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starlight-library · 2 months

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IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

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This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

* * *

Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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deanbrainrotwritings · 6 months

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— STANDING NEXT TO YOU

SUMMARY : aka part two of scream (you make me feel like it’s Halloween). Just a continuation of the special night that is Halloween and the reader’s birthday.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, fluff, flowers, overstimulation, oral sex (f. receiving), spitting

WORD COUNT : 4.4k

A/N : title from jungkook’s song (THE LYRICS OMG 😫). saw @spnkinkevents and I was motivated to write a ‘part two’ for the previous story, hehehe. this was very fun, also glass dildos are so pretty.

There was nothing to hold onto above the pale, green car she was laid over. She could only grip the loose sleeves of the black robe Dean was wearing and she could see the white mask covering Dean’s face quite clearly even in the abyss around them.

Trembling and whimpering his name, she came for the sixth time that night just with his fingers. The cold of the car’s metal hood evanesced beneath her flushed and sweaty skin, and Dean’s fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Lascivious and wet sounds filled the garage, mingling with her panting and breathless praises for the pleasure Dean was making her feel.

No one has made her as wet as Dean has managed to, not daydreaming of Chris Evans or Oscar Isaac, and unfortunately, not even a fantasy with Henry Cavil. She couldn’t say that out loud though, it would go to Dean’s head, and she’d never be able to recover from it. Neither would the now-sensitive flesh between her legs.

Dean lovingly massaged her tense thigh with one hand. With the other, he rubbed his palm against her sensitive clit, still with his two fingers buried inside her warmth. Wetness was trickling down his knuckles, onto the car.

The movement of his hand slowly came to a stop. Hand trapped between her strong thighs, Dean pulled his two fingers out of her pulsing vagina and gently used his fingers to play with her slick and the cum on his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” he praised, spreading the essence of her orgasm over her labia and tender clit.

He lowered her legs from the hood of the car and pulled her underwear up her legs. She whined at his efforts to pull up the soft lace until they covered her soaked core, knowing it’ll feel uncomfortable, but appreciated it anyway. He made sure nothing was twisted and that she was comfortable before speaking up at last,

“So…” With his clean hand, he brushed some of her hair away from her face. Lovingly, he caressed her cheek and smiled softly behind the mask when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “How's it going so far?” He asked quietly, lowering his hand to ghost his fingers over her lip.

She opened her eyes again, pouted, and reached up to play with the mask, “I want to see you…” He laughed, pondered playfully and shook his head. “I want you to use your mouth… to kiss me everywhere… to taste me…” His fingers froze on her chin and he started to imagine the feeling of her skin beneath his mouth, the taste of her on his tongue.

“Y’know, that sounds awesome,” he started dreamily. He paused for a while, then wrapped his fingers around her small wrist to pull them away from his face again, “but it’s more fun like this.”

She crossed her arms over her chest playfully and looked away from the mask with a deeper frown. He grinned at her reaction, but pretended to ignore her by leaning over her, snaking his hands beneath her body to pull her body flush with his.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed..” he whispered lovingly, making a point of nuzzling her face with the Ghostface mask covering his face. His voice was filled with mirth when he added, “to continue this over there.”

“Dean, I don’t think I can cum that many times!” She exclaimed with disbelief, uncrossing her arms to push him back away from her gently.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure you can…” he teased, pulling her body towards him again so she was sitting up instead, and trailing his fingers down her spine. She shuddered and leaned against him. “But we can stop anytime you want,” he promised. Those simple words reignited the fire inside her.

It happened any time he verbally expressed the silent conversations between them, when he comforted her, put her needs first, took care of her, reassured her, checked in with her… especially when he did it during sex. No one else would treat her as amazingly as Dean did. She felt so damn lucky Dean was actually the type of man who didn’t complain about the bare minimum, who didn’t need to be told, who knew how to read the room…

She gripped his sleeves tighter and moaned softly, he blinked in bewilderment at her reaction. “Ah, fuck,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hummed curiously. “Why do I still want you to make me cum?” She complained, squeezing him.

“So… that’s a yes?” He chuckled, slightly lifting her up off the hood of the car.

“Yeah, definitely,” she conceded excitedly, but screeched hilariously when he easily pulled her body over his shoulder. “Dean! Wai- please,” she laughed, grasping the black robe tightly at his sides.

“Careful, honey, I’m just taking us to my room,” he laughed softly, then gave her ass a hard swat that caused her to choke on a laugh, a moan leaving her instead. “If we weren’t walking down these stairs, I’d finger your pretty little pussy the whole way there,” he informed her, sliding one hand up the back of her thigh to brush his fingers against the wet spot on her underwear.

“I’m so not against that..” she giggled, feeling the blood slowly begin to rush to her head and her face becoming hot.

“Don’t tempt me… I already have a plan..” He warned, a hint of a small in his deep voice.

“Oh.. that’s really cute, Dean,” she teased, swatting his own ass from her current position when he finally got to the last step at the bottom. He laughed, soft and sexy. “How long have you been planning this?” She wondered curiously, crossing her arms.

“Uh… since Valentine’s Day,” he admitted, almost shyly. She beamed… at his ass really, but that wasn’t the focus, as great as it looked with each swish of the very smooth robe.

“Valentine’s Day was great,” she sighed dreamily.

“Remember when romance made you cringe viscerally and the thought of sex made you—and I’m quoting you here—wanna vomit from your vagina?” She bursted out laughing, wiggling around uncontrollably as she tried to breath. He ended up lowering her from his shoulder so she faced him, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, clinging to him as she laughed into his neck.

“Well.. I’m glad you proved me wrong instead of letting me date some asshole who’d prove me right..” she said when she calmed down, then frowned at the mask on his face. Quickly, it was hot to stare at it, when he tilted his head and squeezed the bottom of her thighs.

There were so many unspoken words, some overdue that hung in the air. Both of them just somehow knew what they wanted to say, what they meant with their words or lack thereof. She broke the comfortable silence to ask, “how’d you come up with this?”

Dean snorted and kicked the door to his room open as he replied, “Charlie said she did the same for Stevie… I thought I’d give it a try….” He trailed off, then stared at the fake candles he’d turned on and the different flowers that decorated his room. There was some Halloween spirit, like the string of colourful, plastic spider LED lights that hung from the shelf above his bed. He set her down and turned her around to look at what he prepared for her. “But it’s up to you to decide whether this was a good idea or not.”

Everything in her body slowed down almost to a stop as she analysed and examined Dean’s room. A smile slowly crept onto her face and she was so happy she started tearing up. Dean had a habit of going all out…

She could see a couple of red tulips on his now-empty desk, the scent of orange blossoms wafted up her nose and she could see them placed randomly around the room. There was a set of daffodils on the table beside his door, a bundle of both pink and red carnations resting on the green couch. It was random, but cute.

Some things stood out, odd in the midst of a completely romantic setting, such as the green cooler that was usually in the Impala, a pot on his desk next to the flowers, an opened box on the table next to the daffodils… but other than those oddities, it was adorable and hot that he did all this.

“This is why you wanted me to run?” She asked softly with a huge smile on her face, glancing back at him.

“Yup,” he replied simply, exuding shyness. He walked around and took the bouquet of flowers he’d set in the middle of the bed. The bouquet of flowers that he prepared for her himself—well, with some help from Donna and the nice lady at the flower shop.

“Oh, come on, you’re supposed to be scary right now…” She became flustered and just stared at her favourite flowers—Lily-of-the-valleys and forget-me-nots—mixed together prettily in his hands. She looked up at him while chewing on her lip and noticed his anxious body language. “I’m kidding, I love it when you’re shy, but please… let me see you right now,” she murmured, reaching up to lower the hood of the robe.

He nodded to let her take the mask off, too, ignoring the smack it made when it fell to the ground. A blush had suffused across his face and she smiled lovingly at the sight of him, his cheeks visibly a shade pinker even in partial darkness. He leaned into her soft hand when her thumb brushed softly against his freckled cheekbone and he squeezed the flowers as his eyes fell shut.

“I love you,” she told him tenderly, then wrapped her other hand around the flowers to accept them. He didn’t let go of them, instead, he stepped closer to her, leaning forward and nuzzled into the side of her face. His lips brushed softly against her cheek and she smiled, her beating fast.

He wrapped his free arm around her and started to walk her backwards until they got to the side of the bed. “So…?” He asked when he pulled away, then bit his lip.

She looked up at him through her lashes and finally pulled the flowers away from him to admire them. Her gaze flickered down to them and she chuckled softly, brushing her fingers against the white and blue petals of the two different flowers. She lifted them up to her face, burying her nose into them, the scent of springtime filling up her senses and reminding her of Dean.

“I mean, clearly, I love them,” she finally answered and breathed them in once again.

“That’s really.. awesome,” he commented distractedly, taking the bouquet from her despite the dramatic frown that settled over her face. He set them down in the cute pot on his desk and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

He turned around with some bobby pins—after rifling through a drawer—and some baby’s breath in one hand. He stepped close to her and reached up to her hair, fixing it so that he could clip some of the pretty and small, white flowers on each side of her hair. His green eyes moved across her face lovingly, slowly taking in every inch of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a reverent smile.

She averted her gaze and pursed her smiling lips, nodding bashfully. A darker shade of pink settled on her cheeks and she cleared her throat, before glancing back up at Dean who looked way too smug all of a sudden. “I think you’ve had a long enough break…” he trailed off seductively, his fingertips ghosting up her hip, curving up to her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Need anything? Water? Tea? A snack?” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he slowly lowered each bra strap.

“Uh, I’m… a bit thirsty,” she replied quietly, closing her eyes and letting her body move in sync with his. Her head tipped to the side so he could leave a trail of hot kisses across her chest. His mouth remained on her clavicle as his teasing fingers travelled down her body to pull her underwear off, leaving her only in those long, white thigh-highs.

“Lay down,” he ordered gently, bumping a finger under her chin affectionately. “I have another gift…” he trailed off, walking towards the couch where he had the green cooler which usually remained in the backseat of the impala.

“The water..?” She asked jokingly, climbing into the bed where there were Heliotropium and Cleome flowers scattered around. She picked a few up off the bed distractedly and watched him pull out a cold bottle of water with droplets of melted ice falling to the floor and around his hand. She bit her lip and looked back up at him, his gaze knowing and flirtatious.

He licked his lips and smiled, his eyes dropping down to her breasts and her parted legs. She opened her mouth, silently asking for water, like a little bird. His eyes flickered back up to her face. As he began unscrewing the cap, she closed her eyes and waited, feeling him standing with his knees pressed into his bed. He quietly closed the bottle up again.

He instead grabbed her chin and tilted it upwards, her lips remained parted, but she opened one eye curiously. He was taking too long, and she opened both eyes to watch him with confusion, glancing down at the closed water and then up at his face again. She swallowed when she saw the mischievous shimmer in his green eyes, her hands slowly moved up to his wrist as he towered above her.

He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, asking her to open up again while he collected saliva in his mouth. Her face heated up and her pussy clenched around nothing as she watched him. She even leaned closer to him and let him spit in her mouth when he was done. She stared him in the eyes, her body on fire with lust. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth, mixed her own saliva with his, and swallowed.

“Dean…” she whined softly, tugging him towards her. “Please,” she begged, taking the bottle from him to let it fall on the bed. He didn’t budge, so she led his hand down between her legs and slowly started to grind against his palm.

“Isn’t it better like this?” He asked, his voice gruff. He bowed to brush his lips against her parted mouth, breathing in her airy breaths. He pecked her lips and pulled away teasingly, so she’d chase his lips for another kiss, then dove back in for a slightly deeper kiss. “Depriving you… of my mouth… for so long… that you… end up wanting it… real badly… even when.. it’s already on yours…?” He asked between deep kisses, letting her use his hand for her pleasure.

She moved her hand away from his wrist to hold his face in her hands, taking control of the kiss. She bit down on his plump lip, tugged on it gently before she sucked softly, drawing a growling moan from him. “I could fucking devour you,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I know you can…” He smiled, rubbing quick circles on her clit, only to suddenly stop.

“No.. Please… fuck me,” she nearly sobbed.

“Soon,” he vowed hoarsely, randomly reaching out to tease her nipple with two fingers. He got the desired effect and smirked when she cursed under her breath, squirming impatiently and arching needily into his touch. “Lay down.. and have some water while I get things ready again, sweetheart.” He licked at his palm, tasting her arousal on his skin, and made his way to the box on the table by the door.

His body hid whatever it was from her, but as he turned around, she saw he had something wrapped in one of his hand towels and a bottle of lube in his other hand. She distractedly reached out for some water and took large amounts of it until her mouth regained its moisture. He was using the towel to clean it up or to dry it up. Once he was satisfied, Dean revealed a surprisingly artistic and large glass dildo.

“Whatcha think?” He asked with a grin, climbing into bed with her.

“It's pretty,” she replied, eyeing the long clear and pink glass.

“It goes with the heart one I bought for Valentine’s Day,” Dean explained, wiggling his brows. She nodded and giggled, eyeing the pink, crescent moon-shaped end of the dildo.

“Are you trying to tell me you want the glass tentacle one?” She teased. He faltered at her words and sputtered, denying any such thing. Despite being flustered, he snapped open the scentless lube with one hand and parted her legs. She eyed him knowingly, ignored the tickle of delicate flower petals on her skin, and relaxed on the bed.

“Can you get naked now, too?” She asked, focusing on his movements. He squeezed some lube onto the dildo and moved his hand up and down along the length of it to evenly spread the liquid.

“In a little,” he grinned cheekily, lowering himself down in the space between her open legs. He dropped the lube and the small, blue towel next to her body and kissed her knee. She smiled and bit her lip, extending her hand to pat the top of his head playfully.

He looked up at her through his thick lashes, narrowed his eyes at her, and trailed his lips up her thigh to plant a kiss on her clit. She breathed shakily and laughed softly, burying her fingers in his soft hair.

“Ready?” He asked, pushing two fingers into her pussy and teasing her clit with the smooth tip of the glass. She moaned a little ‘yes’ and her walls clamped down around his thick fingers. For good measure, he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her around his skilled fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of her, wrapped his arm around her thigh to spread her open. His wet fingers dug into her flesh and he leaned forward to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue as he gradually pushed the lubed up toy into her warm walls. The glass felt cold inside her and she gasped at the sensation. She tipped her head back when he started to pull out only to push in deeper, and slowly let herself fall back onto the flower-covered bed.

He circled her clit with his tongue, drooling onto her pussy, and made sure she knew he was only planning to push the toy halfway into her. She whined softly, her back arching and hips moving in an attempt to make him push in deeper.

“More,” she whispered, but mewled his name when he purposely and expertly pressed into the spongy tissue on the front of the inside of her vagina. He repeated the motion over and over and placed his mouth back on her clit, using his lips to toy with it to make her more frustrated.

“No, we’re starting like this,” he mumbled against her clit. His pink lips brushed gently on her clit and occasionally, he would lap on it up and down.

“S-starting?” She gasped, reaching up to cup her breast in one hand while keeping the other on the back of his head.

“Unless you wanna start deep first?” He asked, pushing the toy two inches deeper. Having a round middle, the dildo brushed both against her g-spot and something else inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. “That’s right, baby, you sound so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, lifting his face to kiss the base of her stomach. “Want it deeper?” He inquired, deliberately trailing wet and hot kisses up her body. “There’s still a bit left.” He sat up on his legs and pushed the dildo in the rest of the way in so only the moon-shaped end remained outside of her.

She squirmed eagerly when it brushed against her cervix, her toes curling and legs spreading wider. He let go of the toy and sat up to pull his costume off. She opened her eyes at the sound of his clothes ruffling. She scrutinised him and lifted her body up by leaning against her elbow as he tortuously pulled the robe upwards and off his body. She reached down to pump the toy in and out of herself, casually staring up at him when he stood on his knees between her legs in his black boxer briefs.

He contemplated her hungrily, biting his lip.

“Wanna fuck yourself with it, baby?” He murmured and palmed at the tent in his boxers.

“I just wanted to show you how much I wanna cum again,” she panted out a laugh, stared down at his hand that rubbed at his erection over the cotton of his briefs, “take it all off, Dean.” He chuckled and looked away, then did as she asked. He got off the bed and pulled them down slowly, but instead of positioning himself between her legs again, he grabbed his pillow to place it under her hips.

“I already know how much you love dick,” he teased with a huge smile, waiting beside her on the bed to place the pillow where he knew she would appreciate it.

“Yours,” she corrected, and stopped pushing the glass in and out of herself to lift her hips just enough for him to push it beneath her. He kissed the top of her head and then her forehead, and regained control of the movement of the toy.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked quietly, kissing her shoulder. He was still sitting beside her and searched for her lips, for a kiss. She laughed softly, turned to face him instead of at the hand shoving the toy into her.

“I want you,” she murmured against his cheek. She trailed her lips over to his and kissed him gently, “but right now, I want you to show me what you had planned for me tonight.” He sucked on her bottom lip and teased it with his tongue before pushing it into her warm mouth.

He temporarily stopped pleasuring her with the dildo, kept it shoved inside her to circle her clit with his thumb. She held the side of his face to angle his mouth for a more passionate kiss, then reached down to wrap her forefinger and thumb around the head of his cock when he deepened the kiss the way she wanted.

“Can you cum for me at least three times tonight?” She asked, kissing down his neck and sucked softly on his pulse until she left a mark. He moaned loudly, sliding his leg beneath hers as he spread his. “Cum like this—on my hand, then in my mouth, and then inside me…” she explained, her pussy clenching around the slippery, glass dildo.

She licked and nibbled on his neck and thumbed the leaking tip of his cock, pulling away from him to admire the pleasure on his pretty face. She smeared the precum over the tip and trailed her fingertips down teasingly to massage his balls instead.

“Fuck.. I’ll do that, baby,” he agreed. She kissed him in response and let go of his dick when he started to move in between her legs again. He leaned over her and gave her a smug little smirk that she couldn’t resist. She smiled up at him shyly and spit in her hand before gripping his cock again.

He immediately started up again, mercilessly fucking her with the toy so she nearly became unfocused on his cock in her hand. He kissed her deeply, teeth clashing, tongues licking, sucking and biting passionately at each other lips and tongues. She synchronised each jerk of her hand with the thrust of the dildo inside her, swallowing his grunts and throaty moans.

She squeezed his cock at the same time that she clenched around the toy, and snaked her free hand behind his head again. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the concrete walls. Her quiet moans increased and her gasps became more ragged. It wouldn’t be the first time she came without clitoral stimulation.

She still ached for more, even at the edge an orgasm. She moved away from his mouth with a loud moan, but continued to jerk him off sloppily. His hips moved forward into her hand and he began to kiss down her neck, his wet lips desperately sucking and kissing at her skin. In between the hot sounds he made, he growled her name and praised her, verbalising all the things he loved about her.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he murmured, shallowly pumping the dildo inside her. Knowing her body, the tip of the dildo tapped pleasurably against her cervix, the rest of the toy was angled to rub at her g-spot and other pleasure zones inside her. She grunted softly and roughly pulled at the strands of his hair despite the delicious graze of his teeth against her pulse.

“Please, cum with me,” she moaned, clamping down on the now-hot glass inside her. “I wanna hear you, Dean,” she begged breathlessly, his cock throbbing hotly and twitching in her soft hand. He grazed her earlobe with his teeth and hummed deeply, sounding almost like a growl as he spilled on her hand and her skin. She squeezed him tightly in her hand, holding him close as she orgasmed, murmuring his name like a quiet worship.

She trembled beneath him and guided his wrist to move the toy out of her. “Fuck, my poor pussy…” she whined with a laugh, letting go of his soft dick. She pushed him off her gently to squeeze her thighs together tightly.

“You okay?” He asked with concern, dropping kisses along her face.

“Oh. Yeah… I just need to come again,” she admitted, allowing him to part her legs with a hand. He chuckled at her and took the dildo from between her legs which was visibly coated in her come.

“Yummy,” he grinned down at her, licking the glass. She watched with darkened eyes, her breath catching when he sucked at the tip. It was new and erotic to watch him do that.

“That’s so hot, Dean,” she moaned, “please.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, and collected his cum from her stomach and pelvis with the dildo. “Well, I can use this beauty to shove my cum inside you. D’you want that?” He asked with a playful smile, biting his lip.

“Yes.”

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