Wet for Dean
Word Count: ~675
Warnings: lots of Deanâs dirty talk, brief mentions of oral and p-in-v sex and squirting, slight dom!Dean, orgasm denial if you squint really hard, and Deanâs very real kink for giving you endless intense pleasure
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Dean loves to spend hours playing with you. Like, actually hours.
Coaxing your clit to get sensitive and swollen in the best way and soaking your pussy, your panties, and whatever else happens to be underneath you. He gets a massive high from making you so incredibly needy â from the fact that youâre so distractingly wet that you canât even think straight. Making you achy and horny and deliciously desperate is his favorite drug, and heâs addicted. Hell yeah, I am. Makes my cock so fuckinâ steely to have you drippinâ with need for me, Sweetness. And sure, he knows enough about women to know that wetness isnât always a measure of how turned on you are, but itâs generally not unrelated either. So any opportunity he gets to make you crazy-fucking-wet is time well spent. Absolutely. Pretty sure I could spend forever makinâ you ache for me and not be any kind of sorry about it, y/n.
His favorite way to turn you to a slick, spiraling mess is when youâre snuggled up together with hours of time to kill and nothing to do but just be with each other. On the couch in the Dean cave or the bed in his room, bingeing your way through a marathon of something youâve both seen before. Just laying with his arm draped over you, tracing his fingers around the lips of your pussy with gentle, teasing touches until youâre on fire with aching need. Or swirling infuriatingly slow, lazy circles on your clit with the pad of his finger while he trails his mouth along your neck in dizzying kisses and forces you to try to focus on the screen. Concentrate, Sweetness. This partâs good, ya know. Iâd hate for you miss it just because you canât keep your thoughts off your sweet, soaked, puffy little pussy. Sometimes heâs merciless when heâs teasing you like that, but itâs the most fabulous form of torture you can possibly imagine. He just needs to make you achingly wet. Until the only thing you can possibly think about is how much you want him to turn off the damn TV and make you cum so many times that you pass out. Fuck yes. Youâre intoxicating like that, y/n â soaked and gone and fuckinâ begging for me. Makes me wanna chain you to my bed and never let you leave. In all honesty, he thinks thereâs not much hotter than you with your ass propped in the air and your pussy literally dripping down onto his sheets. A gorgeous, delectable display laid out all for him. Mmmm. Gonna lick you clean, y/n. Fuuuck. And then Iâm gonna make you a filthy mess again around my cock, yeah? Want you to be a good girl and soak us both in your pleasure, Sweetness. But he also loves when heâs bucking deep up into you while youâre riding him or heâs fucking you against the wall and he can feel your juices dripping down around his dick. Itâs so utterly filthy and so beautiful, all at once. Your pleasure is his drug. Some people would probably call it being full of himself to get off on being so incredibly good at giving you indescribable highs, but itâs not. Itâs not about him. Itâs about how mind-blowingly amazing heâs making you feel. And how damn lucky he feels that heâs somehow the one who gets to do that to you. Fuck. Feelinâ good, y/n? Yeah, you are. Fuckinâ soakinâ us both. Shit. Can you hear yourself? Hear your pussy begginâ? Youâre so fuckinâ wet. Gonna squirt for me tonight, Sweetness? Thatâs it. Câmon, give it to me. And when you do, itâs a total rush for him â that youâre feeling so insanely, intensely, canât-believe-itâs-that-good because of him. Canât really blame me, Sweetness. When your bodyâs practically droolinâ at both ends from pure bliss âcause Iâm makinâ it feel so fuckinâ good, itâs bound to make me a little cocky. Works out just fine for you though, I think. You complaininâ, y/n? No. No, youâre not.















