There’s a mirror in front of him and he can see the glint in her eyes when she meets his gaze while she threads the head of the silicone dildo of the strap on she’s wearing through his lubed asscrack.

Y/N smiles at him when he wriggles his hips, and Jesus, that look on her face, Dean’s just knows that he’s so fucking done for.

There’s a chuckle from behind, and she deliberately pokes the silicone head of the toy against his hole, causing him to flinch and back up a little in desperation.

“So desperate for it, aren’t you, babe?” She asks, and well, yeah, he’s fucking eager, sue him.

“Well, if you want it so bad, you’d better start taking it.” With the last word that leaves her lips, Y/N pushes in, slowly but determinedly, making him choke on his own spit, his thick cock between his thighs leaking as he reaches for it to stroke himself to soften the sting.

But goddammit, he loves the stretch and the burn, loves how he’s full when she’s seated, loves how her hand caresses his ass and his hip to ease him into it, and yes, he loves how she’s fucking him hard and fast, causing him to make a mess all over their bed.

Being with her is everything and then some.