saving people. hunting things.

You were still shocked when you saw him.

Your hand doesn't even wrap round the shaft, and trying to fit any of him past your lips proved a struggle. He just grinned at you, playing it up to the camera every time you had to pull back to choke in a breath.

Now you're on your back, legs spread either side of him as he taps his cock against your pussy, obscene sounds of him rubbing against your arousal as he moves to grind against your clit. You take in a slow breath, watching him move, until he's resting at your entrance.

When he pushes his tip against your cunt, you let out a tiny gasp. Almost half a bottle of lube, and enough foreplay to fill a feature length film, and you still feel like you're not ready for him.

He starts to ease in, so slowly, like he wants to draw it out. You can't tell if it's for himself, or for the cameraman desperately trying to get the perfect shot- or maybe it's for you, trying to be as gentle as he can. Either way it takes him a minute to push the tip in, then a minute longer to get himself deep enough that he can let out a low groan.

He finally starts to push in harder, filling you up. You feel like you're being split in two, the girth and length together almost too much as you bite your lip to hold back any sounds. But then it starts to feel good, a low thrumming ache that begins to feel like pleasure the deeper he goes, stretching you out to fit him.

Once he's finally buried as deep as he can, he leans down until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, hiding his face from the camera. His voice is low, caught in his throat, trying to keep quiet enough it won't get picked up on the recording, "You good?"

You tighten your fingers against his bicep- you don't know how to keep your voice down right now, so you reply in the only way you can work out how- a loud moan, "Fuck- you're so big- oh my god-"

He lets out a small chuckle against you, satisfied with your answer as he slowly starts to grind his hips. He keeps his face next to you, another quiet comment, "You know just what the guys like to hear, huh?"

Your head rolls back, you feel so full, your eyes squeezing shut as you dig your nails into his skin, "Fuck-"

This isn't porn- this is real, your very authentic reaction captured on film for everyone to see. Your cheeks heat slightly, it feels different to anything you've done before, he feels different.

He kisses your temple, still grinding his hips, "That's a good girl-" then pulls back, watching you carefully as he plants his hands either side of you, starting to speed up, his voice louder for the camera, "Oh you fucking slut."

He's pushing in deeper on every grind of his hips, you realize there's still more of him to go. Your body jolts on every thrust, a moan winded out of you each time, your eyes rolling back.

He moves his hand, gripping your jaw and turning your face to look at him. Your eyes go wider, his face so possessive, so focused on the task at hand. His thumb moves into your mouth, roughly pulling at you, your tongue instinctively wrapping around it.

"Fuck- take it-" he grunts, pushing in harder, "you dirty fucking whore-"

You let out a practiced moan, playing it up for the camera, all while trying to hide how desperately close you actually are.

He slowly leans down, making it seem like he's hanging his head in pleasure, until his lips are next to your ear again. You hear him suck in a small breath, a real one, keeping himself steady, "You're doing real good for me, pretty girl-"

You let out a gasp at his words, hidden from everyone but you.

He kisses your temple again, "That's it- fuck keep it up, show them how good you sound."

He thrusts in harder, as if to emphasize his point. You let out a broken whimper, as loud as you can, though all the air feels punched out of you. He moves his hand to brush a hair out of your face- then pulls back again, eyes locked onto your own, his jaw tight, "You like that? Like when I fuck you like a bitch?"

You nod frantically- maybe it's not for the video, maybe you really mean it.

He suddenly pulls out- your back arches as you let out a desperate whine, feeling so empty. He moves you easily, picking up your body and flipping you onto your stomach. He keeps you flat against the mattress as he pulls on your hips, propping up your ass.

You're sure there was supposed to be a break before the next position- a camera reset, an audio check- but clearly you're both too caught up in the moment to care as he starts to push his cock into you again. It feels even bigger at this angle, your head buried in the pillow, ass in the air, cunt so full all you can do is whimper.

He starts to thrust again, hitting the spot that sends you dizzy with pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, a quiet uh uh uh pushed into the pillow as you squeeze your eyes shut. He slaps your ass hard, says something crass for the camera to pick up- something you can't hear because you're so focused on how full you feel. You feel yourself drooling into the pillow, any mascara left on your eyes after the blowjob must be scattered across your cheeks now. He pushes between your shoulder blades, keeping you down as he speeds up, his pace getting harder, his own grunting getting louder.

Then he tugs at you again, pulling your body up straight until you're kneeling, your back against his chest, your body on fire as he fucks into you relentlessly. You know what this is supposed to be, the final shot, you're only vaguely aware of the cameras moving around you, focusing on your body stretched out in front of him, your tits bouncing on every thrust.

He wraps his hand around your throat, a move that looks more harsh than it actually is as he pulls you into him. He's clearly trying to keep you upright, your body resting against his, but to anyone else it looks possessive, a loose grip designed to look cruel.

Then his lips are back against you, resting just behind your ear. He thrusts up harder, your whole body grinding in time with his, a quiet whisper, "Doin' so good- Jesus it's like your pussy was made for me-", he lets out a small groan against your ear, for only you to hear.

His pace falls relentless and confused, both of you so close to the edge- you've never actually come at the same time as the other actor before, it's always been a careful dance between faking and reshoots to make it look real, but you can feel yourself now, you know they're gonna get the perfect shot.

He leans forward again, "You're gonna play it up for the camera- make all those sounds you know will send guys crazy-" he nips at the skin below your ear, small enough no marks will show, "but you gotta remember- this bit's just for us- just for me."

You give a small nod, a quiet whimper, feeling so close to toppling.

You feel him smile against you, his voice strained, "Go on- fuck- let's give 'em a show-"

He pounds into you harder, your whole body so tight you can't even breathe, lips still pressed against your neck. He gives one final hard thrust and you break around him as he spills into you, both of you a mess of moans and gasps. You feel your legs twitching, your body shaking with overwhelming pleasure. His hand tightens only slightly on your throat, trying to keep himself up as his cum fills you.

For a moment you both just stay like that, panting hard, then he pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. He holds you upright for the final shot while he kisses your skin lightly, "So good- did so good-"

Then you both collapse back against the mattress, your bodies sticky and exhausted. It only takes a second for the set to take over, people running over with robes, the noise of the room picking up again. Dean doesn't let it bother him, keeping his hands on you, both of you trying to pull your breathing back to normal.

You finally sit up again, taking the robe and wrapping it around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed next to him. He follows your lead, pulling his own on as he watches you carefully.

He leans forward, setting a light kiss against your forehead, "You okay?"

You nod, "Yeah- yeah I'm okay- Jesus you're big."

He chuckles, a raised eyebrow, "You did well- not everyone can take it."

Your cheeks heat, a small laugh, "Well- thanks- I guess."

He smiles, "I mean it- you really are something else- thought I was gonna cum in the first 10 seconds-"

You laugh louder, "Well- we should do it again sometime."

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Part of the tarot series - 22 unrelated short stories exploring different Dean x Reader archetypes.

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