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Warnings: throatfucking, cum eating, monster fucking (if you squint), werewolf reader, male genital descriptions for reader (still gn), heat themes, hair pulling, pet names (pup, puppy, good boy), marking, mouth kink, 2nd person POV
Heat shouldn't be something debilitating to a big grown werewolf like you. It was like period: it was just something you grinned and beared.
You still needed to be the (semi)functional (half)human being that everyone expected you to be, so you just never told anyone whenever it came around.
Not really lying; it's just conveniently not mentioning the truth
Tonight, though, was really grinding you gears. More specifically, Dean was.
Usually, he didn't mind when you got close. You were physical with everyone, even Castiel. You lingered in personal space, always trailing two steps behind whoever you decided to shadow. Dean grew up with a little brother, so this was nothing.
So naturally, you were thrown off when Dean kept stepping away frorn you. You were feeling needy, yes, and also trying to silently garner his attention, but that was no excuse for him to demand his own air to breathe!
He mumbled something about "just wanting space", but you were too clouded by impulse (and hormones) to honor his request. He had a perfectly fine day, so you were confused about his now avoidant mood.
Little did you know, Dean hadn't been laid in three months. That might be a record for him, honestly. Right now, he would fuck anything that stood on two legs and could form the words "I consent" (verbally or otherwise).
Your desire to be unnecessarily close to Dean was getting him a little hot under the collar. mean, come on. A fiesty werewolf (who also happened to be his smokin' hot bes friend) wanted him all to themselves? It wa something out of a shitty, kinky porno, and Dean wasn't one to turn one of those down.
He sighed, laying his hands down on the tabl and letting his head hang down between his houlders. What could he do? What couls e say? "Sorry, I haven't gotten nookie in a few months and I'm kinda grouchy about not getting my rocks off"?? That isn't gonna cut it for his best friend.
Before he could mumble out a curse and feel sorry for himself, he felt a warm weight settle against his back. It was you, laying your chest against Dean's back. Your hands grasped at his jacket, finding the fabric of his shirt underneath.
He let out a grunt as your body weight leaned into him. "Really? You couldn't bother Sam?" He griped, looking over his shoulder.
He was shocked to see you looking up at him like that, with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Your warm cheek was smushed against the worn leather of his jacket, a small puddle of drool was already accumulating there.
"Dean." you rasped, your warm, sweet breath ghosting his cheek. "Of course I didn't bother Sam. The more you pull away, the more I need you."
Your pupils were blown wide, and your hair slightly stuck to your skin from the thin sheen of sweat you had collected. Uncontrollably, your hips started to grind slowly against his ass. A shaky breath hit the back of Dean's neck, and he knew he was already in deep shit.
His hips rocked back against yours like he couldn't control himself—which was more than likely true. A low groan emitted from his chest, and your eyes rolled back at the long-awaited friction.
Your face fell against his neck. "God, you're so fucking sexy." The growl came against his skin, barely restrained and heavy with desire. "I can't hold back anymore, Dean. Fuck, I'm in rut and I can't hold back anymore!" Words tumbled past your lips before your clumsy tongue could catch them.
"Fuck, finally." Dean interrupted, as needy and desperate as you. "God, I feel like a nun with how long this dry spell has been."
His eagerness definitely turned you on. This grinding wasn't going to tide you over with how much you were working up an appetite. The fire was liquid hot, pooling in your belly and spilling out into your veins (and your pants).
You spun Dean around, pushing up between is legs and clumsily knocking him onto the table. With each rock of your hips, a heavy pant escaped your lips. His forehead rested against yours while you desperately ground your aching cock against the front of his jeans.
It was a messy, sloppy kiss full of need and bad decisions. Dean melted under your lips, and the big bad Dean Winchester being so submissive beneath you nearly had you popping the cap right there on the table
Oh, fuck.." You moaned, letting your tongue slip into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The inside of his mouth was so warm ans inviting, sending a violent throb down your dick. His tongue was so soft and slick, and the way he gave in to you so easily... it got you going. Each soft moan and tilt of his jaw just spurred you further, the rut making every sensation amplified tenfold. Oh, what you wouldn't give to part these plump, perfect lips of his with something else..
All the times you sat alone in your room, fisting your dick at the thought of Dean's tongue touching yours, the image of his mouth opening just for you. Was it pathetic and perverted? Maybe.
But it was happening. God, it was really happening. The thought made the heat between your thighs tingle and pulse.
You whimpered loudly against his lips, and before you knew it, you were cumming so hard in your pants that your knees started shaking.
You hissed at the sudden force of you orgasm, pulling back from his loving mouth like you were burned. "H-h-holy ssshit!" Yo couldn't even recognize your voice with how wrecked it was, broken and debauched like horny teenager.
The usual steely self control you carried was nowhere to be found. But by God, he was such a good kisser.
Dean watched with rapt attention as the wet spot on your jeans grew while you keened through the release. But the chub stayed the same, pressing insistantly against the zipper of your jeans that frankly held more composure than Dean did on a good day.
Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck. He just watched you cream your pants after one kiss. To say he was into that was an understatement.
On a ragged breath, you managed to mumble, "Dean, please. I need you.. my body's on fire.."
You didn't have to tell him twice.
He sank to his knees, batting those big green eyes up at you like an angel. Fuck, he looked like one. Rosy cheeks, parted lips, long lashes fanned out like little halos. But Dean's little act couldn't fool you. You could see the eagerness in his eyes as he unbuttoned the top of your jeans.
A shiver went down your spine as he locked eyes with you and took the zipper in his teeth. At this point, the heat had clouded your judgement and most of your thinking skills, so all you could do was stare aghast as your sex bomb best friend unzipped your jeans with his fucking teeth.
Hooking a thumb under your boxers, you pulled out your embarrassingly sticky and hard cock.
Dean honestly didn't know whether to be perplexed or deeply aroused. Maybe he was a bit of both. Your dick was.. something out of a rule 34 drawing. He couldn't tear his eyes away, from the tip that was flushed and looked decidedly more canine than he expected, to the shaft, pulsing red and...
Dean swallowed. You were bigger than he expected. Well, he didn't know what exactly to expect, but you were.. wow. And like a puffy pink bow just for him, the knot sat at the base.
Don't ask him how he knows what it is; he'll deny anything.
You gave yourself a few languid strokes, the other free hand running through his hair. "You're so pretty, Dea..." Unable to resist anymore, you let your dick slap his cheek, gently tracing his lips with the tip. "Open."
He swallowed nervously before parting his lips, letting his tongue cushion the underside of your shaft. His eyes never strayed from yours.
Slowly, he took little licks and lapped up the cum that still clung to your shaft. Now we were talking. "Good boy, Dea. Such a good puppy." You cooed, letting your head fall back as he took the tip in his mouth and sucked.
This was the most obedient you'd ever seen him.
Inch by inch, he worked you over, licking you clean of your previous release. Then, he really got to work. One hand squeezed the base, sliding up and down as he eased more of you into his sweet mouth.
He was so good, but so slow.
There was no problem with savoring a moment like this..
..if it was any other instance. The heat felt like it was reaching a fever pitch in your blood, and you could practically feel the room fogging up with all the scent you were giving off.
Dean could feel it too. The scent of black tea, bergamot, and sweet figs was sinking in with each breath, making it harder and harder to focus.
You decided it was time to take things into your own hands. One hand found the back of his head, gripping some of his short hair. The other snaked around under his chin, holding his jaw.
The moment you started rutting into his eager throat was the moment you lost any semblance of control. Your body slumped across the table, your heaving chest pressed against the cool metal as your hips did all the work, snapping forward at an aggressive pace.
Aside from putting his rough palms on your thighs to steady himself, Dean took it like a champ. An array of greedy gulps and slurps filled the room as he made it his personal duty to suck you off with vigor.
Every pass of his tongue and tilt of his head drew out another heavy pant from you as you leaned on the table. You were sure you were drooling, but you didn't care. That familiar pull in your tummy was getting stronger, and even Dean could tell you were close.
Your thighs tensed under his palms as your rhythm became sloppy. "Dean, Dean, Dean.." You cried, his settling name like a prayer on your lips. Each moan was louder than the last until finally your orgasm wracked through your body, radiating pleasure and relief like you've never felt it.
"Oh, fuckkk, Dean... such a good puppy..." You moaned, your hips stuttering as you emptied your load past his lips. His throat worked around you with each swallow, making your legs tremble as it bordered on overstimulation.
Like the good, sweet pup he is, Dean swallowed back every drop.
Boneless and satisfied, you fully flopped onto the table, easing your grip on his hair.
"Holy shit, Dea... you good?"
He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just gotta clean up, y'know?" He said, getting off of his knees.
Your back was against the table as you tucked yourself back into your boxers, watching as Dean awkwardly shuffled towards the bathroom, trying to hide the obvious wet patch on the front of his jeans.
Soooo how'd I do? Was Dean ooc? 😓😓
Lmk your thoughts and paw-sibly future ideas in the comments? 👀👀 reoblogs and likes are always welcome!
Warnings: grinding, throatfucking, monster fucking (if you squint), reader is in heat, male genital descriptions for reader (reader is still gn), hair pulling, cum eating, werewolf!reader (bc I said so), sub!Dean, name calling (pup, puppy, good boy), 2nd person POV
Lmk if I missed anything... not beta read (if you wanna be my beta reader js dm me)
Heat shouldn't be something debilitating to a big grown werewolf like you. It was like a period: it was just something you grinned and beared.
You still needed to be the (semi)functional (half)human being that everyone expected you to be, so you just never told anyone whenever it came around.
Not really lying; it's just conveniently not mentioning the truth.
Tonight, though, was really grinding your gears. More specifically, Dean was.
Usually, he didn't mind when you got close. You were physical with everyone, even Castiel. You lingered in personal space, always trailing 2 steps behind whoever you decided to shadow. Dean grew up with a little brother, so this was nothing.
So naturally, you were thrown off when Dean kept stepping away from you. You were feeling needy, yes, and also trying to silently garner his attention, but that was no excuse for him to demand his own air to breathe!
He mumbled something about "just wanting space", but you were too clouded by impulse (and hormones) to honor his request. He had a perfectly fine day, so you were confused about his now avoidant mood.
Little did you know, Dean hadn't been laid in 3 months. That might be a record for him, honestly. Right now, he would fuck anything that stood on two legs and could form the words "I consent" (verbally or otherwise).
Your desire to be unnecessarily close to Dean was getting him a little hot under the collar. I mean, come on. A fiesty werewolf (who also happened to be his smokin' hot best friend) wanted him all to themselves? It was something out of a shitty, kinky porno and Dean wasn't one to turn one of those down.
He sighed, laying his hands down on the table and letting his head hang down between his shoulders. What could he do? What could he say? "Sorry, I haven't gotten nookie in a few months and I'm kinda grouchy about not getting my rocks off"??? That isn't gonna cut it for his best friend.
Before he could mumble out a curse and feel sorry for himself, he felt a warm weight settle against his back. It was you, laying your chest against Dean's back. Your hands grasped at his jacket, finding the fabric of his shirt underneath.
He let out a grunt as your body weight leaned onto him. "Really? You couldn't bother Sam?" He griped, looking over his shoulder.
He was shocked to see you looking up at him like that, with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Your warm cheek was smushed against the worn leather of his jacket, a small puddle of drool was already accumulating there.
"Dean.." you rasped, your warm, sweet breath hitting him like a tanker. "Of course I didn't bother Sam. The more you pull away, the more I need you."
Your pupils were blown wide, and your hair slightly stuck to your skin from the thin sheen of sweat you had collected. Uncontrollably, your hips started to grind slowly against his ass. A shaky breath hit the back of Dean's neck, and he new he was already in deep shit.
His hips rocked back against yours like he couldn't control himself—which was more than likely true. A low groan emitted from his chest, and your eyes rolled back at the long-awaited friction.
Your face fell against his neck. "God, you're so fucking sexy.." The growl came against his skin, barely restrained and heavy with desire. "I can't hold back anymore, Dean... fuck, I'm in rut and I can't hold back anymore. Could you-"
"Fuck, finally." Dean interrupted, as needy and desperate as you. "God, I feel like a nun with how long this dry spell has been."
His eagerness definitely turned you on. This grinding wasn't going to tide you over with how much you were working up an appetite. The fire was liquid hot, pooling in your belly and spilling out into your veins (and your pants).
You spun Dean around, pushing up between his legs and clumsily knocking him onto the table. With each rock of your hips, a heavy pant escaped your lips. His forehead rested against yours while you desperately ground your aching cock against the front of his jeans.
It was a messy, sloppy kiss full of need and bad decisions. Dean melted under your lips, and the big bad Dean Winchester being so submissive beneath you nearly had you popping the cap right there on the table.
"Oh, fuck..." You moaned, letting your tongue slip into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck..
The inside of his mouth was so warm and inviting, sending a violent throb down your dick. You whimpered loudly against his lips, and before you knew it, you were cumming so hard in your pants that your knees started shaking.
You hissed at the sudden force of your orgasm, pulling back from his loving mouth like you were burned. "H-h-holy ssshit!" You couldn't even recognize your voice with how wrecked it was, broken and debauched like a horny teenager.
The usual steely self control you carried was nowhere to be found.
