Summary: Everyone is stuck in quarantine right now everywhere, and you’re stuck alone with Dean, who really needs to blow off steam… Oh, what has your big mouth gotten you into now…
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, biting, language, a little bit of implied rough sex, I think that’s about it! This is just pure porn with very little plot and I’m not even sorry. So there.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 588
A/N: Here’s a smutty drabble to take everyone’s mind of the crazy going on in the world today, and since we’re all pretty much stuck at home right now, might as well enjoy it.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoXVqBPMJs1
“You really shouldn’t write checks you can’t cash Princess,” Dean said, backing you up against the wall of the bunker library, pinning you between the wall and his body.
Hoisting you up into his arms as his mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
“Fuck you, Winchester,” you gritted out as his mouth continued his assault, and he makes his way down your neck to your pulse point, biting down hard enough to make you suck in a breath of shock.
“That’s the idea, Sweetheart,” he said, his breath fanning your overheating skin of the shell of your ear as he pulls it between his teeth, sending a shiver through your body, and a fresh wave of arousal to settle in your core.
Dean had been getting on your nerves ever since everyone was put in quarantine, pacing around, picking fights, chomping at the bit because he wasn’t used to being in one place this long without being able to blow off some steam somehow. You, being the smart ass that you were, made the stupid mistake of telling Dean he needed to go get fucked so he’d stop being such a whiny little bitch….
Well, he fully intended to do just that…
Pressing himself harder against you to help hold you up, he used one hand to free himself from his jeans and boxers, then jerking your underwear to the side; rutting his leaking erection against your already soaked core.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me already. Do you like being manhandled? Been thinking about me fucking you for a while now? I bet I’m the one you think about while you’re playing with that pretty little pussy of yours aren’t I baby?” Dean purred in your ear as he continued to rut himself against you, his tip puts just the right amount of pressure on your swollen clit.
You had a comeback, but it got lost in your throat and turned into a strangled moan as without warning Dean rears back and presses himself into your waiting core, filling you in one smooth thrust, giving you no time to adjust to him before he was ramming into you at a punishing pace.
All thought of smart ass remarks flew right out the window. The room filled the sounds of moans and grunts, skins slapping together, and the sound of Dean’s name falling from your lips as he pounded you to your release, the coil tightening in your belly with every thrust of his manhood against your already clinching walls; the tip of his throbbing cock hitting just the right spot with every deep thrust.
Your orgasm took you completely by surprise as with one more thrust of his hips your walls clamped down around him, his name falling from your lips along with a string of incoherent sounds as your orgasm washed over you, your body going limp against him as his own pace faltered and he spilled himself deep inside of you; coating our walls with his seed.
Grunts and whimpers leave his lips as stills inside of you, still holding you against the wall as you both came down from your high.
“Damn Y/N, we should have gotten quarantined a long time ago,” Dean said, his face still buried in your neck as he removed his now softening cock from you gently, sitting you back down on your feet, arms still around your waist.
You had a feeling this was going to be a very fun 14 days.
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