#brown reader

What you didn’t expect was being pulled out of it as a large hand curled around your upper arm, pulling you into a corner by the stairs. You looked up, warm with alcohol as a pair of piercing chocolate eyes looked down at you, fiery ginger hair and a lazy grin. Your stomach fluttered as a grin grew on your lips.

“Freddie! I haven’t seen you all night, thought you bailed ‘n left poor George here.” You mused, looking up at his towering frame. He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Miss seeing you? I’d feel robbed of the prettiest glittering thing in the common room.” 

He gestured to your excessive jewellery, you snickered in response, playfully swatting his wrist while he gestured. “Oh, hush! Don’t spend all your time here, want me to introduce you to a few? There’s a girl I feel you’d get on with—” You said excitedly before you heard his tongue click. He leaned over you, lowering his head to mumble in your ear.

“Think I’m happy enough with you, mhm?” He mumbled, making your cheeks burn. “Well– well, okay! I just— There’s people looking for me, okay?” You sputtered out, eyes wider as you patted his chest like your insides weren’t exploding. His grin only widened as he leaned back, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Shame. Look for me, alright, pretty girl?”

You laughed in response, giving him a bright smile. “Oh, for sure. Who else’ll call me the prettiest glittering thing in the room? Can’t let go of that ego fuel, can I?”

He snickered, moving to loosely touch your hair, tilting his head. “If anyone else calls you pretty, tell ‘em I did first, will you?” The soft, subtle touch of possessiveness made your knees feel like jelly. Your name was yelled again, and you fell back into it, into the music and the laughter—but Fred hung at the back of your mind, sat in your ribs. Your breathing hitched just a tad whenever you heard his loud laughter from across the party.

You told yourself Fred was just touchy, you didn’t know each other beyond the parties, beyond the noise. You were fine with that, you always kept yourself occupied. He was always occupied. 

But there it began.

Party after party, the common rooms switching but the people constant. With Umbridge’s rules and the fact it was the last year for so many, parties were thrown almost every single night.

You never minded, always attending each one. People needed it; to be able to let loose and have fun. But Fred came to each and every one too.

Every single one.

Fair, it was his final year too, you doubted he’d even finish it with how much he talked about his upcoming shop. But you felt his eyes on you through every one. You felt insane when you looked his face, only to see him doing something else. Not looking at you. 

Were you the one thinking of him? Wishing he’d look at you?

You shook the thought, back on the dance floor, pulling people in as Sean Paul blasted over the speakers, making quite literally every girl in the room scream and dance together.

You were flushed, dancing with Katie Bell to the upbeat song, moving your hips as you and Katie sang the song at each other, grins wide.

You were completely consumed by it, swaying to the music. Spinning around with the rest of the bodies in the crowd. You looked around, spotting Fred on the outskirts of the dance floor just as the song switched, Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears for Fears. 

The new songs pulled more guys in, and you moved to grab Fred’s wrist making him scoff and shake his head. “Oh, no no no—“ making you snicker, nodding as you tugged him into the crowd. 

“Oh, yes, Weasley. You’re not shy, right?” You cooed, making him exaggeratedly groan. You danced to the slower song in front of him, singing with him. Though he was quite reluctant to, he sang with a soft smirk, rolling his eyes every once in a while when you very dramatically acted out the lyrics.

The next song came, then the next. You two stayed, he got more comfortable. Dancing, swaying, singing, grinning at each other. 

You shared drinks, teased each other—had a complete ball.

Soon, your interactions shifted, evolved.

Parties turned into bumping into eachother in the back of the library.

Alcohol turned sharing coffee during hangovers.

The music started sounding like rain when you and him sit together in the Astronomy Tower. It sounded like the crackling of the Gryffindor Common Room fire when he and George made you wear a Gryffindor tie to sneak you in under the guise of you being the only tolerable Slytherin. 

Talking at parties was natural, he went straight to you when he walked in; you always gave him your full attention in turn. The girl who was the human version of everywhere, all at once, began to find a place to be. Fred.

Gradually, people went to Fred when they needed you—and someone always needed you. She almost gave Fred a starter pack on how to help people if you were busy.

If someone asked Fred why he had a pouch in his bookbag full of pads, inflatable heating pads, spare underwear, lip balm, and pain-relief potion seven months ago, he’d have snorted and made some dumb joke about being the saint Mary for women’s needs.

But now? He quite literally was. Because of you. 

You’d begun letting yourself into his dorm whenever you wanted; Lee and George were used to you hanging around their dorm at this point. You and Fred would sit on his bed, you’d tell him all the drama that looked for your advice on to make sure he could give his two cents whenever anyone came asking for your opinion. Late nights just sitting within the curtains of his four-poster bed, whispering and giggling people's problems. He’d occasionally snort at the ridiculousness.

Your heart swelled—you loved being everyone’s girl. Everyone’s person. But this? Sitting with him? It felt like you had a person, felt like you were his someone. 

And on it went. Months. It came to a point, you and Fred snuck out of your common rooms, in nothing but dorky Merlin pyjamas you’d both bought on a whim to be funny. 

He leaned against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, the air was cool, but not biting. Your shoulder kept bumping against his as you swayed softly, humming some Beatles song under your breath. He didn’t move, looked out towards the stars. The silence wasn’t alarming, you’d learned that Fred thought about stuff a lot when he was alone, and you always let him be alone with you. 

Your fingers brushed too many times for it not to be deliberate. 

“You know me ‘n Georgie’ll be leaving soon. The shop. Everything and whatnot. I won’t be here.” He said softly into the night, looking at you with the same intensity his eyes always had. He was like a live storm, no matter how quiet. You nodded once, looking back at him. 

“I know. It’ll be weird. Can’t wait to see it, though.” You said in turn, offering up a smile. He didn’t reciprocate, not satisfied. 

“I won’t be here.” He repeated.

“The hallways will be quieter.”

“I’ll be, like, gone. No more this.”

“I’ll miss it. I’ll write to you.”

He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at you like you were messing with him.

“Are you taking the piss?” He huffed, frowning at you. You frowned back, tilting your head. “Of what?”

He groaned, moving to face you, dragging a hand down his face. “Merlin, woman. Me. You. Us. Is there seriously nothing you want to talk about on this horrifically romantic night?”

Your heart picked up a few beats, looking at his warm chocolate eyes, now swirling with frustration. “Do you?”

He gaped, almost exasperated. “What—what do you even– Of course! You’re just– The whispering in my ear?! I–I have a bloody period kit for helping people because you asked! Not to mention the fact it’s a known fact that everyone knows that I always know your bloody whereabouts?!”

He grabbed your shoulders, you yelped. “Freddie!”

“You’re gonna make me go mad, okay? I’ll be leaving, love. Gone. You won’t see me. I can meet you at Hogsmeade but that’s it. I’ll be busy with the business. Next time we’ll be proper together will be ages from now.”

He glared, you turned sheepish. 

“Say something or I’ll do something you may not like.” He mumbled, quieter but no less intense. 

“Like kiss me?” You mumbled.

“Like kiss you.”

Your stomach fluttered, because he looked so undeterred, like a string pulled taut to the point of snapping. 

“Do it then.” You whispered, making his hands move from your shoulders to your hips, squeezing the plump skin before tugging you closer. 

“Fuckin’ crazy. You’re terrifying. I-I can’t even begin to keep myself sane near you.” He huffed, his lips ghosted over yours, making your pulse hammer inside your veins, against your skin.

He leaned down, teeth clinking into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. You were breathing into each other’s mouths, practically sucking each other in.

And so Slytherin’s party girl found something beyond the strobing lights and blasting music. Something equally as enjoyable, but just a bit closer to her heart.

Later that evening, your room was quite chaotic, there's very excited energy that always came before a night out.

Music played softly in the background, clothes were scattered everywhere, and the air still felt warm from the day’s heat drifting in through the balcony doors.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting yourself for what felt like the hundredth time.

Your outfit was simple but hopefully optimal for the heat — a white floral halter top that hugged you in all the right places, and a shimmery orange mini skirt catching the light whenever you moved. Your makeup was light and glowy: a touch of blush, shimmery eyeshadow, mascara, and a sheer gloss that made your lips shine. No base makeup — there was absolutely no point in this weather.

You leaned in slightly, fixing your hair. Then stepped back. Then adjusted it again.

Behind you, Sophie paused mid-step.

“…Girl.”

You froze.

“What?”

She slowly turned to face you, “Who are you getting ready for?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve touched your hair like six times in the last minute.”

Adelina, who was sitting on the bed fixing her bracelet, looked up. “And you keep checking yourself like you’re about to walk a red carpet.” Adelina narrowed her eyes nowingly. “…Is this about someone?”

You hesitated, “Okay fine. I didn't actually tell you lot earlier but when me and Jude were messing around in the sea he asked if I was going to the club tonight, and I said yes, and he said that we should hang out there.”

Sophie smiled at you shaking your arm,“Oh my god, this is everything.”

You shook your head, trying to play it down. “It’s not a big deal.”

“He asked you out,” Sophie said.

“He did not ask me out, it was probably friendly.”

“I don't believe that babes.”

You groaned, turning back to the mirror. “I just don’t want to look weird.”

Adelina stood up and walked over, gently turning you to face her.

“Look at me.”

You did.

“You look stunning,” she said simply.

Sophie nodded behind her. “Like genuinely, the orange suits you so so much”

You let out a small laugh, your nerves easing slightly.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Sophie said. “Now stop panicking.”

A few minutes later, the three of you were outside taking photos before heading out.

The sky had turned that soft dusky pink, the last of the sunlight fading behind the ocean.

“Okay wait — stand there,” Sophie said, already holding up her phone.

You tried to pose and for a second it was going really well until you laughed.

“Stop laughing!” Adelina said.

“I can’t!”

Eventually, between all the chaos, you got a few actually good pictures.

“Okay,” Sophie said, checking them. “These are cute.”

“Good enough,” Adelina added.

“Let’s go then.” You said giddily, knowing that you were going to se Jude.

The club was already buzzing when you arrived. Music pulsed through the open space, warm lights glowing around the bar and dance floor, the ocean just beyond it all blending into the dark night.

You stepped inside, scanning the crowd and then You saw Jude near the bar with Jobe.

Like he felt it, Jude looked up. Your eyes met almost instantly.

You smiled and gave a small wave.

His face lit up in recognition, and he nudged Jobe lightly before both of them started walking toward you.

Sophie leaned slightly toward you.

“This is exciting.”

Jude stopped in front of you, smiling. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

You smiled, gesturing to your friends.

“This is Sophie and Adelina.”

“This is my brother, Jobe.”

Jobe gave a small nod. “Hey guys.”

They exchanged greetings, introductions flowing easily, everyone smiling, the initial awkwardness fading quickly.

Somewhere between getting your first round of drinks and moving toward the dance floor, your group had split.

Very conveniently.

Sophie, Adelina, and Jobe were now fully committed to the dance floor — laughing, spinning each other around, and very clearly not holding back in the slightest.

Sophie threw her head back laughing as Jobe attempted some exaggerated move that made absolutely no sense, while Adelina clapped along, hyping him up like it was the best thing she’d ever seen.

You watched them for a second from the bar.

Then glanced at Jude.

He followed your gaze and shook his head slightly, smiling.

“They’re not even pretending.”

“They left us,” you said.

“On purpose.”

“Definitely.”

You turned back toward the bar, resting your elbows lightly against it.

“So,” you said, scanning the menu. “What are we trying?”

Jude leaned slightly closer to look at the drinks list. “There’s a lot going on here.”

“Yeah.” You pointed vaguely at one. “This one has pineapple and coconut.”

He nodded. “That sounds decent.”

“And it has coke in it as well.”

He looked at you. “Coke?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “It could work.”

He laughed. “Or it could be terrible.”

You smiled. “Lets try it.”

A few minutes later, you were both holding matching drinks, tall glasses filled with something creamy and slightly fizzy, topped with a slice of pineapple.

You looked at it suspiciously. “This looks questionable.”

Jude grinned.

“Really, I think it looks quite nice?”

You nodded in partial disagreement. “Okay. I guess it doesn't look too bad. Are you ready?”

He lifted his glass slightly. “Three… two… one.”

You both took a sip at the same time.

Jude’s reaction was immediate. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and he nodded, pleasantly surprised. “Oh.”

He turned to look at you, already smiling. “It’s actually—”

He stopped.

Because your face— your face was doing something completely different.

Your nose had scrunched up, your lips pulling into the most offended expression imaginable.

Jude stared at you for a second.

His brows furrowed slightly like he was trying to process it.

Then his mouth twitched.

You swallowed slowly, still frowning at the glass. “What the fuck is even that...”

He let out a laugh. “What do you mean? It’s good.”

“No it’s not,” you said immediately. “That is wrong.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re being really dramatic.”

You took another small sip like you were giving it one last chance. Your face just scrunched up even more.

“No,” you said firmly. “Absolutely not.”

Jude laughed properly now. “You hate it that much?”

“Yes.” You held the glass away from yourself . “Mate. This is awful, how do you like that...”

He grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction far too much. “You’re so serious about this.”

You pushed the drink toward him. “You can have it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes. Please take it away from me.”

He took it, still smiling. “Alright.”

You turned back to the bar. “I’m getting something normal.”

“What’s normal?” He asked with an intrigued grin on his face.

“Fruit cocktail,” you said. “Just something that actually makes sense.”

A couple more drinks later, the night had softened, everything felt easier, looser, funnier and little more charged without either of you really acknowledging it.

You were leaning against the bar, your shoulder brushing his every now and then without either of you moving away, laughing at something Jude had just said about Jobe attempting to DJ once and “killing the entire mood in under ten minutes.”

“Thats so fucking funny,” you said, laughing, your head tipping back slightly. “That’s actually so embarrassing.”

“It was bad,” he said, smiling, eyes still on you. “People actually left.”

“That’s awful,” you laughed. “I need to see that.”

"I'll show you later" He said, shaking his head, but his gaze lingered on you a second longer than before.

There was a pause after that. The music filled the space between you, bass thumping low through the floor, people moving around you — but it felt like everything had dissappeared, like your little corner at the bar had become its own thing.

Jude looked at you again. Properly this time.

His eyes flicked over you for a second — your dress, the way the light caught your skin, the gloss on your lips — before settling back on your face.

“By the way,” he said, a little quieter than before, like it wasn’t meant for anyone else to hear. “You look really pretty.”

Your stomach flipped. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

You let out a small, almost nervous laugh, glancing down for a second before looking back up at him. “I was actually kind of stressed getting ready.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “Why?”

You gestured vaguely at yourself. “I don’t know… I thought maybe the orange skirt was too loud. Or like my makeup wasn’t sitting right.”

He shook his head immediately. “No. Not at all.”

“I had fun doing it though,” you added quickly, suddenly a bit self-conscious under his gaze. “Wait—look.”

You lean a tiny bit closer without really thinking, tilting your face toward him slightly.

“I did like a white shimmer here,” you said, pointing lightly near your eye, “and then I added brown and orange here to match the outfit.”

Jude leaned in a little to look properly. Close enough that you could feel it. The space between you shrank.

He focused on your eyes, his expression softening as he took it in. “No, that actually looks really cool,” he said.

You smiled, a bit more shy than before. “Thank you. I love colour coordinating my eyeshadow,” you said, your voice a little quieter now without you meaning it to be. “It just makes everything feel intentional.”

He nodded slowly, still looking at you. “Yeah.” There was something in his expression. “It suits you.”

Your eyes held his for a second longer than necessary.

Then you looked away, smiling slightly to yourself, taking a sip of your drink just to do something.

The tension didn’t disappear.

Jude glanced toward the dance floor, like he needed a second to compose himself. He looked back at you. “Are you drunk enough to dance yet?”

You laughed softly, grateful for the shift but still feeling that lingering warmth under your skin. “Hmm…”

You tilted your head, pretending to think, even though your brain wasn’t fully cooperating. “Maybe after a couple more drinks.”

He smiled slightly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I still feel too aware to dance.”

“Fair enough.”

A couple more drinks later, everything felt surreal. The music didn’t just sit in the background anymore. It almost moved through you, the bass settling low in your chest, the lights blurring slightly at the edges. You could feel the alcohol warming your skin, giving you just enough confidence to stop overthinking everything.

You turned to Jude, leaning a little closer than before.

“I think…” you started, then laughed softly. “I think I want to dance now.” His eyes flicked to yours immediately, a small smile pulling at his lips. Then he stood up. And without hesitating, he held his hand out to you.

Your heart skipped a little.

You looked at his hand for a second, then back up at him, a grin spreading across your face as you placed your hand in his.

His fingers closed around yours, warm and steady, and he pulled you up from your seat. The contact lingered a second longer than necessary. Then he led you toward the dance floor.

The music was louder there, the energy completely different, people moving, laughing, bodies swaying to the rhythm.

You turned to face him, both of you pausing for a second like you were trying to figure out what to actually do.

Jude laughed. “I don’t know what to do.”

You laughed too. “Me neither.”

Then you shrugged. “Let’s just jump.”

He blinked. “Jump?”

“Yeah — just go with it.”

And before he could question it, you started moving — half jumping, half dancing to the beat, laughing again as he followed your lead.

“Okay—okay,” he said, getting into it.

For a while, it was just that. You both moved to the music without thinking too hard about it, occasionally bumping into each other, laughing, the earlier nerves completely gone now.

The world around you blurred into sound and movement.

Time passed without you really noticing.

Without either of you consciously deciding the space between you started to shrink.

What had been playful distance turned into something closer. Your movements synced a little more. Your hands brushed then stayed.

You turned slightly, laughing at something he said, and suddenly you were closer than before — his hands finding your waist naturally, like it belonged there.

Your breath caught just slightly.

The music felt heavier now.

You leaned back into him without really thinking, the alcohol and the moment making you bolder than you usually were, grinding against him

He stilled for half a second at the contact. Then his hand tightened just slightly at your waist.

The dancing shifted. It wasn’t chaotic anymore.

You could feel him behind you, the warmth of him, the way his movements followed yours almost instinctively now.

Your heart was beating a little too fast. But you didn’t pull away. Neither did he.

The music still thumped around you, your bodies still moving in sync, but something had shifted, something heavier settling between you.

Your hand was still on his arm. His hands were still at your waist. And suddenly you were aware of everything. How close you were. How easy it would be to just —

You let out a small breath, laughing softly, almost to yourself. “Okay—wait.”

Jude’s grip loosened slightly, his head tilting closer to hear you over the music. “What?”

You shook your head, still smiling, but a little breathless now.

“I think I need air.”

A small exhale left him, like he’d been holding it in.

“Yeah, same.”

You took his hand this time and led him through the crowd, weaving between people until the music started to dull behind you.

Out onto the edge of the club where the air was cooler and quieter.

The ocean stretched out in front of you, dark and endless, the sound of waves soft against the sand. The lights from the club spilled faintly behind you, but out here it felt like a completely different world.

You laughed lightly, running a hand through your hair. “That was—”

You didn’t finish the sentence.

Jude huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah.”

You looked out at the ocean, then back at him.

“It’s kind of mad,” you said softly, “we’ve only known each other like… two days.”

He looked at you properly then.

“Feels longer though.” He said.

Your chest tightened slightly at that.

The breeze lifted a few strands of your hair, pushing them into your face.

Without really thinking, you reached up to brush them away—

But Jude’s hand moved first.

His fingers hovered for a second like he was giving himself a chance to stop. He then gently tucked the strand behind your ear like some sort of cliche.

The touch was light.

Neither of you looked away. The music from inside felt distant.

Everything slowed.

Your gaze dropped for just a second to his lips then back up.

His hand found your jaw lightly, fingers warm against your skin, giving you just enough time to pull away.

You didn’t. So he kissed you.

Softly at first, like he was checking, like he needed to know if this was real.

Your hand came up instinctively, resting against his chest as you leaned into it, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

The world around you faded completely.

It was just him. Just this.

“Oi!”

You both pulled back instantly trying to act like you weren't just snogging.

You turned to see Sophie, Adelina, and Jobe standing a few steps away, all looking way too amused.

“Oh my god,” Sophie said, grinning. “There you are.”

You blinked, still trying to recover, “Hi guys.”

Adelina’s eyes flicked between you and Jude, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “We’re heading back.”

Jobe nodded. “Yeah, we’re done.”

You glanced at Jude.

He glanced at you.

There was a tiny pause.

Then you both spoke at the same time —

“We’ll stay.”

You laughed softly. “Yeah — we just got some air.”

Sophie’s grin widened. “Of course you did.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Text us when you’re back,” Adelina said, already turning.

“Be safe,” Sophie added, dragging her away.

Jobe gave you both a quick smile before following them.

They were gone again.

You turned back to Jude and broke into a laugh. It was a little awkward and a little giddy.

But then you started rambling to fill the silence, “I mean—sorry, that was just—I didn’t expect that, like at all, I just thought we were dancing and then we came out here and it was just—” you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Jude didn’t interrupt, he just watched you with an amused expression on his face.

“It’s just weird because we’ve only known each other like two days but that doesn't matter to me and I don’t usually—well I do, but not like this, and I just—”

You cut yourself off, pressing your lips together. “sorry.”

Jude shook his head slightly, stepping a little closer. “No, don’t apologise.”

You looked up at him, still a bit flustered, your heart racing in a way you couldn’t quite control. “I’m just talking too much.”

“I like it,” he said quietly.

That didn’t help. If anything, it made your stomach flip even more. You opened your mouth to say something else but he didn’t let you.

Before you could overthink it he kissed you again.

It caught you off guard.

Your breath hitched for a second, your brain scrambling to catch up with what was happening. And then you melted into it.

Your hands came up instinctively, gripping lightly at his shirt as you leaned closer, the nervous energy from before dissolving into something else.

The butterflies in your stomach were ridiculous, overwhelming in the best way, your chest tight with how fast your heart was beating. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you said softly, pulling back to see Jude's face.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured before holding your face and kissing you again.

This time there was no hesitation.

Just the feeling of him pulling you closer, guiding you down with him until you were both sitting on the low edge of the walkway, the ocean infront of you glistening under the moonlight.

Your hand moved to his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric there as if you needed something to hold onto.

When you pulled back for air, it was only for a second. “I really—” you started, then stopped, laughing softly like you couldn’t finish the sentence properly.

He smiled faintly, still close. “Yeah?”

You shook your head. “I don’t even know.”

That made him laugh under his breath too.

And then he kissed you again before you could overthink it.

Slower this time.

Like he wasn’t in a rush to go anywhere.

His arms came around you properly now, holding you closer, grounding you there with him as the world blurred out completely.

Every time you pulled back slightly, it never lasted long — you’d end up laughing softly against him, breathless, and he’d just pull you in again like it was the most natural thing in the world.

a/n - dividers by @cursed-carminelikes comments and reblogs are very appreciated hehe

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"Shit," the look on his face could've been mistaken for excruciating pain if it weren't for the pathetic whimper that slipped under his radar of not giving you the satisfaction of watching him fall apart (something he's failed horrifically at). Dean forced a slow, shaky exhale as his eyelids fly open, rapid blinks doing nothing to mitigate the near painful throb between his legs.

You pull away from his cock with a smile, eyes locked on his despite his efforts to look away. Dean's nails dug deeper into the leather of your couch the second you ghosted a finger over his frenulum, gently rubbing back and forth in slow strokes as your other hand wrapped around the base. Another strangled sound left his throat when your gentle – borderline nonexistent – touch moved to run over the slit of his cock.

Beads of milky precum ran down the curve of his length, gathering around your fingers as you leaned closer to kitten-lick at the trail it left. Dean's cock twitched in your hand, his balls tightening with every small movement you made.

Sloppy, sideways kisses to the head of his cock blended into you lapping and swirling your tongue around the first inch of his length. The room soon filled with Dean's heavy sighs of pleasure and throaty, guttural curses alongside the wet, sloppy sounds of you teasing him. You spit onto his cock, quickly wrap your lips around him to suck it back into your mouth, then press your lips to his underside, tongue pushing the mixture of spit and pre back into his length.

"God, you're a fuckin' mess," he panted, hand coming to cup your slick chin as he finally let go of his composure. His green eyes darted over your face, lingering as if committing the sight of you kneeled and slick with both you and him to memory. You simply hummed a small "mhm" that trails of into a moan, pressing him back into your mouth as your hand pumps the rest of his length.

"mm, you fuckin' love that shit, don't you?" The combination of your words, the filthy image of you between his legs, and the lust-drunk chuckle that left your lips moments after tonguing at the head of his cock; Dean released a sound between a groan and a whine before throwing his head back yet again.

"Fuck, y'know I do," he panted. "Fuckin' love how nasty you are," Dean was cut off by an involuntary shout of pleasure when you suddenly took his length down to the base, throat squeezing tight.

Broken, half-minded babbling of how sexy you were and how good you made him feel spilled out of him like wine over a glass, filling the room with the echoes of his praise. It's not until your free hand gently massaged his balls that you knew he couldn't hold back much longer.

Dean's thighs jerked together – his tell-tale sign that he's moments from busting – as both of his hands flew to cradle your head. Thoughtless pumps of his hips into your mouth brought him to the very brink of pleasure, his bottom lip pulled painfully between the growing pressure of his teeth.

You let him throatfuck you until he's grunting, broken "jus' like that"s and "fuck, baby"s filling your ears as his cum gushed down your esophagus. Each swallow and added suction from your mouth coaxed more cum until he physically couldn't anymore. His hands that once held your face pawed at your shoulders, weak attempts at stopping the overstimulated pleasure racking his senses.

You pulled away with a grin, only to making a show of licking him clean and stuffing any remaining precum on your fingers into your mouth. He watched behind half-lidded eyes and parted lips, throat bobbing as his half-soft cock twitched at the sight.

"God, you're dirty," he huffed a bout of incredulous laughter, voice hoarse as he guides your lips to his. He groaned at his own taste heavy on your tongue and he deepens the kiss with no hesitation.

you simply laughed and nodded as he licked away the remaining arousal and spit off of your chin.

. fin.