#deanreader smut

You were always a mystery to Dean. Why you had stuck around. How you didn’t let him shut you out. How you fought for him. How made for each other you both were. You never ceased to surprise him. But that’s what he loved. There was so much depth to who you were, and Dean took such a fascination to it. 

And even now, as things got hot and heavy in the bed of your new shared home, he was so fascinated in how you moved and acted. Even Sam had believed you put a spell on him. But you had, over the past few years, changed him for the better. 

“Baby-” Dean choked out as you straddled his lap, lips locked fiercely. The heavy rain pouring outside making the moment feel nothing short of a romantic scene from a movie. The cold sheets being warmed by the fast movements of your bodies was calming yet fueling the fire. 

“I- I know babe,” you whispered against his shoulder as his mouth attacked your neck, almost ruining you, feeling his throbbing cock strained against his jeans. He bit down on your neck, making you yelp, but feeling a shock of arousal pooling inside you. “Dean-” you moaned out, the need for him growing. 

You reached between the two of you, fumbling with his zipper and jeans buttons, so desperate to feel him you only shove his jeans and boxers down his hips with his help. During the process you were able to do the same with your panties, but they were just dangling off your calf forgotten in the process. 

“You OK?” he asked, words barely escaping, sounding so wrecked, and god, it was beautiful. You were only able to nod, throat feeling blocked by some imaginary ball. His fingers trailed up your stomach and began to kneed your breasts, taking one is his mouth. The feeling of his mouth was intense, and you were only able to choke out some form of ‘yes’ and ‘please’. 

You lifted your hips swiftly, taking his swollen dick in your hand, lowering yourself onto him. Your body filled with heat from head to toe as he helped lower your hips. It had been too long since you had gotten to feel him like this. 

Dean felt himself almost bottom out. He gritted his teeth, muttering a quick profanity between them before gathering his composure. He started to guide your hips along the length of his cock, watching only as you were left breathless. 

It felt like he had taken all the air out of you, being so consumed by nothing but his touch. Noise wanted to slip through your lips, touches wanted to be reciprocated, but it seemed so impossible in the moment. 

“Baby-” he placed his hand on your cheek, “come on, breathe,” and it all came back to you, him, the moment, where you were. You sucked in a deep breath, only able to look him in the eyes. 

He started the movements of your hips once again, and you exhaled, a breathy moan taking over. The feeling of him fucking you so slow but so deep turning you to mush, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Please- Dean,” you whimpered, “more,” was all you could get out. And suddenly he lifted you off him, laid you down and moved back into you in one fast swoop. The angle was so different and much deeper that it almost destroyed you. 

He started to fuck into you faster than ever before and gave no mercy. He made both of you start to get more worked up. His grunts came closer together and your moans and whimpers grew louder. 

Your insides felt like they were about to boil, and the heat that was spreading took over and you came shouting his name. He watched in awe as your face twisted and your jaw dropped, closely following in suit himself. 

“Dean,” you whispered as he was still hovered above you, still inside you. “I missed you so, so much,” you expressed.