Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in front of Dean. I hope this makes sense!
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), language, insecure reader, body image issues, self-hate (a little), I think that’s it unless I’ve messed something.
Word Count: 2253
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiINJOgxCUC
This was not a new position for you, not even close, but here you were once again. On your knees with Dean’s glorious, thick, throbbing, dripping, cock in your mouth.
You loved to watch him when he got close the way he was right now. His head was thrown back against the wall, his eyes closed tight, showing off those beautiful eye crinkles that you loved so much, his breathing labored, his tongue reaching out and licking at his bottom lip before he sinks his perfect white teeth into the soft flesh there; trying to control the noses that were coming from his mouth.
Goosebumps rose all over his body, as his hips begin rocking into your mouth as he gets closer and closer.
You run your tongue up the thick vein that is basically pulsing at this point. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his base, holding off his release some as you took his whole length inside your mouth, the taste of him overwhelming your senses as you let go and swallowed him all the way to his hilt.
His body stiffened and jerked as he spilled down your throat. Your name with a string of curse words and incoherent sounds fell from his lips as you sucked him dry, massaging his tight balls as his dick jerked in your mouth, making sure you had taken all he could give you. His body finally falling limp against the wall as you released him from your hold.
Standing as he wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you to his chest and kissing you deeply, his tongue tasting himself on your lips as he dominated your mouth.
“Your turn,” he said, backing you to the bed as he continued his assault on your mouth.
You struggled against him to get a word in as he backs you to the bed letting you fall on the mattress, and crawling over you like a predator about to devour his prey.
Reaching his hand down, running his fingers up your bare thigh and across your folds, massaging your swollen clit with his fingertips as he kissed his way down your jawline to your neck, working his way down your body, stopping to give each nipple attention; worshiping your body like you were the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. Just as his lips made their way down your stomach though you couldn’t do it, your own insecurity winning out over the overwhelming need for him.
“Dean stop!” you said, jumping off the bed like you’d been shocked. Dean raised up on his knees. He looked hurt by your rejections even though he remained quiet for a moment.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his voice was gentle, but his eyes showed just how much your repeated rejection of him hurt.
You were more than willing to go down on Dean, in fact, you loved it. The way he felt thick and heavy against your tongue and down your throat, the way he tasted, the way he looked as he came undone under your power. It was a rush you’d never get tired of, and honestly, you could probably get off on just watching him.
Even though you’d been together for almost six months now, you never let him return the favor. Every time he’d make a move to go down on you, you would stop him.
You were afraid.
Afraid you wouldn’t look as pretty as some girls he’d been with, because Dean had been with a lot of women.
What if you tasted off, what if you disgusted him.
No man has ever offered to go down on you before, even though you’d been with men before Dean. They were usually ass holes who wanted nothing more than to get themselves off, you were just a fuck toy for that moment.
When you had met Dean everything was different, he was kind and gentle. The hands that killed monsters were the very hands that touched you so softly. He acted like you were his everything, something precious that should be worshiped and reverenced, but you didn’t understand why. He was a freaking Greek God robed in flesh. His body, his features, everything was perfect. Any woman with a pulse, and apparently some that no longer had a pulse… Would give their left arm to sleep with him, have him touched them the way he did you. Still, you just couldn’t let him do it.
You didn’t want to lose him, you couldn’t, especially over something like this, you wouldn’t live through it.
You and Dean had sex plenty of times. It usually was a nightly thing for the two of you when you were home. You would let him do just about anything he wanted, except that.
Right now though, looking into those olive-green eyes that you loved so much, filled with hurt and rejection, you knew you had to come clean to him or you were going to lose him. He wasn’t going to keep letting you tell him no and push him away without a reason, and you knew it.
“Dean,” you said softly, moving over to the bed to sit down next to him, taking his hand in yours. He was quiet, watching, trying to figure this out. His eyes searched you, you could feel them even though you couldn’t meet his gaze.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me.”
Dean looked at you more confused than he was a few moments ago before the confusion quickly turned to anger.
“Has someone hurt you before? Tell me who that mother fucker is and I swear to God…"
"No Dean, no one has ever done anything to me. It’s just.” you let out a sigh, trying to put your feelings into words that didn’t sound stupid, or childish as the felt right now in your head.
“No one has ever.. done that.. gone down on me before. I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore if you do because no one ever thought I was good enough to do it before now, so there must be something wrong with me that I don’t know about. What if I look funny or something is off, and you don’t want to be with me anymore,” you confessed to him, refusing to look up at him. You could feel your embarrassment burning in your face, and tears were prickling in your eyes.
Dean sat there for a moment in stunned silence. Of all the things that could have come out of your mouth, that was NOT what he was expecting. Not even close.
Reaching up he softly placing his hand on the side of your face, forcing her to look at him.
“Sweetheart, you are so, so wrong. Those idiots you were with before were just assholes. They only were out for themselves, they didn’t care about you the way I do. You’re perfect! There is absolutely nothing wrong with you! Don’t ever tell yourself that, and I’m not going anywhere. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to. I love you, everything about you is perfect for me. I just want to show you how much I love you, Sweetheart, let me show you, and if you still feel uncomfortable I’ll stop, but I promise you nothing is going to change the way I feel about you, even if you never let me touch you that way. I’m in this for the long haul, pretty girl."
His lips brushed yours and he wiped away the tears that had made their way down your face. His touch was gentle, cautious, and patient. He wasn’t going to push you, and you knew that, but you didn’t ever want to see that hurt look on his face again. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just being self-conscious and paranoid over nothing. Those other guys were dicks. Dean loved you. He’d never let anything come between the two of you, so why in the world were you sitting here letting this stop you from being closer to the man you loved more than your own life.
"Okay,” you said, swinging your legs back over onto the bed, laying your head down against the pillows, pulling Dean by the shoulders to hover over your body again. His lips met yours again in a slow, tender kiss.
“If you feel uncomfortable tell me and I’ll stop, there’s no rush, there’s no hurry, we have all the time in the world okay? We will go slow. I’m okay with that.”
You nodded your head as his lips came down on yours again. His lips make their way in soft kisses from your lips to the shell of your ear, running his teeth and tongue lightly over the shell of your ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, and he worked his way down to your pulse point on your throat, nipping and sucking there, leaving his mark on you, one that you wouldn’t even bother trying to cover up in the morning. You were proud to be his, and you didn’t care who saw it.
When he was done there he worked his way down to your breast. Giving each equal love and attention before kissing his way down the valley of your cleavage, and down your stomach. Your breathing gets faster as he made his way to your hips. Kissing each hip softly. Letting his breath fan over your overheating flesh.
You were terrified but determined. You weren’t going to let your own insecurities come between you.
Dean’s hands ran down your side, making their way to your knees, spreading your legs for him, giving him a full view of your already wet folds.
“So fucking gorgeous, baby,” he mumbled, close enough that his breath puffed out over your skin in little huffs, causing your own goosebumps to rise over your body.
Being as soft and gentle as he could, Dean licked a strip through your folds, stopping at your clit and lapping at it gently in a barely-there touch that nearly had your body arching off the bed.
“Fuck you taste good, Sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and rough, his shaft hardening again against your leg as he covered your pussy with his mouth.
He felt like he was everywhere all at once. His tongue licking and lapping at your dripping sex, sucking your clit into his mouth, eating at you like a starving man. His hand made its way to yours and he laced your fingers together as he continued his administrations.
That same warm feeling started to form in your lower belly as your free hand gripped the sheets. The coiling tight on the inside of you, spreading its way through your limbs like a wildfire in dry brush, your hips moving on their own against his face as his tongue worked you over. Moans and sinful sounds fell from both your lips, filling the room around you. Your breathing is coming in short spurts. Pleasure coursing through your body as he pushed you closer and closer to your release.
“Dean,” you whimpered.
It was all you could get out. You were so close one more lick of his tongue and you’d be a goner.
“Let go, Baby, I got you,” he said against your skin, sending vibrations through your whole body. His thick tongue sank into your soaking cunt and your body cave around you. Your walls milking his tongue as the coil inside of you snapped and the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced ripped through your body.
Dean didn’t stop lapping up all that you had to give him like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Working you through your orgasm until you came down completely, leaving you sweating, panting mess.
Dean crawled his way back up your body. Kissing his way back up your lips. The taste of you lingering on his tongue as he kissed you gently before sinking deep inside of you in one swift thrust. Your back arching to meet his chest as pumped himself into you over and over again, everything made more sensitive by your previous orgasm.
Before you knew it you were at the edge again.
“Fuck Dean, I’m close,” you half moan as you clung to his shoulders. His own pace is starting to get sloppy, losing his perfect rhythm as his own end approached.
“Me too, Baby."
With that your second orgasm hit you. Your vision blurring around the edges as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over you. Dean’s name falling from your lips like a prayer as he buried himself deep inside of you, spilling his seed, coating your insides with him, grunting into his own release; rocking into you slowly as you both came down from you high.
Laying you down next to you Dean pulled your body flush with his as you trace his tattoo absently, just enjoying the afterglow of all that he’d given you.
Dean peppered your face with little kisses as sleep started to take its hold on you. His strong arms wrapped up around you, his hands trailing little patterns on your back.
You were so glad you finally let him in, fully, trusting him with your body. Because that’s what it really is about. Trusting him to take care of you, just like he trusts you to take care of him. A partnership. One that’s not ever going anywhere.
You loved him more now, even though you didn’t think that was possible, than you ever had before, and you would love him as long as you had breath in your body. That much you were sure.
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