!warnings!: smut (18+), dean is 26-27, the reader is around 20 (c'mon guys, this would be legal, dean is not a perv, kinda forbidden fruit!plot), finger sucking, oral (f!reaceving), face sitting.
dean wasn’t often blessed with mornings like this. the cool mountain air sneaking in through the slightly cracked window. the sunlight didn’t burn his face this time, since it was cold and cloudy outside, everything covered in fog. only the little star-shaped fairy lights in the room gave off a warm glow. half-drunk, barely steaming, delicious coffee on the nightstand—not the watery diner stuff he was used to in cheap american joints. up until now, he only drank coffee to give himself a boost in the mornings or during research on a hunt—when his brain was about to completely shut down. but now he was actually enjoying the flavors dancing on his tongue—just like he could’ve enjoyed your taste forever. with the only difference being that 70% of the year, thousands of kilometers separated you. america and europe aren’t exactly close to each other.
sam and dean were making their usual visit to your family in germany. for centuries, your family had been running a hunting academy (yeah, sounds pretty messed up) in the black forest, mostly managed by the grimm brothers. the famous horror-story-writing siblings who inspired countless disney movies—though the studio, sadly, doesn’t support the school. the boys definitely needed a break after a long time, so that evening they joined a secret dorm party organized by the students. sam—despite being the one least in favor of the idea—ended up sitting down with the history students, and the conversation quickly turned into heavy drinking, so he didn’t need much distraction for the rest of the night. you and dean could fully focus on each other for the rest of the evening.
so now dean was soaking in the rare luxury of waking up in a clean and pretty fancy place. and he treasured it, loved it with everything in him- but, like this...naked and clingy and sleepy in the post-sex afterglow...god, he couldn't get enough of it.
"my pretty girl...so fuckin' gorgeous." he mutters into your little ear,-he thought it was too cute not to notice that fact every time-kissing the protective rune tattoo behind it. god, you were so smart about this. it's both practical and incredibly sexy.
you reach up and scratch his scalp with your nails, gently pulling his fluffy, messy dirty-blonde hair. a sudden golden sunray slipped through the curtain and made dean look like more angelic then usual. you just wanted to bath in his halo.
"so perfect. he purred into your skin, kissing your cheek slowly, lazy. "you're just everything, aren't ya? too good for me."
"oh shut up, idiot. i look like shit. my hair is all messy. i have morning breath. like an actual zombie. please stab me with a silver knife..." you whispered softly so that dean wouldn't smell your otherwise perfectly normal morning breath. but you shouldn't be nervous about it, he's smelled much dirtier things than that.
"i'll be honest, you look pretty hot with that zombie look going for you." he continued, grinning cheekily. "i like seeing the evidence that i worked you pretty hard last night. makes me very proud."
"yeah, yeah, yeah..." you tapped his chest for a few times "dean winchester...always just wants to wet his cock."
"i can't help it..." he grabbed your fist, pulling it away from where it was against his chest and brought it up to his mouth. dean kissed each knuckle, keeping his eyes locked with yours before taking your index finger into his mouth and sucking at the digit.
and god did the man know what he was doing. his eyes darkened as his gaze never left yours, and he twirled his tongue around the tip of your finger before taking the whole thing into his mouth and sucking.
"you like that?" he murmured against your skin, his voice low and hot with a hint of teasing.
"well, fuck...hmm okay." you groaned softly, feeling the warm wave between your thighs. "i mean...you're probably doing this better than me. you sure you haven't sucked a dick before?" you teased him.
a smug smirk appeared on dean's lips when he heard your whined reply. "nah. i'm just a natural at a lot of things." he replied in a cocky thone of voice, taking your index and middle finger into his mouth now and licking a thick stripe up to the length of them.
"and i've had plenty of experience, sweetheart, i know what i'm doin'," he said, his eyes flicking up to yours again. "besides, i never liked using my mouth for anything else before i started it with you. i was always more of a touch kinda guy." dean continued as he gently nipped the tip of your index finger, his other hand moving down to the outside of your thigh, caressing the soft skin as he sucked and licked at your fingers.
"but with you...i like using my mouth a lot." he said, pulling your hand out of his mouth with a pop, his eyes heavy lidded.
"yeah dean, i know. you're a fucking munch. and i love you for that."
he released your fingers with an another pop, his gaze roaming over your flushed face. dean's eyes flicked down to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips in a subconscious, almost hungry gesture. he leaned in, his mouth howering right above yours.
"let me prove it, right here, right now." he murmured, his breath gosting over your face, the touch so soft, it sents goosegumps running down your spine.
"i fear you're making me a sex addict. damnit."
"my little sex addict," dean groaned against your skin in a huskier tone, punctuating those words with a firm kiss against your collarbone. "my perfect little sex addict." he nipped at the bone, then sucked a mark at the skin there, wanting to mark you up, claim you as his.
"screw you." you hissed at a needier tone, pushing your fingers back to his mouth. your fingers slipped between dean's lips with ease, being welcomed by his hot, wet mouth as he sucked on them again, hollowing out his cheeks.
"that's the plan, sweetheart." his eyes darkened with a mix of arousal and amusement as he worked at your fingers, swirling his tongue around them, getting them completely drenched with saliva. dean took them as far as he could, his head bobbing slowly, as if to make sure you were picturing what he would do with his mouth somewhere else.
"you want my pussy that much?" your collected your pussy juices from between your legs, then pushed it back to his mouth. "i fear i could cum just from that..."
"you know, i should make it my personal goal to get you cum just by sucking on your fingers, wouldn't you like that, huh? i know you would." his hand moved following your command as he gripped your waist firmly, positioned you above his chest. kneeling, legs either side of his chest. "look at you. so fuckin' unreal." he ran his fingers along your slit, the skin soft, wet and warm beneath his own. he inserted his middle and ring fingers into your entrace, the cool touch of his ring making your clit even more sensitive.
"you know, Iid love to drown in you." dean pulled you with his strong arms over his face, his perfect nose brushing against your bundle of nerves. you felt the warm air blowing through his nose and the way your own moisture acted as a lube, allowing you to slide over the bulge of his bone.
"this pussy is squezing my fingers. i bet it would do the same with my tongue. like a fuckin' vacuum. i'm afraid the blood circulation will stop in them. but who cares?" he groans against your cunt, spreading your puffy folds with his wet tongue, licking and sucking your swollen clit.
the warm feeling completely flooded your lap, you involuntarily started to rub yourself against dean's face. you supported yourself with your arms on the back of your bed, moving your hips rhythmically. the room was filled with your own moans and the sound of dean's tongue as he licked your wet pussy. every movement of his tongue felt like magic. he continued to pump his fingers inside you, deliberately so that you could feel the coldness of his ring. curling them in the right angle. you felt like you were in a porn movie.
"c'mon honey. make yourself feel good. bounce on my face and my fingers. i know you love feeling me inside of you. you can't let me go. you don't wanna let me go." he suddenly nipped at your clit, pulling it with his lips. "let yourself go for me, please. i wanna feel you soaking all over my face. be a good girl for me."
and the orgasm hitted you like a white-hot wave. endless moans. you felt your release flow down your thighs and down dean's face onto your bedsheets. your pussy throbbed around his fingers, more than it ever had when you used your own fingers. you slowly laid down next to dean who looked at you with eyes like he was high.
"are you okay?" you asked breathless, completly spent. "sorry, i...i never had a squirting orgasm. did i made you uncomfortable?"
"jesus, sweetheart, no." dean laughed softly, caressing your soft belly. "i'm willing to accept death in two ways. if i die while hunting. or if you sit on my face, riding with some classic rock in the background. and i drown in your wetness. two glorious deaths. but i'd rather choose the second one. then you tell to our grandchildrens."
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