Serving cunt has its consequences

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING SMUT PLEASE GO EASY ON ME.

Summary: A night of passion with the man who killed Hitler. No plot, just smut.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x wife!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, unprotected sex(you are wiser than this), fingering, oral sex(fem receiving), a little bit of fluff, light spanking.

Enjoy!

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As Dean and y/n unraveled from the flurry of passion, he pulled the bed covers over himself and her. They pressed light, loving kisses to each other's lips and their hands danced over each other's naked body as their hearts calmed down to a slow and peaceful pace.

Between kisses, with a slight smirk and twinkling eyes, Dean spoke.

"So, Mrs. Winchester, how does it feel to have slept with the man who killed Hitler?"

Pulling away from his lips, y/n replied, with a little smirk of her own, "Surprisingly... mediocre."

Dean's smirk dropped while y/n's grew. Her mischievous eyes provoked him, and, in the very next moment, Dean flipped them over and climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists firmly above her head. Licking her earlobe, he spoke in a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, "Challenge accepted."

He crashed his lips to hers in a hard and demanding kiss, biting her lower lip for entrance, which she gladly granted. A moan escaped her lips as his tongue explored her mouth. His hands travelled south, squeezing and caressing her body, his hips grinded against hers and they moaned into each other's mouths.

Y/n's hands travelled up and down his muscular back, occasionally squeezing his sweet, firm ass.

His hands kneaded her breasts and pulled her hard nipples while his lips moved down her jaw to her neck, licking, biting and sucking. She groaned and tilted her head to provide him better access.

Once Dean made sure to suck a mark on her neck, his lips travelled further down the valley of her breasts, flicking each of her nipples with his tongue. She arched her back towards him, throwing her head back onto the pillow. His fingers delicately ran over her stomach and hips as they reached her thighs and spread them apart.

Y/n was overwhelmed with need. She was panting and her heart raced wildly in her chest. Despite having been with this man countless time, she could never have enough of him; such was the effect he had on her. He was the most perfect man she had ever known.

Dean's painfully hard erection was pressed against her thighs. Every little sound she made was like music to his ears. The way she touched him, the way she skimmed her fingers down his back made goose bumps erupt on his skin.. His heart thumped so loudly against his chest that he was sure she could hear it. Only she could ever make him feel this way.

Dean ran his index finger up and down her soaking folds and she let out a loud moan. Y/n wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling him up for a passionate kiss. He swallowed her moan as he pushed a thick, long finger into her, slowly pumping in and out. His mouth once again descended downwards, pressing swift kisses down her smooth skin, before reaching the place she needed him the most. He stopped to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her breaths were heavy and her fingers were curled in the sheets. She opened her eyes and gave him a look so lustful that it almost made him cum right then. He flicked her clit with his tongue and the sudden bout of pleasure caused her to arch off the bed with a cry. Her fingers moved to pull his hair, making him moan which sent a wave of vibrations to her core. He alternated between licking and sucking her clit while his skillful fingers curled inside her, hitting all the right places. Dean's deft ministrations threw her over the edge, and she came hard, screaming his name. Black spots clouded her vision and she almost passed out, gasping for breath. He lapped up her juices as she came down from her high.

Y/n pulled him up for a searing kiss once she caught her breath and her hand wandered down his abs to his thick, hard cock which was leaking precum. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, lightly running her fingers over his balls, and he moaned loudly into her mouth. When he could no longer take it, he pulled her hand away and entered her in a swift motion, both of them simultaneously letting out loud moans.

Dean could never get used to the way y/n felt around him; her tight pussy wrapped perfectly around his cock.

His long and thick cock stretched her wide and filled her to the brim, just the way she liked. Nothing could compare to the way he made her feel.

They moved against each other with a pleasurable frenzy, and soon fell into a harmonious rhythm. Their hips ground against each other as their lips sloppily clashed together.

He pulled out of her and flipped her on her hands and knees. Pulling her round ass towards him, he entered her again, this time even deeper, if that were even possible.

She moaned loudly as he smacked her ass a couple of times. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He thrust into her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing back and forth with each thrust.

They were soundly engaged with each other, the sound of skin against skin and their moans filled the room. His thrusts became sloppy and they both reached the sweet release they'd been chasing together. With loud moans and screams they collapsed against each other gasping to catch their breath.

Dean rolled off y/n, love and satisfaction filling his heart. He closed his eyes and relished the warm moment before turning to his wife.

"How about now, huh? Still mediocre?"

Y/n, who was still panting, smiled at him.

"If I say yes, will you do that again?"

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