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Your face shoved into the pillows does nothing to stop your moans from bouncing off the walls. 

"Fuck!" you cry out when his hips meet your ass in a practically rough thrust that pushed your body up on the bed. "Fuck 'm sorry sweets you just feel so good" he groans out, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips to pull you back. "Taking me so gooood though Angel, fuuccck" he whines out dragging his vowels as his eyes stare at where your pussy clings to his cock. A milky ring had already formed at the base of his cock and he was a little transfixed by it. When he pulls back this time and his hips snap forward his tip hits your g-spot at just the right speed and you let out a loud wanton moan. 

"Shit honey, moan any louder and I think our neighbors will complain" he chuckled softly, gathering you in his arms to press your back to his chest. Wrapping one arm up to stretch's across your shoulders, one hand remaining on your hip he positions in and out of you. This new position at least stops the headboard from repeating banging against the bedroom wall.

"Don't care, not when you feel so good Den" you whimper out, and throw your head back as your eyes screw shut. 

"What you want them to hear how well your boyfriend fucks you angel?" He teases in a low whisper against your ear. His hips speed up and with each thrust his cock hits that blissful spot over and over. Your stomach knotting up as you clench around him, your orgasm fast approaching. 

"Fuck baby 'm gonna cum" you moan out, hands failing behind you to grab onto Dennis for stability. 

"Cum for me sweets come on" he coos, fingers slipping down your body and through your soaked folds to find your aching clit. A string of loud curse words fall from your lips, Dennis cupping his free hand over your mouth to muffle them some. "Shhh Angel… 's okay baby cum on my cock" he groans out, his own orgasm closely behind yours with the way your cunt is squeezing down on his cock. 

With one final deep hard thrust inside you cum hard around him, a sob of crude levels raking through your body fills the room. Dennis's hand hardly doing a thing to tamper the sound. "That's it baby" he praised. 

His own orgasm is rung out of him shortly after a few extra frantic ruts of his hips against your ass.

After Dennis cleans you up and your drag your exhausted body to pee, you are quick to fall into a sleepy mess of entangled sweaty limbs on the bed. Falling asleep against his chest after you whisper a raspy "I love you baby" against his skin. 

When Dennis heads out for work that morning, he kisses your forehead and whispers a goodbye. You were still knocked out and he knew there was no point to waking you. 

When he opens the front door and a post it falls down. He furrows his brows at it before bending down to pluck it off the ground, reading it in his head. 

“For the love of god, please quiet down or next time we will complain to the building manager.” His face blooms with heat and he pockets the note in his scrub pants before leaving the building with his head down a bit, even if he does have a small proud smile. He'll show you when he's back home and the two of you hopefully can get a good laugh out of it. But maybe you two should lower the decibel in the end, he's a bit worried about your voice after last night.

You yelp in surprise before turning to glare lightly at your boyfriend, “What? There was a bug” he shrugs with that cocky smirk he’s always got plastered on his face. “On my ass de? Really?” you chuckle softly. 

Him rubbing sunscreen on you is worse though, you are laid out face down on one of the deck chairs outside the motel you and the boys were stopped at for a hunt. Wanting to soak up some sunlight before you headed out when he asked if you needed help with some SPF. Dean starts out doing it nice and normally, rubbing in between his palms for a second to warm it up before he’s running them down each of your arms to coat them in sun protection. Moving on to cover your back, starting at the top he massages the sun lotion into your shoulders causing content hums to leave your lips.

“That feel nice, pretty girl?” he questions as his hands trail down your sides, but by now however you are a little unaware of the fact the amount of sunscreen Dean did have on his hands is all absorbed into your skin. He should get more but he can’t be bothered to stop. 

“Hmm thank you baby” you hum out as his hands drift lower down your back and rub at the knots in your muscles. Small moans fall from your lips that slip right down to Dean’s cock that swells up and twitches in interest as he presses forward with his weight a bit and continues to knead at your muscles.

After a minute or two in one spot he will move down and down and down, by this point he is rubbing his thumbs in circles at the small of your back and has moved so he is straddling your legs. 

"Who knew I'd get a free massage out of just asking for some sunscreen" you giggle out softly, only getting a short hum in response from Dean. He's a bit more distracted now as your ass is under his aching cock and his hands have stoped rubbing at your skin. He can't help the way his hips rut forward up at the spot between your legs and against your ass cheeks as his hands stilted on your hips.

"Deann! We are outside" you hiss out softly as you lift your head and attempt to glare at him behind you, even if you make no move to stop him nor get up. You can practically hear the smirk to his voice as he says "It's alright sweetheart, nobody else around and all I'm doin' is massaging you, see?" His hands resume kneading at your flesh as his hips grind his bulge on your ass. A small whiny moan slips from your lips before you put your arms up infront of you and drop your head down on them to bury your face. 

“Come on pretty girl, 's okay" he coos and continues to dry hump you. "Just be my lil' pillow princess and lay there f’ me” his palms smooth down your hips as he rocks against your ass.