#yummyyyyy

You clenched around him, watching the way his face contorted, practically slamming his head back against the pillows. "You want me to move?" You cooed, sliding your nails down his sternum, the acrylic digging deliciously into his skin, making him jolt. "Yes–fuck, yes, please, please.." his voice was hoarse, strained. And you smiled, wicked and sinful.

You didn't budge, and he groaned in frustration, his hands digging deeper into your skin. Hard enough, you were sure he'd draw blood. "Goddammit–" He said your name. "Please, please, baby, I'll do anything." — You shifted just slightly, and he thought you were gonna show him mercy, but you only leaned forward, nipping at his ear. Your breath tickled his neck, and he cinched his eyes shut with a whimper. "Anything?" You whispered.

"Yes!" He practically sobbed. "yes—..please just move—..fuck." You sat straight, pressing your palm to his lower belly. And just looked at him. And fuck, he looked pretty. His lips wet and swollen, eyes wet with unshed tears, his abs flexing and clenching every time he panted. And you felt every pulse and twitch of his cock inside of you.

His head lolled to the side, the skin of his neck bared, flushed an angry red color. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed around a moan.

You figured you'd tortured him like this long enough. So, you finally lifted yourself off of him and dropped yourself back down with an obscene squelch. And Dean fucking sobbed, his body arching off the mattress like he couldn't take it but wanted more all at the same time.

"Mmm, yeah?" You hummed, staring down at his pretty face. All scrunched up and red. "That feel good, de?"—"Yes, fuck—..yesyesyes—" He thrashed, a pathetic little sob escaping him, his hands coming up to cup your tits, and in return, you slapped them away.

"Keep your hands here." Your voice was stern, almost mean, and he quickly brought his hands back to the soft flesh of your thighs. "Good fucking boy." You drew out the word as you moaned. Your nails digging into the the softness of his chest, leaving little reddened lines down his body.

"You wanna come?" You asked, circling your hips in a way that had Dean throwing his head back and whining. He hummed in response, almost like he didn't trust himself to speak. "Words." You reminded him. "Yesyes, please—" He swallowed around another moan. "Please, yes—..I wanna come."

Yeah?" You taunted, still rolling your hips in a teasing back and forth motion. "Yes!" He was getting frustrated now, letting his desperate attitude show through.

"Too fuckin' bad."

You stopped.

And Dean sobbed. His hips bucking up from under you. And you weren't letting that slide.

So you lifted yourself off of him entirely. His cock slipping out with a nasty wet sound, bobbing against his stomach.

"Wait—what are you—.." He stammered. Watching as you sat back on your calves. "Please, fuck.. baby please." He whined your name. "I'll be good, I promise, please I'll be so fucking good—..Just let me come."

"And why should I?" You spoke, voice full of condescending sweetness. Your hand coming up to tease the head of his reddened cock with the palm of your head, making him jolt and his cock twitch violently. "Because—.."

Seriously?

"That's not a good reason, baby." You said, pulling your hand back to lightly slap his cock. Making him wince and cry out. "Tell me why I should let you come." You loomed over him, brushing strands of his damp hair out of his pretty face. He panted, leaning into your touch. "'Cause, I've be so—..so good.." He spoke, slurring ever so slightly like he was already out of energy.

And boy... you hadn't even properly fucked him dumb yet.

You trailed your fingers down his body once again. Stopping just at the base of his pretty, twitching cock. Watching the way he bit his bottom lip in anticipation. You wrapped your hand around him, tight. Squeezing the sensitive head, tugging every little bead of precum out of him. Watching the way he quivered and twitched.

You sped your hand up suddenly to a punishing pace. And he cried out. "Fuck!" He yelled, back bowing off of the mattress, his hand reaching down to grab your wrist. Not to stop you, but to ground himself.

"That's feels good, huh?" You spoke, voice full of faux sympathy that had him nodding and shaking his head all at the same time. "Mmm, I bet.." You kept up that fast pace, watching the way he squirmed around. Almost like he wanted to pull away but couldn't bring himself to. You watched his face, the way his plump lips were parted in harsh pants and strained moans.

At some point, he started to tense up, his breath becoming shallow and quick. His moans were loud and unfiltered. He was close, and you knew it.

So you stopped.

Again.

And Dean cried out, letting out a sound of frustration, trying to fuck himself into your still hand. So you pulled away. "Baby, please!" His voice cracked on every syllable. Strained and desperate. Those unshed tears finally fell. Down his temples into his hairline.

"You wanna come?" You asked again. And he just groaned, obviously growing tired of this prolonged torture. But he nodded. Letting out a shaky breath. "Yes." He answered. "Please.." He added quietly.

God, he looked so pretty begging like that. How were you supposed to say no?

So you lifted yourself from where you were sitting in between his legs, seating yourself back on top of him. His cock twitched against your sopping cunt, making you let out a filthy giggle as you reached between your bodies, lining him up, and sinking down on him with agonizing slowness.

His breath hitched, and he let out a drawn-out moan. His hands gripping your thighs once again. But you figured he deserved something a little better, so you grabbed his hands, bringing them up to your tits. "You can touch me." You told him. and fuck the way he was looking at you, pretty green eyes all wide and pleading, like he physically needed you.

You lifted yourself, dropping down with a gasp. While he cried out harshly. "Fuck—holy shit." He dropped his head back against the pillow, his throat working around a moan.

His hands groped and kneaded at your breasts. And you picked up the pace, ass slamming against his thighs with a loud and obscene smack smack smack.

"Fuck—I'm gonna come, shitshitshit." He warned. And you only sped up. "Yeah?" You taunted. "Gonna come inside me, fill me up?" You panted, already teetering on the edge yourself. "Fuck!—yesyes." Dean's hands tightened on your tits, nails digging into the soft tissue as he started to rut up into you.

"Gonna fuckin' knock me up?" Your words were filthy. Only fueling the fire that was Dean's release. "God—fuckfuckfuck—..yes, wanna—fuck, wanna come inside." He babbled. Absolutely fucked dumb.

You rode him harder and harder. Watching his face scrunch and contort, the way his breath became harsher, his moans loud and unrestrained.

"Oh—god.. baby, I'm gonna come—..ohfuckohfuck, oh fuuuuck—" That was his final warning before his body jolted violently, a broken, drawn-out out moan filling the space as he finally spilled inside of you. "Oh—fuck.. Dean.." You followed behind him with a choked out gasp. Your nails digging into his wrists where his hands still gripped your tits.

You stilled yourself, letting the both of you ride out your highs. Watch as his hips twitched, emptying everything he had inside of you.

When you finally did raise yourself off of him, his spent cock slipped free with a wet squelch. You both moaned at the sight of the sticky, white liquid leaking from your twitching cunt, onto his thighs and the bed sheets.

You leaned forward, letting yourself fall against his sweaty chest. Panting against the skin of his neck, his arms wrapped around your body, holding you against him.

"I do good?" He slurred after a moment of silence. And you only giggled in response, raising your head to look at him. His beautiful fucked out expression. "Amazing, baby." You brushed your fingers through his hair, placing the softest kiss to his lips, his cheek, licking up those salty tears.

After a moment of comfortable silence. Changed sheets. And a very thorough shower, you both found yourselves back in bed. Dean's clingy nature coming into play. His arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck. Breath warm and steady against your skin as he snored softy.

You combed your fingers his hair, still damp from the shower, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head.

And soon, sleep found you as well. You drifted off with Dean winchester holding you like his life depended on it.

𝑭𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 🪽 .ᐟ : so uhm... I feel like I may have gone like, a little overboard with this but it is what it is ig

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