little more, feeling the hard muscle under the jeans. “Really, Dean. I didn't want you to get mad. I just… wanted you to come”.

He let out a long, heavy sigh, glancing briefly at your hand on his leg before looking back at the road.

“You're playing with fire”, he warned, though his voice no longer sounded as firm as before.

Your hand didn't stop. You moved it up a little more, caressing the inside of his thigh with deliberate slowness, feeling how his breathing changed.

“Maybe I want to burn”, you replied softly, looking him in the eyes when he turned his head again.

The silence that fell between you was dense, loaded with everything neither of you had ever said.

“Dean…”, you said in a soft, almost sweet voice, while your hand continued to caress his thigh. “Let me make it up to you. For not telling my dad and for coming to get me”.

He shook his head, staring fixedly at the road.

“No. I'm going to drop you off at your house and we're not going to talk about this again. End of discussion”.

But you weren't going to give up that easily. With your pulse racing, your fingers moved up to his belt. You started playing with the buckle, pulling it slowly, teasing him.

Dean went rigid.

“Hey…”, he warned, but his voice was already hoarser.

You didn't stop. You unbuckled the belt with skillful fingers and lowered the zipper with deliberate slowness. You felt how his breathing became heavier.

Suddenly, Dean swerved and stopped the car abruptly on the side of the road, in a dark and deserted stretch surrounded by trees. The engine was still running, but the lights were off, only the dim dashboard light illuminating the interior.

“Stop”, he ordered, grabbing your wrist firmly, though not hard enough to pull you away completely. “You have to stop now”.

You looked him straight in the eyes, not withdrawing your hand. Instead, your fingers intentionally brushed the bulge that was already visible under his jeans.

“Don't you want to?”, you asked in a low voice, almost innocent.

Dean let out a low growl, closing his eyes for a second.

“It's not that”, he said through gritted teeth. “Of course I want to, damn it, but it's wrong. You're Bobby's daughter. If he finds out…”.

“He won't find out”, you whispered, leaning closer to him. “Afterwards we'll forget about everything. Just… let me make it up to you”, 

The silence stretched between you. You could see the internal war on his face: guilt, desire, loyalty to your father clashing violently against what he really wanted.

Finally, Dean released your wrist. His hand fell onto the seat, surrendering.

“Fuck…”, he murmured, leaning back a little against the seat. “Do whatever you want”.

A victorious smile appeared on your lips upon hearing his words. Dean Winchester, the man who always seemed untouchable, had just surrendered to you. Without wasting another second, you leaned over him, lowering your head to his lap.

You freed him from his boxers and paused for a moment to look at him. He was bigger and thicker than you had imagined. For a second you felt a slight nervousness, but the excitement was much stronger. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling his heat and how hard he was, and started stroking him slowly up and down.

Dean let out a low growl, one hand resting on your hair, not pushing, just holding you.

You lowered your head and ran your tongue along his entire length, from base to tip, savoring him. Then you took him into your mouth, little by little, feeling how he filled you. It was an intense sensation, but you continued, moving your head with a slow rhythm at first.

“Am I doing it right?”, you asked in a whisper, pulling away for barely a second, with shiny lips.

“Fuck, yes…”, Dean responded in a hoarse voice, breathing with difficulty. “You're doing it too well, princess”.

His words filled you with confidence and excitement. You smiled around him and continued with more enthusiasm, going deeper, using your hand on the part you couldn't reach with your mouth. Your movements became faster, wetter. The obscene sounds you made filled the inside of the car along with Dean's deep growls.

He tightened his fingers in your hair, but never forced you. He just accompanied you, murmuring between his teeth.

“Like that… shit, just like that…”.

You felt powerful. Every time he moaned or cursed under his breath, you continued with more enthusiasm, sucking and licking with devotion. His hips began to move slightly upward, seeking more friction.

It didn't take long. His breathing became ragged and his hand closed tighter in your hair.

“I'm going to…”, he tried to warn you.

You didn't pull away. You kept him in your mouth as he came with a long, hoarse moan, feeling him spill down your throat. You swallowed everything, without stopping to look at him.

When you finished, you slowly sat up, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Dean looked at you with half-closed eyes, still catching his breath. His expression was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and something deeper.

“You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my fucking life…”, he murmured, almost with reverence.

You didn't give him time to say more. You moved closer and kissed him, Dean responded instantly, one large hand holding the back of your neck while his mouth devoured yours hungrily.

Without separating from your lips, Dean grabbed you by the waist and easily sat you on his lap. The steering wheel pressed a little against your back, but you didn't care. You laughed softly against his mouth.

“This doesn't have to be known by my dad either…”, you whispered, biting his lower lip.

Dean let out a low, hoarse laugh, his hands lowering to your hips, pressing you against him.

“Definitely not”, he replied, kissing you again, slower this time.

You settled better on him, feeling how his body was still hot and sensitive beneath you. His hands moved up your back, slipping under your shirt, caressing your skin with calloused fingers while you continued kissing.

“Dean… can we go further?”, you whispered against his mouth.

He stayed still for a second, his hands still on your hips. His green gaze darkened.

“Are you sure?”, he asked in a deep voice. “I don't have anything here to take care of you, princess. No condom or anything”.

“I don't care”, you responded without hesitation, rubbing slowly against him. “I want to feel you. Everything. Nothing between us”.

Dean let out a shaky sigh, clearly fighting his own desire.

“Fuck… you're killing me”, he murmured. Still, he pressed you tighter against him. “If at any moment you want to stop, just say so”.

You nodded and settled better on his legs. You lowered a hand between you, guiding him toward your entrance. You were very wet, but you still felt the pressure as his thick head started to open you.

“It's… big”, you gasped, biting your lip.

“Relax”, Dean whispered against your neck, kissing you softly while one of his hands lowered to caress your clit to help you. “Breathe. You're made for me… you're going to take it all”. 

Little by little, inch by inch, you sank down onto him. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. You felt how he stretched you inside, filling you completely. When you were finally fully seated, with him buried to the hilt, you let out a long, trembling moan.

You smiled, resting your forehead against his.

“I've waited so long for this…”, you confessed in a low voice.

Dean smiled, that crooked, sexy smile you loved so much, and kissed you hard.

“Me too, baby… even though I shouldn't admit it”.

He started moving you with his hands on your hips, guiding the rhythm. You went up and down slowly at first, getting used to his size. Every time you lowered, you felt how he filled you completely, brushing that sensitive spot inside you. Soon you started moving on your own, faster, deeper.

“Like that… good girl”, Dean growled, biting your neck.

The heat inside the car was suffocating. Without stopping riding him, you took off your shirt over your head and threw it to the back seat. Dean helped you unhook your bra, freeing your breasts. His large hands covered them instantly, squeezing them, pinching your nipples while you continued riding him harder.

Completely naked on top of him, with your skin shining with sweat, you felt exposed, vulnerable, and terribly aroused. Dean couldn't stop looking at you.

“You're fucking perfect…”, he murmured.

The pleasure grew quickly, each deep thrust making you moan louder.

You started practically crying out his name, your voice broken by the pleasure.

“Dean… Dean!”, you moaned over and over, almost sobbing as you moved desperately on him.

He hugged you against his chest, one hand on your back and the other on your hip, thrusting into you with strength and precision. The sound of skin against skin, your moans and his deep growls filled the entire car.

“Like that, princess… let me hear you”, he whispered in your ear, picking up the pace.

The rhythm became wilder. Dean held your hips firmly, thrusting up from below while you moved on top of him desperately. Sweat pearled your naked skin and steam fogged up the Impala's windows. Every time you lowered, he thrust up hard, hitting deep inside you.

You were close, very close.

Dean was too. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tense, and his grip on your waist increasingly firm.

“Princess… I'm going to pull out”, he growled, trying to control himself.

“No”, you gasped, pressing tighter against him, moving faster. “Don't pull out. I want to feel all of you”.

“Fuck, it's risky…”, he tried to reason, though his voice sounded broken by pleasure. “We're not being careful”.

“I don't care”, you moaned against his neck, biting him softly. “I want you to cum inside. Please, Dean…”.

He let out a deep growl, almost defeated, and hugged you tighter. He no longer tried to pull out. Instead, he started fucking you with more intensity, as if he could no longer contain himself.

Pleasure hit you like a wave. You came hard, screaming his name as your inner walls squeezed him rhythmically. Dean followed just a few seconds later. With a long, hoarse moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, filling you with pulsing heat.

He kept moving slowly, prolonging both of your orgasms until you both trembled.

When you finally stopped, you stayed on top of him, completely naked, with your head resting on his shoulder and his member still inside you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand slowly caressing your back as you both tried to catch your breath.

Neither of you spoke for a long minute. All you could hear was heavy breathing and the Impala's engine still running.

Finally, you lifted your head and looked him in the eyes.

“I don't want this to be the last time…”, you whispered, almost afraid of his response.

Dean watched you in silence for a moment, then smiled softly, a tired but sincere smile, and brushed a damp strand of hair from your face.

“It's not going to be the last time”, he responded in a hoarse voice, kissing you tenderly on the lips. “Not after this”.

He kissed you again, slower, deeper, as if sealing a silent promise.

After a few more minutes hugging each other, catching your breath and sharing lazy kisses, Dean gave you a soft pat on the ass.

“Come on, princess. We have to get you fixed up before someone sees you like this”.

He helped you put your clothes back on between low laughs and stolen kisses. You dressed quickly, though your legs were still trembling a bit. Dean adjusted his jeans and belt, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked at you sideways with a smile.

“You're a mess”, he murmured, but his tone was affectionate.

“Your fault”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him once more.

The rest of the drive to your house passed in comfortable silence. Dean drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, gently caressing it with his thumb. Every now and then he looked at you and smiled, as if he still couldn't believe what had just happened.

When the car stopped in front of your house, he turned off the engine and turned toward you.

“See you tomorrow”, he said in a low voice. “Your parents invited me to dinner”.

You smiled, moved closer, and gave him a slow, deep kiss, holding his face with both hands.

“I can't wait”, you whispered against his lips.

Dean returned the kiss with the same intensity, as if he wanted to memorize your taste. When you finally separated, you got out of the car and closed the door carefully.