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You and Shauna had decided to hangout and do some shopping. You could tell she just wanted to be in the privacy of your room and not out in public. Her eyes never leaving you and her mute expressions told you everything you needed to know.

As soon as you closed your bedroom door you were immediately pinned against the door by Shauna. Her hand on your neck making you wince, not in pain but pleasure. She looked at your eyes, then your lips, then back to your eyes and immediately smashed her hungry lips against yours. You were always pretty wet around her but this made you weak. Shauna pulled away from the kiss and put her hand on your shoulders.

“Down.” she barked 

You slipped to the ground on your knees as Shauna starts undoing her pants quicker than you could process, revealing her soaked cunt with her slick running down her leg. 

Before you could process what was happening she grabbed the back of your head and shoved it into her wet pussy. You move your tongue back and forth which causes a few moans to escape her mouth. Your mouth was watering at the taste of her juices. She wrapped your hair up in her hand and pushed your face into her harder. She wanted more of you. 

You take your hand and run it up and down her thigh for some stability as she’s ramming her hips into your face. As you do this she grabs your other hand and brings it up under her shirt to grab her tits. you pinch her sensitive bud her hips ram into your mouth once again as her mouth hangs wide open, her breath shortens up and you can feel her walls start to clench around your tongue. 

“Fuck (Y/N) I’m gonna come”

As soon as she says that, you move your tongue faster than before, helping her ride out her high. Her grip on your hair loosens, causing your hair to fall back onto your shoulders. 

Panting, Shauna brings her hand to your face and cups your face, god she looks so hot looking down at you, she then takes her thumb and traces it across your lips, wiping up whatever was left of her, she then grabs your face and pulls you to your feet, her aggression startling you, she kisses you in hopes to taste her self on your lips.

After she kisses you she pulls back,

“My turn” she whispers, 

Pinning you back against the door once again, she trails her hands down your sides, kissing your neck. You let out a breathy moan as she sucks on your neck letting her hands drop to where you need her most. Your breath picks up against her neck as you try your hardest to leave marks all over her. She unzips your pants and shoves her hand into them faster than you can even process, making you whine louder than you expected, 

“Mmmm, You soaked right trough your panties baby, god you’re such a whore for me… so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet” she purrs as she rubs your folds trough your panties, 

“Are you gonna make those pathetic sounds you know I like when I touch you for real?”

You could only manage a moan in reply, bucking your hips into her hand to try and create more friction. She pulls her hand out of your pants and grabs your jaw as tight as she possibly could,

“Use your words or were done here” she growls at you, 

“Yes S-Shauna I’ll make those sounds you like just please fuck me m’need you so bad pl- please” you blurt out faster than you could think, its the total desperation that took over you. The thought of her absolutely dominating you right now is making you squirm, which she notices,

“Good girl, I knew you could do it.” She says as she shoves her hand into your crotch, this time with no clothing in between. Her cold fingers sent a shock up your spine which makes you moan (your moan is a little more dramatically than you would’ve just because she loves to hear you but you’d never tell her that) 

She wastes no time whatsoever and shoves two fingers right inside your tight pussy, turning your brain into mush, her fingers moving in and out of you is the best feeling in the world, and you can already feel that warm heat building up in your lower stomach. she adjusts her hand so that with every thrust, her thumb jams right up against your sensitive, bulging clit. You’re getting closer and closer to your climax, admittedly quicker than you’d like, but the fact that you’re being so vocal for Shauna is encouraging her to keep fucking you, bringing you closer to your orgasm. 

Her next thrust inside of you, she curls her fingers and rubs your clit which send you over the edge,

“F-fuck Shauna im gonna fucking come, p-please” you manage to say in-between moans,

The sweetness of your whimpers does such magic for Shauna, as you come on her fingers she slowly pumps them in and out of you while you ride out your high. Once you’re done, she slides her fingers out of you and hold her hand up to your face.

“Oh did my poor baby make a mess? You know, you’re supposed to clean up after yourself when you make a mess sweetie,” she coos, 

Without hesitation, you grab her hand and guide her fingers into your mouth, sucking every last drop of you off of her fingers. 

“That’s my good girl…. How about a movie?” She says as you both climb into bed and turn the tv on. 

“I needed that,” she sighs as you lay your head on her chest and she starts lightly playing with your hair. 

“I love you Shauna,” is all you say in response, letting the movie play on the tv, soaking up each others company. 

y'all I just had the biggest lock in writing this, I started it like a month a go and It just sat in the drafts collecting dust... until now...

please please please please send me things ill write for any of the characters in my master list, and I'll write literally anything, (I'm probably into it)

One last thing, check out my story, Wilderness Rivalry, chapter 2 is in the horizon

The soft, ragged panting in your ear cut through the distant sounds of the camp: the soft hum of the generators, the low voices of those who couldn't sleep, and the occasional cough. The old, rugged army cot creaked under the weight of you and the leader of the camp.

Dean Wincester.

You couldn't tell exactly when this thing between you two had started. One night blurred into the next out here, too much whiskey, too much death and too many close calls.

What began as rough desperates fucks to feel something other than hate or fear had slowly shifted into... whatever this was.

Stolen moments.

His mouth on your neck.

His weight was pinning you down.

The rare quiet conversations afterwards when he actually let the walls crack a little.

You didn't mind, and neither did he. In this shitshow of a world, it was one of the few things that still felt good.

Suddenly, you were brought out of your thoughts as Dean snapped his hips forward, driving a choked moan from your throat. His hands quickly clamped over your mouth, warm and calloused.

"Quiet." He growled against your ear, his voice was low and husky from the sex. "Don't need the whole camp hearing how good you take it..."

You bit his palm lightly, and he huffed out a dark chuckle. Dean was sweating, the scars on his shoulders and back shifting under your hands with every thrust. The necklace he never took off swung between you both; it was cold as ice against your heated skin.

When you both came, Dean buried his face in your neck as you bit your lip from the feeling of his cum filling you up. For a long moment, the only sounds you could hear were your own and Dean's harsh breathing, and a small, distant crackle of the campfire not far from your tent.

Dean didn't pull out of you right away; he stayed there. Heavy and warm on top of your panting body. These moments were the ones you lived for. The ones where the walls cracked just a bit to see the man who used to be.

Finally, he rolled off, pulling out slowly.

"You good?" He asked, voice gravelly.

You nodded. "Yeah, you?"

Dean let out a humourless, weak chuckle before rubbing a hand over his face. "Define good at the end of the world." His eyes flicked over to yours, soft like they only were after sex. "You should get some sleep. Got a supply run at dawn."

Dean rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. You saw how much older he looked than he really should look. The loss of Sam, the world, and well... everything had taken a toll on the man.

Slowly, you wrapped an arm around his chest to make random patterns on his now slowly falling chest.