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kenzumekodma · 3 years

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: atsumu miya x reader (established relationship), osamu miya x reader

wc: 1910

warnings: consensual cucking, praise kink, body worship, voyeurism, spit, edging, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

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“‘Samu? Really? Outta all the people in the whole entire world, you had a crush on my brother? Before me?” Atsumu clutches his heart in feigned hurt.

“‘Tsumu, babe, baby, love. Light. Of. My. Life. You’re being dramatic. I just met him first and he fed me,” you giggle.

“It’s his job to feed people!”

“And I’m easily swayed!” you counter. “Besides, you have the same face, anyways. I ended up liking yours a little better, didn’t I?” You reach for his cheeks, intent on planting a kiss on his soft, petulant lips.

“Yeah, yeah, so ya say,” he pouts. His face softens into a smile the more you pepper kisses on him.

“Uh oh,” you say as you see his expression turn mischievous. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours now?”

“You said ya wouldn’t wanna do a sex tape, but…” he trails off.

“‘Tsumu…” you warn.

“Angel,” he teases, mimicking your tone. “I’m just sayin’, we could knock the ball over the net in two hits, if ya know what I mean.”

You quirk your eyebrow.

“Fuck my brother and let me watch,” he says.

And that’s how you wound up where you are, pulled into yourself to take up as little space as possible on the bed. Who were you to refuse when Atsumu had that glint in his eye? And, really, when you were quite possibly as curious about it as he was. Osamu, thankfully, didn’t need any convincing at all. You know you have nothing to be nervous about, but the nerves are there nonetheless.

“Doin’ alright, sweet pea?” Osamu asks you. You just nod. “What’s the matter, cat got yer tongue?” he asks, softer now. He moves to close the distance between you.

“Give her a minute, will ya? Let her adjust,” Atsumu mutters from his seat on the chair in the corner of the room. Osamu holds his hands up and sits on the edge of the bed a few feet away from you. You take a deep breath and relax your muscles.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Osamu doesn’t need much more than that to snap into action. He crawls to where you sit at the headboard, caging you in between his arms.

“‘M gonna treat ya so well, promise. You’ve got nothin’ to worry about,” he murmurs. You nod slightly. Steeling your nerves, you close the gap between his lips and yours, letting yourself melt away into the moment. “That’s a good girl. ‘Tsumu said you wanted me first. Should’ve told me, sweet pea. Could’ve been all mine,” he teases, a throaty chuckle leaving him at the sound of Atsumu growling in the background.

Osamu trails kisses along your jaw, your neck, sucking a light mark at your collarbone. Strong arms wrap around your thighs as he pulls you down further on the bed, letting your head fall against the pillows. He trails his fingers in light patterns along the skin of your thighs. He’s wanted you since he first saw you, and been resigned to the knowledge that you belong to Atsumu for nearly as long. Fuck if he won’t take his sweet time, fuck if he won’t savour every delicious moment he’s allowed to have you underneath him.

He nips at your breast, a path of pink nibble marks and wet, open mouthed kisses forming on his way to your nipple. He takes the pebbled bud between his lips and alternates between swirling his tongue around it and flicking his tongue quickly against it. God, the sweet, small moans his actions elicit make the wait worth it, so fucking worth it.

As he moves to give your other breast the same treatment, his cock strains against his underwear. One of your hands comes to lightly grip his hair, the other reaching down between your bodies to pay attention to his arousal.

“Don’t think so. Let me take it all in while I can, yeah? You can do what ya want with me after, promise, just. Let me have this. Please,” he murmurs. He takes your wrist in his hand, gingerly pinning it to your side. He’s gentle with you. It’s strange, given how you tend to like Atsumu being rough with you, but the change is far from unwelcome.

His lips meander down you, kissing every inch of skin he can get to. Hills and valleys of plush skin, all his for a limited time only. He presses soft, slow kisses to your tummy, to your mound, and you think he might finally touch your poor, neglected cunt, throbbing already with arousal. The lack of attention he pays to it only makes it worse. He continues making his path down your outer thigh, up your inner thigh, and you think once again he’ll take mercy on you. He just pauses to bite and tease your thigh with small kisses and faint licks.

“O-Osamu, touch me, please,” you whimper.

“She always this impatient for you?” he asks Atsumu. “Or d’ya just not fuck her the way she deserves, huh? Look at that, her pretty little cunt’s fuckin’ drooling for me,” he smirks. “Haven’t even touched it yet.” He finishes his tour of kisses along your other thigh, back up to your hips. Holding your legs apart at your groin, he finally licks a long stripe up your cunt, groaning as he collects your essence on his tongue.

“Just as sweet as I thought you’d be... Fuck, ‘Tsumu, you don’t take yer time with her, do ya? Should try it sometime,” he says, lips barely pulled away from your pussy. His words vibrate through your skin, causing you to whine and squirm for him.

Osamu lifts his eyes to meet yours, his smirk half hidden from you by your body but you can feel it. Every quirk of his lips, every breath, his little chuckle at your eagerness. You feel it all go straight to your burning core. He pushes himself up enough to make sure you can see him as he lets a trail of spit leave his lips and land on your cunt. With three fingers rubbing your clit, he lowers his head again and snakes his tongue into your pussy.

It’s not long before he has you nearing your climax. You feel like he has you wrapped around his finger, but if you only knew he was at the mercy of your little mewls, of the way you buck your hips and twist under him, of getting to experience you.

“P-please-!” you cry out. As if on cue, Osamu draws back from you, leaving you hanging. He kisses your mound, intent on distracting you to make you calm down more quickly.

“‘S’okay, baby, I’ve gotcha. Yer doin’ so well for me, lettin’ me play with you,” he says to you. Atsumu grunts from across the room, catching your attention. You can’t tell if he’s painfully jealous or enjoying the sight, trying to pretend it’s his blonde hair between your thighs instead of his brother’s dark brown locks. But one thing’s for certain from a glance to the prominent bulge forming in his pants -- he’s turned on beyond belief.

Osamu crawls up the bed and kisses you. He swipes his tongue at your lower lip, silently begging for access, needing you to know just how good you taste for him. He hooks his elbow under your leg, hoisting it over his shoulder. He thinks to himself that he doesn’t need to wait until he’s dead to see heaven, he’s certain this is the sight that’ll greet him at the pearly gates. He slides his cock against your pussy once, twice, coating it in the mixture of your juices and his saliva. As he’s about to push the head in, Atsumu speaks up.

“Go slow, she’s tight and likes to bite off more than she can chew. And, and she squeezes the life outta ya if you rub her clit while you’re pushin’ in the first time.”

Osamu nods and does as his brother suggests. He’s thicker than Atsumu, not quite as long, and the prominent veins along his cock rub just right along your walls. You could swear you’re seeing stars and he’s barely done anything. A lazy smirk crosses his lips as your breathing becomes more ragged the more he eases into you. With a final inch to go, he turns to look at Atsumu over his shoulder, his smirk turning to an impish grin as he snaps his hips into yours.

The way Atsumu’s face reddens when he hears your moans and cries for more makes Osamu sure he’s gotten under his skin.

“Yer a shithead, y’know that,” Atsumu says to him.

“Your girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so,” he retorts. He eases himself onto his elbows, letting your one leg wrap around him as he has the other pressed to your chest. “Isn’t that right, sweet pea?”

All coherent thoughts, words, anything, they don’t exist to you anymore. All that exists is Osamu and your ever nearing orgasm. “Y-yes, p-please, anything, just let me, lemme-” you moan.

“Ah, ah. Want somethin’ from you first,” he tuts.

“Hm? G-gonna do anything, whatever you w-want, promise,” you babble.

“Want you to say my name,” he says, his voice a deep rumble next to your ear. “I want you to say my name when you make a pretty little mess on my cock. Can ya do that for me?” The question is more of a formality than anything. You nod frantically. Your moans get louder as he angles his hips, grinding his pelvis against you clit.

“‘S-sam-, ‘Samu please, please,” you beg.

“Go ahead. So pretty when you beg, aren’t ya?” he coos. His voice comes out strained, not at all hiding the fact that he’s about as close as you are.

“Oh, f-fuck, oh-! ‘Samu, I-!” you squeal, feeling yourself tighten around him as he pushes you right to the edge. With one more slow, deep, thrust, you’re freefalling off the cliff of your orgasm. “Osamu-!” you squeal.

“Waited so, fuckin’ long, to hear my name, from your pretty, fuckin’, lips,” he pants. “Thank you, y/n, s-such a good, good girl for me,” murmurs as he fucks you through your release. The coil pulling taut in his abdomen threatens to rip from him entirely and he knows, he knows, he should pull out. But what if…

“‘Samu I swear to fuckin’ hell if you’re thinking what I think yer thinking…” Atsumu’s voice is low and threatening, but nothing can deter Osamu at this point. He steals a glance at where your bodies are connected. Seeing how your soft pussy stretches to accommodate him, how you’ve left a ring of creamy white around the base of his cock, it sends a rush straight to his head. Seconds later, he’s groaning, his hot, white spurts painting your insides.

“Gorgeous, so fuckin’ gorgeous. Did so well for me,” Osamu says. You let out a little whine as he draws his cock from you. Atsumu sits on the edge of the bed next to you and brushes a stray piece of hair from your face.

“Looked so good gettin’ stuffed full. I’m proud of ya, angel,” he says.

“You’d better earn your keep after that, ‘Tsumu,” you tease, a fucked out smile ghosting your lips.

By the way his eyes darken and the smirk that makes its way across his face, you know you’re going to be sore in the morning.

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bibliosophist · 3 years

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You may take this as a prompt request if you want to or just me thirsting to you (again)

Picture this:

MC is sitting next to one of the brothers on their bed wearing a top and some shorts, watching a movie together when MC leans into the brother's side and whispers into his ear: "I only want to let you know that I'm not wearing panties right now."

(AND THEN THEY FUCKED)

Sorry it took me a while to get to, I haven't had time to get on tumblr lately. Bc I made you wait I'll do all the brothers. Heads up I’m writing these while I’m pretty tipsy so I hope they all make sense lol

Movie Night + “I’m not wearing any panties” ft. GN MC (NSFW/18+)

Lucifer

You’re watching a documentary that he had imported from the human world. It’s drier than dust- something about politics that would make even The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire seem riveting.

Doesn’t visibly react at all.

Demands you remove your shorts, not taking his eyes off the television.

Once your lower half is bared, orders you to sit in his lap so that your back is against his chest and you have a leg on either side of his body.

Continues to watch the documentary as he fucks you with one hand, the other pressed against your abdomen, keeping your body close to his.

“Be quiet. You don’t want me to have to rewind this, do you?”

Moves his hand from your abdomen to your throat when you continue to moan.

Doesn’t stop until you’ve cum so hard your legs are shaking.

You’re nearing tears from overstimulation by the time the documentary is over. “Have you had enough?” he asks. You can only whimper in response.

“Too bad,” he chuckles as he lowers you on to your back. “You wanted my attention, and now you’ve got it.”

Mammon

Poor boy nearly has a heart attack.

“O-oi! You can’t just go around sayin’ stuff like that!”

You ask him what the problem is with the most innocent look you can muster.

“Waddaya mean what’s the problem?! I have a hard enough time controllin’ myself around ya as it is!”

Once you’ve assured him that you do not, in fact, want him to control himself, it’s like you’re a casino and it’s payday. He can’t seem to decide what he wants to do first. His mouth is on yours but his hands are everywhere.

He just can’t get enough of you and is perfectly content to do everything in his power to give you pleasure- his own is an afterthought.

When you finally manage to get a hand down his pants, you think his head may actually explode.

Once you start begging for his cock he drags you to the edge of the bed, slinging your ankles over his shoulders as he fucks you. He loves watching the faces you make.

Leviathan

You’re laying side by side in his tub watching a movie when you tell him.

He may have momentarily died. You aren’t quite sure.

Is he breathing?

“Levi? Levi!”

“W-why are you telling me that?!”

He absolutely, unequivocally does not believe that you could possibly have any interest in him.

You’re just teasing him, aren’t you? Who would want an icky ot-

Oh my God, what are you doing?

“Levi,” you say as you wrap him up in a hug. “It’s okay. Nothing has to happen unless you want it to.”

He stammers something into your hair. When you lift your head to ask him what he says, he catches your lips with his.

At first it’s a bit sloppy, but the longer you kiss the more confident he becomes.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. You shiver when you feel his erection pressed against your stomach.

You can actually feel his hands shaking as he holds you against him, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

“Can I show you how much I want you?” you ask, reaching for the ties of his pants.

He’s an actual human tomato, but he nods vigorously, lifting his hips so you can slide his pants and underwear down his thighs.

He bites on his hand to quiet the sounds he makes as you suck him off.

He slips his fingers in the leg of your shorts and soon you’re the one moaning.

You don’t fuck tonight, but if Levi’s reaction is anything to go by, you’ll have many opportunities in the future.

Satan

In the glow of the TV you can make out the smirk on his face.

Pauses the movie- an adaptation of one of his favourite books- pulling you into his lap before crushing his lips against yours.

Satan has beautiful hands, and he knows how to use them. He quickly has you undressed and begging for him.

He obliges, letting you unzip his trousers and pull his cock free.

One of the best things about Satan? He has a spell for everything. He speaks a few words and instant lubrication.

You shudder as he slides into you, the stretch is mind numbing. He guides you as you bounce on him, moving faster as that sweet fire begins to build.

Digs his fingers into your hips and slams you down the moment he feels you begin to clench around him. Holds you still with his cock deep inside you.

“Satan” you whine, trying desperately to move against him.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he unpauses the movie. “Do you not like being interrupted?”

Makes you warm his cock while he finishes watching. Every time you move, he backs the film up, adding to the length of your punishment.

When it’s over, though? Oh boy. You won’t be walking tomorrow, that’s for sure.

Asmodeus

“Neither am I!”

The movie is promptly forgotten.

He wastes absolutely no time in getting the both of you naked.

Asmo is nothing if not a tease. He spends an eternity kissing, licking, and sucking bruises into every inch of your skin. He’s got you begging by the time he makes it back up to your lips.

But as much as Asmo loves to tease, he loves to be worshipped even more. You aren’t getting anything until he feels properly appreciated.

You tell him how beautiful he is over and over again as you roll your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading precum over his flushed skin.

“Ah, one more time. Say it one more time,” he whines as you suck gently at each of his balls in turn.

It isn’t until you’ve got him biting his lip, a flush spreading up his chest, that he pulls away from you, pushing you onto your back in the middle of the bed.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he whispers as he kneels between your thighs.

You’d better not expect to get any sleep tonight, because the Avatar of Lust wants to make you feel just as beautiful and loved as you make him.

Beelzebub

Beel has a thing for human world cooking competitions, and you brought home a whole collection of them.

Honestly, you’re not sure how much more Chopped you can watch. Food is not at the forefront of your mind when you’ve got Beel in your bed.

When you lean into him and whisper that you aren’t wearing any panties, the focused demon takes a whole thirty seconds to react.

“Wh-what, (Y/N)? I thought you said...” he trails off, turning scarlet.

You look up at him through your lashes, nodding.

Sweet baby stares down at his hands clutched in his lap.

“Can... Would it be okay if I kissed you... there?”

There’s no sidestepping what this boy wants, even if it takes all his courage to ask for it.

Like you’d say no?

Lets you sit on his face while he demonstrates exactly what gluttony means.

Doesn’t stop, even when you nearly pull his hair out as a second orgasm crashes over you. He might be enjoying this just as much as you are.

You grip the headboard with one hand, reaching behind you with the other, wanting to feel his cock, to give him an ounce of the pleasure he’s giving you. You fumble- a lot- but eventually you do manage to get his fly open.

You spit into your hand before pumping it up and down the length of his shaft. He rocks his hips as you move, and even though together the motion is erratic it seems to work just fine for him, because before you know it he’s shuddering under you as he cums all over his chest and your bare ass.

Belphegor

“So?”

Glances over at you with a single raised eyebrow before returning his attention to the movie you’ve been watching.

You know he’s going to make you work for his attention, and you’ve come prepared.

“I just thought I’d let you know,” you say as you recline on your pillows.

He maintains a solid poker face, even as you begin stroking yourself through your shorts.

You catch him sneaking peeks at you out of the corner of his eye.

But you know you have his full attention when you bring lubricant and a vibrator out of your bedside table.

This demon is an absolute slut for toys. Lots of pleasure with very little work? Now you’re speaking his language.

Is happy to sit back and enjoy the show-- until he isn’t.

“That’s enough of that,” he says, snatching the vibrator out of your hand and tossing it out of your reach. “If you’re so desperate to cum, I’ve got something to get you off.”

Now it’s his turn to lay on the pillows as you fuck yourself on his cock.

Waits until you’re mid-orgasm to take over, grabbing handfuls of your ass and bouncing you up and down until you’re seeing stars.

You’ll definitely have bruises tomorrow, but it’s totally worth it.

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rockhoochie · 4 years

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Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

WC: 2,149

Warnings: 18+ Only, explicit sexual content, explicit language smut, fluffies, a little angst.

A/N: I’m just so happy I actually finished something 😃 This is entirely from Dean’s POV. It was challenging to do this, but I absolutely love being in Dean’s head, imagining the things he thinks about. I really hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed this! Let me know what you think - I’d love to hear from you ❤ Much love, hugs, and thanks to @babypieandwhiskey for the quick beta!

I really hate bein’ away from her.

Almost a month. A friggin’ month me and Sammy’ve been gone. Thought this was just gonna be a milk run, a one-two-wham-bam-adios-bitch.

But everything's gotta be complicated or it ain't for a Winchester.

Sam fell asleep an hour ago. I've been tossing and turning for two. I know if she was here I'd be deep in dreamland by now. Or maybe deep in her. Either way, she makes everything... better. Easier. Worth it. I can get a full eight hours when she's layin’ next to me, her head on my chest and hand over my heart. Her skin always feels so soft and warm against mine and she always smells so good, puts on this oil that Rowena mixed up for her - I think it's got lavender or somethin’ in it. There’s nothin’ I love more than fallin’ asleep with my arms around her, holding her close to me.

Sometimes I won’t let myself drift off and I’ll just watch her sleep. Not like in a creepy way, I just...I can't believe she's mine, and I'm scared that I'll blink and she won't be there. So I fight to keep my eyes open, so I can savor every second of how it feels to be with her. ‘Cause when the two of us are together, my world, it...stands still. No fights, no blood, no death - just me and her and nothing can break us.

I turn on my side and clutch the extra pillow, staring at the empty space in the bed. I wonder what she's doin'. Probably buried under a dozen blankets, watchin’ a rom-com she won't admit she likes. Eatin’ ice cream out of the carton, drinkin’ that fruity white wine she loves so much, thinkin’ I don’t know she’s wearin’ one of my flannels. But I don’t mind -she looks sexy as hell in my clothes.

Goddamnit I miss her - I'm usually only gone for a week, two tops. I ain't right without her. Can't believe I'm sayin’ this but I've never needed no one like I need her. She keeps me focused, calm. And on my really dark days, when I think I’ve just had it and I’m so tired of it all, she gives me a reason. She is the reason. I will never leave her, whatever it takes.

She always wants me to call her when I’m done with a hunt, give her an ETA so she can cook us “something that isn’t goddamn road food”. I tell her she doesn’t have to do that, seems kinda piggish and old-fashioned, but she tells me to shut up. It’s just a weird feeling, having someone that wants to take care of me, even in small ways like makin’ me breakfast. I never want her to think I take her for granted. So I make sure to stop at a Gas n’ Sip before Sam and I roll in. They sell single red roses, so I always grab one for her, along with a giant bag of gummy bears. It seems like a weak gesture, nowhere near a match of what I feel for her, but she loves it. She’s saved every flower I’ve given her, even dried a bunch of roadside wildflowers I gave her when we first met.

When my brother and I finally get home, she'll be there waiting; probably in the kitchen, wearin’ those cute pajama shorts and drowning in one of my shirts. She’ll run up and wrap her arms around me, standing on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. And I’ll hold her so close, slip my hand beneath her shirt so I can feel her skin. Then she’ll give me that look, the one that makes me wanna scoop her up and haul ass to the bedroom...but she’ll pull away with a wink ‘cause breakfast’s almost ready: coffee and pancakes and bacon and some kind of vegetable egg-white monstrosity for Sam and I’ll swear for a minute I’m in what heaven’s supposed to be like.

We’ll eat, talk about the hunt, throw back a couple of breakfast beers. Sam cleans up and I hit the shower, knowing she’s waiting for me. I’m already gettin’ hard while I wash up, imagining her gorgeous body beneath mine, thinkin’ about all the things I’m gonna do with her...

I just wanna crawl into bed with her and stay there for at least a day. Sundown to sunup, I just wanna worship her like the goddess she is.

She’s beneath the blankets when I come into the bedroom and lock the door. Then she gives me that smile, a smile that - when I first saw it - wrecked me in all the right ways. Any time she smiles it’s like I’m coming all undone and I can’t think of anything but her.

She stretches and sighs as I whip off my towel and slide in next to her. I take a minute to gather her up in my arms and feel the heat of her naked body warm me like a pool of sunshine. Needing the taste of her skin on my lips, I kiss her shoulder, her neck, and make my way up to her mouth. Her lips are so soft, so inviting as she parts them to let me in. I roll on top of her and kiss her hard, deep, sliding my tongue against hers as I fall under her spell. Her hands run through my hair and down the back of my neck, sliding across my shoulders. I shudder a bit because her touch feels so damn good. She wraps her legs around me, hips grinding slow and sweet, wanting. But I won't dive in, not yet. I wanna tease her, take my time... take in as much of her as I possibly can.

My lips leave hers and I start kissing her everywhere, slowly, from shoulder to shoulder and down each arm, all the way to each of her fingertips. Her hips move a little quicker, breaths coming faster. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and take the other in my mouth, running my tongue over her stiff nipple before catching it between my teeth. Her body arches and she moans, whispering my name and pleading. I let it go and move to her other breast, nipping and sucking while my hand runs over her stomach and further until my palm rests between her legs. She tries to open up more and buck against my hand. I can already feel how wet she is and I slip my finger along her folds and press slightly into her pussy. Holy shit, she’s so soaked and I need to feel her so I slide my finger all the way in and add a second. And I look at her as I drag slowly in and out, and fuck she’s beautiful - skin flushing, body trembling and aching, lips making those sweet, beautiful sounds I love so much. My thumb finds her clit and I rub gently, slowly, and I can feel her body start to give. I take her lips in mine again, swallowing her sighs and moans as I fuck her with my fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge. But I stop before she gets there. I have to taste her, make her come on my tongue.

She bends her knees as I kiss my way down her body, opening herself up to me. Then I drape her legs over my shoulders and brush my nose against her clit...fuck she smells delicious. I tease the both of us, lightly flicking my tongue on that sensitive little bud and kissing her inner thighs. I didn’t shave so I’ve got some stubble that makes her flesh turn a little pink and I know she absolutely loves that. She threads her fingers through my hair, her desperate whimpers and needy groans filling the room. I glance up at her - I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so marvelous in my goddamn life. My tongue dives into her and I lap up the tangy spice that drips from her like its goddamn ambrosia. Her arms fall to her sides and she goes slack again - I can feel the rush of heat coursing through her while her knees shake and then I feel her tense...I push my fingers back into her tight, perfect pussy, sliding and twisting until I find that spot and when I do, when she belts out something between a grunt and a cry, I wrap my lips over her clit and suck. Then I can feel it - her walls tightening, cunt clenching, getting even wetter until I finally make her explode, the sweet taste of her filling my mouth as she drenches my hand. I watch her while I slowly work her through it. Holy shit, she's looks incredible like this - skin flushed, eyes clamped shut, limbs trembling and chest heaving as she catches her breath. I swear I could spend hours doing this, just making her come and watching her fall apart.

It’s almost like I’m dumbstruck - I just stare at her, at this gorgeous woman who’s giving herself to me. When her eyes finally flutter open and meet mine, her gaze pierces right into my soul as she whispers, “Fuck me, Dean...please.”

My dick is throbbing, hard as steel and dripping with precome and I can't wait anymore. I grab my cock in my fist, line up, and slide in slowly, watching her cunt take me all the way in. She feels so...fuck, there’s not a word for it. Beyond good. More than amazing. Being inside of her is such pure ecstasy that I’m afraid my head’s gonna explode. I start to fuck her harder, faster, loving the way her tits bounce and her sighs turn into near screams. I press the pad of my thumb on her clit, circle a few times and she’s coming again, soaking and squeezing my cock so good and so tight and then that fantastic feeling hooks me... I’m gonna come, deep inside of her, fill her pussy up. I close my eyes and lean forward, my chest touching hers, the sweat from our skin all but gluing our bodies together. She wraps her legs around me, heels pressing into the small of my back, fingernails digging into the meat of my shoulders and I groan, the sensation if it all too much and not enough at the same time, I hear her mutter against my ear, all sultry and primal, “come for me...fucking come for me, baby…”. I open my eyes and get trapped in hers, letting go and getting lost in everything that she is. I thrust in deep and with a shout of her name I come, hard, spilling everything I got into her waiting cunt. I can feel her breath against my cheek as I empty into her, my elbows shaking, legs weak. She holds me tight when I collapse on top of her, my dick twitching in her warm heat as I come down. Her fingernails lightly scratch the back of my head and I shiver, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I can taste her sweet saltiness on my lips, still taste her on my tongue.

I groan as I slide out of her, missing her warmth already. But I roll onto my back and she tucks in, head on my chest and a hand over my heart. “I love you, Dean,” she murmurs, and I can feel her relax, her breaths becoming even. “Love you too,” I say, “so fucking much.” And then we drift off, holding one another until sleep has to tear us apart for a few hours. And I fall asleep feeling so damn lucky, so friggin’ astounded that I found this woman. I’d do anything for her - die a thousand deaths and make ten times as many deals just to keep her safe and near me.

And if she ever says she wants it, I’ll leave the life for her, no hesitations.

I can’t believe I found someone who makes me laugh and smile, who I’d share everything with and do everything for, who actually loves my sorry dysfunctional ass this much.

The motel clock says four am. Sam’s snoring and I’m still tossing and turning. I hope I didn’t pass her by. Maybe I already know her, have already loved her for a night or two, but couldn’t stick around long enough to realize it. But I gotta believe that’s not the case, that she’s still out there. Maybe one day, someday soon, I’ll find her waiting for me, ready to give me her heart and steal mine. But for now, I’ll just keep smokin’ the pipe dream, because a pipe dream woman is all I got.

~Fin

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