Song: The neighbourhood - Everybody's watching me

(I'd just like to mention that this has been in my drafts for a year :|)

You busted through the bunker door, heading straight to your room. "Hey, what's up?" Dean noticed you were tense, following you as you slammed and locked your bedroom door.
"(Y/N)!" He pounded on the old wooden door, leaving soon after finally realizing you weren't gonna answer. You took off your coat, flopping onto your bed. Today was long and stressful, and it didn't help you'd been horny since you woke up and you hadn't been able to do anything about it. You slipped off your jeans, running your hand over your crotch. A gasp escaped your lips, and you bit your bottom one to prevent being too loud. You didn't want Dean to hear you, but if he did you weren't complaining. Maybe he'd lend a hand. You closed your eyes and your thoughts trailed off to Dean. His hands caressing you, his lips kissing you, how good he'd feel in-- There was a knock at your door again. You stood up, leaving your pants unbuckled out of carelessness. Now you were upset, you never got privacy. You unlocked and opened the door, meeting eyes with Dean.

"You alright?" He asked, his eyes immediately going down to your unzipped pants. He could see a glimpse of your pale pink panties underneath.

"Yep, grand." You chucked back, not noticing he was repeatedly staring at your crotch. "Are you alright?" You said in a menacing tone as you chuckled.

Dean coughed and nodded, "I know you're stressed out, (Y/N), so am I. Maybe we could help relieve each other?" He sounded nervous, but hopeful and confident. Dean was used to getting his way. Was he trying to come onto you?

"Before I get ahead of myself, do you mind being more specific?" Your heart started racing at Dean's suggestion, and you nervously stood there inches away from his amazingly built body. It was as if Dean's body alone was seducing, but when he spoke, you were in a trance.

"Maybe this'll help." His words shook you and before you knew it Dean's lips were on yours. You could smell his taunting aftershave as your face pressed closer to his. His tongue didn't waste time exploring your mouth, and unintentionally you moaned into his. You could feel his lips stretch into a smirk as he became cocky, he knew what he did to you, what he did to every girl.

You backed up, not breaking the kiss. His body pushed you gently until your back hit the wall behind you.

"Pants, off." He informed. You quickly tugged at the clothing tightly hugging your hips, and pulled it down around your ankles. You stepped out of the jeans and left them there as Dean's shirt dropped onto it. You looked up and swore there was drool forming in your mouth, he was delicious. You needed him. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down slightly, teasing you. You could see his hips and patch of hair leading to his stomach. He smirked again, watching you gaze at his body as if you were a lost puppy.

He reached towards you and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Your hair laid over your shoulders neatly, but not for long. Dean stood over you, bending down to lick over the skin on your breasts. He cupped them both through your bra, grunting in satisfaction. You whimpered and Dean growled, pulling your breasts out of your bra. He licked over your nipples individually, his grunts vibrating the soft, sensitive skin around them.

"Dean please."

His eyes looked up at yours, a slight smile spreading across his face.

"You're needy, aren't you?" Dean chuckled, his tongue flicking against your nipple in mockery.

"Yes Dean, I'm needy." A whine slipped through your lips.

"Needy for what, (Y/N)?" He asked menacingly.

"Your cock, Dean." His tongue stopped flicking, and he engulfed your whole nipple making you shriek. His hands went behind you, groping your ass. Dean growled again, tightening his grip on it before he lifted you up in his arms. His lips met yours once again in a hungry, sloppy lust filled kiss. His lips sat against yours, his groans vibrating your lips. His hot breath patted against your panting mouth. He carried you over to your bed and pulled his pants down even lower, they hung well below his hips. You could see his straining bulge wanting to be freed. He pulled his boxers down and you gasped, becoming nervous at the size. Dean was girthy, and he could destroy you if he wanted to.

Dean eagerly spread your legs, his mouth moving between them. His mouth panted against your peach pink panties, and he stuck his tongue out to taste the juices that soaked through. Your head hung back and a moan escaped through your dry throat. You brought your eyes back down to Dean's, and his were already on you.

He kept licking at your underwear, your wetness completely seeping through to the other side. "You taste so fucking good." Dean let out a deep grunt. You quietly moaned, looking past Dean to see him touching himself.

He slid your panties aside and kept licking up your cum. You've never been this wet, and he's barely done anything.

"I can't wait any longer to feel you stretch around me, (Y/N)." Dean smacked your cunt and moved in closer between your trembling thighs.
I'm the Queen of blue balls. :3
I won't wait another few months to update this, but try and be patient for me. Thank you for all the reads, comments and votes. I appreciate it all <3 until next time. *Ignore spelling errors*

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