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Beg For It (Part 3)

Umm guess it’s continuing...more to come soon. Slowly moving everything to AO3, since tumblr is a dying form of creativity and no ones reading...

Oh, take a listen to this because it vibes with the mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNq7p_8M70U

“Get the fuck out of here” I rolled my eyes, shooing them away with the back of my hand. “I’m going home Dean.”

“Aww come on, don’t you wanna play with me?” That questioned elicited another eye roll from me, which was kinda hard since he looked so damned charming grinning at me with that fucking obnoxious sly smile and cocked eyebrow.

I jumped up, covering my upper half, I don’t know why, this man’s just seen my soul, but ya know…”Where are my underwear?”

“You’re really leaving?”

He looked disappointed, which surprised me, a little concerned frown showing on his face. I figured I’d given up enough of my dignity for one night, and I was ready to go collapse in my own bed. And honestly, I don’t know what’s going on here, or what the future was gonna hold, and truthfully, I didn’t really wanna know at this moment. My body was sore, and I was exhausted. I just shrugged, trying to find my clothes.

He tugged my forearm, softly pulling me back down to sit on the bed. “Come on, it’s late, you might as well stay.” A sigh took over my body, still unsure. He must have read my indecisiveness as his grip loosened more.

“You hungry?”

“I could eat, since ya know, I didn’t get to finish my dessert.” I cleared my throat, trying to be funny, earning a glare from Dean. “Better watch that mouth.”

If I keep rolling my eyes, they’re going to be permanently stuck, this man and his procacity.

“Wait here.” He jumped up, throwing his boxers on, darting out of the room. I resigned myself, pulling on my panties and one of Dean’s t-shirts that I helped myself to from his dresser drawer. He came back a few minutes later, 2 forks and a plate of chocolate cake in hand, sliding back in bed next to me.

We mirrored one another, sat, leaning back against his headboard, legs outstretched, tousled sheets and blankets scattered around us.

“Put on a movie.” My mouth was full of cake, digging in for another bite. “Something funny.”

He shook his head but agreed, grabbing the remote, flipping through the channels, waiting for me to speak up. “Anything specific?”

“Ooh, stop! I love this one!”

His eyebrow lifted, lip snarled, looking confused. “This movie’s fucking awful.”

I removed the fork from the cake, pointing at him,“How DARE you insult Grease 2? You’re just jealous you can’t be a T-Bird.”

“Yeah, I’m dying to be a greaser who sings in bowling alleys, you have terrible taste.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, turning to look at him, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Don’t I know it!” He glared at me as I shrugged. “You said it, not me. I mean, you’re no Michael Carrington. Let me guess, your favorite movie is The Godfather, or Scarface.”

“They’re classics!”

“Classic bullshit.”

“Whatever, you don’t know what you’re talking about, have you even seen them?”

“I’ve seen enough to know they’re boring and uninteresting.”

“ You’re bo…” He stopped, catching himself.

My eyebrow raised waiting for him to continue. “You gonna finish that sentence?”

He flustered for a second, “You just don’t know a good thing when you see it.”

I blatantly ignored that comment, resuming singing along to ‘Cool Rider.’ “I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R,” I probably looked and sounded ridiculous, but at that moment I didn’t really care. It was a very strange comfort in just being my silly self around him. I could hear him snickering beside me, causing me to sing louder, making a show out of it.

I don’t know if he was laughing at or with me honestly, as he shook his head, seemingly amused. “How many times have you seen this?”

“Ugh, fine Mr. Dull, shut it off.”

His face softened, looking apologetic almost “I didn’t mean..” I interrupted him, annoyed. “No, it’s fine, I’m tired anyway, let’s just go to bed.”

“Look, I’m…”

“Dean! It’s fine ok, just, shut off the light.”

He sighed, leaning over to flip the switch. I turned over, toward the window overlooking the city, colored lights sparkling against the pitch black sky, pulling the blankets over me. I quickly felt exhaustion consume me, as Dean’s warm body settled in next to mine.

I woke up feeling hot, attempting to kick the blankets off. Dean’s left arm draped across my chest, face buried in the back of my neck. His body was curved into mine, like a puzzle piece, perfectly fitted. My mouth was dry and I needed to pee, badly. Dean stirred, his nose nuzzling my skin, breathing hot air against it. He let out a quiet low “mmm” and pushed himself flush with my back, tightening his arm around me. My eyes fluttered, much too affected by his closeness. His body firm and warm, arms like a rock, holding me tight.

I almost didn’t want to move, but my bladder was telling me otherwise. I heard him whisper my name, almost too low for me to hear, as his fingers twitched gently, lightly caressing my stomach. Fuck.

I felt his lips murmur on the side of my neck, quietly humming “Babyyyyy.” His hand trailed farther down, fingertips tickling the skin on my inner thigh. He traced an invisible line, slowly, as slow as you could go without being completely still, to the edge of the fabric covering me, while moving his lips to rest on my shoulder, breath stammering slightly.

A quiet moan escaped my mouth as his middle finger slid inside my panties, reaching my core. He traced another line, excruciatingly slow, up and then back down, instantly causing me to flood. I don’t know how long this went on for, my head was in the clouds, before his index finger joined, dipping into me even slower and back out to rub down my clit. He worked carefully, with exquisite precision, and painfully lackadaisical.

His mouth stayed parked on my shoulder, still quietly blowing hot air against me, his lips occasionally leaving a sticky kiss, or a gentle scrape of his teeth against my skin. His grip was still firm, his body barely moving behind me.

I pushed my own body back closer, fully packed against him, feeling his erection pressing into me. I rolled my hips backwards against him, needing to feel more. His fingers pressed more firmly as my clit was pinched between them, causing a slightly louder yelp.

I shifted a bit, my arm reaching back to dip inside his boxers to grip his cock. I used my thumb to circle the tip, collecting the moisture to work his shaft. His teeth collided with my shoulder, releasing the sexiest raspiest moan I’ve ever heard, his fingers working even harder against my wet skin. My head rolled back against the pillow, biting my lip, trying not to scream. I was absolutely soaked, and this felt like a dream.

I felt his fingers slide back inside, pumping me at a steady, but casual pace. I worked in time with his rhythm, stroking the smooth veiny skin of his dick up and down, making sure to circle and caress the head for the full feeling. His body loosened, rocking against me, his breaths becoming more labored and heavier. I could feel my stomach tighten, the climax rising as his thumbpad held still, rubbing my clit in circles. My grip on him tightened, then loosening, losing my control on it. I shimmied back farther into him, rubbing my ass against his hardness, as my hand released, placing it atop his, pushing to feel more pressure against my most sensitive spot. My breath became uncontrollable, loud wooshes of air mixed with inaudible squeaks, feeling like an elevator was rushing to the top of my head. I squeezed his wrist, pressing even harder, turning my head to bite the pillow to control the inevitable shriek that was about to occur. Dean bucked against me, grinding his covered erection against my ass, groaning with only a whisper. The fire was climbing, my eyes squeezed shut, mouth buried into the fluffy pillow letting loose a shivered lengthy caterwaul as I reached climax on Dean’s fingers.

My body was stiff for a moment, forgetting how to move, and breathe. The air was hot, and sticky, my mouth still phenomenally dry. Dean relaxed too, his hand casually removing itself from my panties, rolling to his back. I wasn’t sure what to do, I was still coming down, and still needed to use the bathroom. I laid there for a moment, deciding to peek. Dean looked peaceful, eyes closed, hands crossed against his chest.

Was he sleeping? Dreaming? Did he know what just happened? I whispered his name, giving him a gentle nudge. “Dean? Hey. Dean? What the hell?” My face contorted, confused. I shook my head, getting up and out of bed.

I immediately booked it to the bathroom, and taking a drink straight from the tap. After I finished my business, and washing my hands, I took a gaze at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, pink, my pupils slightly dilated. “Shit.” I don’t know what just happened, but it felt so fucking amazing, and I don’t even know if he knew was awake? I suddenly felt apprehensive, unsure of what to do. I made my way back to the bedroom, reading the clock at 5:24AM. Dean was on his side now, blissfully asleep, a peaceful look on his face.

Not wanting to face the awkwardness in the morning, I got dressed and called a cab home.

I peeled off my clothes, and immediately hopped into bed, hoping I’d fall asleep quickly. It took 48 minutes, and endless loops of the past 24 hours before I did.

The weekend was a blur, I slept a lot, I caught up on my household chores, I called Brian to apologize, again. He was cool about it, asking for a raincheck. I told him I was super busy but we’d catch up at work, not really looking forward to that conversation, considering I still had no idea what was happening with me and Dean. Or work.

When my alarm went off Monday morning, I was still unsure, but my bank account said I had no other options and if I didn’t want to be homeless, I’d have to go to work. Being an adult is for the birds man.

I strolled in, the papers Dean tossed still on the floor in front of my desk. I sighed, taking a seat, warming up the ancient computer in front of me.

“Hey, thanks so much for taking Dean home Friday, those clients were super important.” Joe had wandered over sitting on the edge of my desk, thanking me, also adding in he owed me one. “Yeah, you definitely do, let’s start with some coffee.” He gave me a wink, “Sure.” proceeding to get up and wander back off down the hall.

Still waiting for the computer to boot up, my mind wandered, flipping through Friday night’s events like a movie trailer. A million butterflies fluttered around my stomach, my temperature rose, remembering the way he made my body hit a high note every time he touched me. I wriggled in my chair slightly, a uncomfortable sensation making its way to my core. I was knocked out of my daydream, slightly startled when a cup of coffee was set down in front of me.

“You alright?” Dean looked down at me, his brow furrowed.

I straightened up, removing my fist from under my chin. “Huh? Yeah, why?”

He just shook his head, an amused grin on his face, and walked away.

I took a sip from the cup, inhaling the sweet scent. It was exactly how I like it, I don’t know how he knew? Wait, did Dean just bring ME coffee? Must have been from Joe. I was yet again startled when the intercom went off, Kyle this time asking me to bring him some files.

The rest of the day was uneventful, I was distracted from my own thoughts, thank god, running around calling clients and scheduling meetings for the team. I missed Brian thankfully, I had no idea what to say to him anyway. I saw Dean leave around lunch, but I don’t think I saw him come back, maybe I was out, or…I don’t know. I made my way to his office before I left for the day, to drop a file he’d been looking for, to find it empty. I dropped the folder, exiting the room, catching Joe on the way out.

“Hey, have you seen Dean?”

“Uhh…not since lunch, I think he had a meeting.”

I nodded, giving him a halfhearted smile. “Oh, I just, he wanted this file, but umm yeah, I’m out for the day, see you tomorrow, thanks for the coffee.”

“Oh shit, I forgot, I’m sorry.”

I paused, “But …” I stopped myself, shaking my head, yet again, confused. “Now you owe me lunch AND coffee, I’ll collect tomorrow.”

“Sure, sure, I won’t forget.”

“Mmhmm, better not, see you in the morning.”

We parted ways, leaving me scratching my head wondering why Dean never came back, I usually go to meetings with him, but he didn’t mention this one to me at all. It has been a weird day, because besides this morning and the coffee thing, which was also strange, I hadn’t heard a thing from him. I was still trying to figure out if he even remembered what happened that night, or why he hasn’t said anything at all about, well, any of it. Maybe I was overestimating him. Maybe this was just some stupid moment of weakness, or moments. My paranoia will be the death of me, why did I even care in the first place?

I took the opportunity to leave at a normal time since Dean wasn’t keeping me, to do some shopping and catch up with some friends. My mind strayed often, thinking things I shouldn’t, reminding myself to snap out of it.

The next morning Joe made good on his promise and a hot cup of coffee was waiting for me when I got in, complete with a little “I didn’t forget” post it and a sloppily drawn smiley face attached to the cup. My intercom immediately went off, before I even sat down, Dean calling me into his office.

I set my purse and jacket on my chair, and made my way down the hall, pausing before I entered. I rarely know what to expect anymore.

I opened the door, seeing his chair empty. I pushed it open fully, seeing Dean in front of his large picture window in the corner, gazing out over the city.

“You rang?” He stayed still, his arms crossed over his chest. I was unsure if I should say anything else, go over to him, or leave, so I waited a few seconds to gauge the situation. The room itself was dim, lights overhead off, leaving shadows across the wall. “Close the door” His body still faced the window, stance the same. His voice was calm, a little unnerving honestly.

I did as he said, quietly shutting it, feeling a lump in my throat. He turned to face me, eyes slightly narrowed, just taking a moment to look at me. I felt awkward, my hands twisting in each other, staring back, attempting to ascertain his expression. It was definitely a serious one, something I hadn’t seen before.

He walked toward me, slowly, stopping a few inches away. His head lowered, locking eyes with mine, just…searching them. His thumb came to rest on my cheek, laggardly rubbing it against my skin, eyes still focused. My eyes fluttered when his lips made contact with mine, the softest, stickiest succession of kisses placed, his hand making its way up into my hair.

His tongue dipped out licking my bottom lip, causing my head to spin. It glided languidly, carefully, dragging along the delicate skin, moving to meet my own tongue. His grip tightened in my hair, gracefully pushing my head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, stealing my breaths. I don’t remember much kissing…before, this was definitely a new experience to add to the list of things Dean continues to surprise me with.

Our heads bobbed and swerved, tasting each other. My hands found their way to his jacket, grabbing his lapels to bring him closer. He moaned, god, that sound, into my mouth when I bit his bottom lip, sending my brain into a spiral. He had my body, once again, reacting crazily to him. His free hand roamed down my side, coming to rest on my lower back, pushing me as close to him as possible. The kiss intensified, breaths heavy and fleeting, gentle groans and moans emitted momentarily.

The intercom buzzed, alarming us. “Dean, your client is here, she’s waiting in the lobby.”

I pulled back, pinching my bottom lip, looking down at the floor, trying to bring my heartrate down. Dean buzzed back, saying he’d be out in a minute. He walked past me, out the door not saying a word.

I turned, staring at the open door, stunned. I took a few minutes to collect myself, smoothing my hair, breathing deliberately to get it back to a normal rhythm. I made my way back to my desk, seeing Dean and his client for a split second before the elevator doors closed.

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superthiccthighssavelives · 3 years ago

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yes i made this because I didn’t want to work on a WIP

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superthiccthighssavelives · 3 years ago

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Beg For It Part 2

Needed more Dean, maybe even a part 3 coming. He’s fun to write. This is a little bit filthier than what I usually write, so uhh, enjoy.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I set my iced coffee down on the conference table, internally reeling at the memory of the other night, and parked my sunglasses on top of my head. “Huh? I’m actually early today.” “You didn’t even show up yesterday!” Redness flushed his cheeks, his teeth baring a bit, face contorted exposing his dimples. I shrugged, “Oh, yeah I told you I was taking the day off, figured I’d done puh-lenty the night before.” My eyebrows raised, accentuating the word, hoping he’d catch the drift. He shook his head sighing, grumbling something under his breath. “Whatever, go make some calls, there’s a list on the front desk.”

I spent the rest of the day on the phone and running errands, not even interacting with Dean besides him ordering me around from the intercom. I guess we’re back to normal again, fun. I actually got to go home today at a decent time, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Not that I felt weird, well, maybe I did, after what happened, but the response I received was unexpected. Response being, there wasn’t one.

When I got home that night, what we did replayed in my head over and over again, and I wanted more. I’ve never been fucked like that before, I hate admitting it to myself, but goddamn, I was craving him, badly. I had to take matters into my own hands, but it was nowhere near the level of what he did to me. Pathetic, I was completely pathetic.

The next few days were a repeat, calls, errands, filing, more calls, nothing from Dean. I don’t even think he looked at me. I figured I would amp it up a bit, wear a shorter skirt, a lower cut top, higher heels? Who am I? I internally guffawed at myself. Despite my mental argument, I showed up Friday in a basic white button up dress and heels, ok so maybe it was just a shirt, but I was short and it ran longer on me. I belted it so it at least resembled a dress, leaving the top couple buttons undone, exposing a touch of cleavage.

There was a meeting today, so I knew I’d at least get some time around him, I don’t know why that made me nervous all of the sudden. My dreams the past few nights have woken me up in a sweat, and aching for… I shook my head, snapping out of that thought, annoyed with myself.…god, I’m so pathetic. I’ve held so strong this whole time and now he’s taken over almost every thought in my brain. I heard Dean calling my name, commanding me to the conference room. I took a seat next to him with my notepad, crossing my legs slowly, exposing my bare thigh. Hearing Dean clear his throat, I turned to see him looking at a stack of papers, adjusting his tie. I wonder if he saw…

Strike one.

I tapped the pencil against my red painted lips out of boredom, awaiting the rest of the members to join the meeting. I swiveled my chair in Dean’s direction, he was still focused on the folder in front of him. Ok, so I needed a new plan. We still had a few minutes, so I had time to use the restroom and make a better entrance, something’s gotta give.

When I returned, I tried my best to walk slowly, deliberately, tossing my hair around. I did catch his eyes as he gazed up through his eyelashes, but within a second they were back to his files. He looked more annoyed than anything else. Jesus Christ, come on. I sat back down, rolling the pencil around “accidentally” knocking it to the floor at his feet. I was slow to bend over to collect it, exposing a bit more of my cleavage in his direction, hoping for any sort of reaction. In a desperate play, I placed my hand on his knee as I pulled myself back up. Still nothing.

Strike two.

Ugh, ok, fine. The room began to fill, shifting my thoughts back to work mode.

After 2 excruciatingly boring hours, we had finished up. “I want the notes summarized and on my desk in an hour.” I nodded, “Sure thing.” He waved his hand toward the door, excusing me like a servant. “You can go now.” It caught me off guard for a moment, so I kind of just stood there, eyebrows raised, slightly stunned. He’s always been kind of a douche, usually its a little playful, but this was extra. His eyes gazed upwards to me, seemingly on fire “Do you need directions to your desk?” I cocked my head, harshly swiping my notebook off the table wanting to smack him in the head with it. Ok he was pissing me off now.

I was too mad to respond, and if I stayed there one more second I would have clocked him. I did as he said, entering his office an hour later, dropping the notes in front of him, causing a slight wind, shuffling papers about. “Here you go Boss.” Again, he glared at me up through his eyelashes, “Are you done?” My mouth gave a sarcastically sweet smile. “Whatever do you mean?” He leaned back in his expensive leather chair turning in my direction, his folded hands coming to a rest on his stomach. The way his shirt clung to his chest distracted me momentarily, my breath catching in my throat.

He stared at me, eyes darting the length of my body, for what seemed like forever, not saying a word. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, unsure of what to do, or say. I waited, attempting to gauge what was happening. “Can I go now?” He simply turned in his chair, back towards his desk, his contact eliminated. I threw my hands up, sighing, taking note to leave his office.

I’m so glad I could go home soon, and not have to look at his face for 2 days. His gorgeous dimpled face, his square sharp jaw, his plump pink lips…fuck. I squeezed my legs tightly together, absolutely not appreciating how my body was reacting to these thoughts. The more I tried to avoid them, the more flashes of that night danced in my head. This is ridiculous, I need to focus on work. I twisted uncomfortably in my chair, my memory replaying the sounds he made when he had me bent over the table, the way his tongue felt against my skin. SHIT! I need air…I need… relief so fucking bad. This was excruciating. I was 3 seconds away from marching into his office and riding him senseless. I was throbbing, craving it all again. My legs crossed tighter, causing slight friction against the chair. I yelped quietly, inhaling through my teeth.

I released an even larger breath out, fanning myself as my body was beginning to overheat. “Should I turn up the AC?” Brian, the new guy was heading toward my desk, hopefully not catching my episode a few moments ago. A breathy laugh escaped my lips “I’m good.” He cocked a brow “You sure? You look a little flushed there.” “Must be the curry I had for lunch.” I’m such a liar, I don’t even eat Indian food. He nodded, seeming amused. His elbows landed on my desk, leaning in close to me. “So, I was thinking, I’m new to this city, and maybe, perhaps see if someone could show me around…” He winked, obviously flirting. Too bad someone else wasn’t this bold. “Oh, umm…”

“Sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend do you? I just thought you’d like to go out and have a nice time with me tonight.” I gave him my best fake smile, taking a second to sort out my thoughts, well shit, Dean doesn’t seem to be interested. “Yeah, sure that sounds like fun! I’d love to!” Brian was a good looking guy, clean cut, tall, fit, I mean he was attractive enough. Why not? Maybe he could satiate that fucking ache that won’t go away. God, I hope he could. “Great, I’ll pick you up after work?” I nodded, jotting down my address, slipping it to him. “What is this, social hour?” Dean appeared, his eyes flitting between me and Brian, seeming, yet again, pissed off. “Get back to fucking work.” Brian chuckled, removing himself from my desk and catching my eyes. “See you at 8.” I smiled, nodding again, avoiding Dean’s gaze as Brian walked away.

It was only 5:30, this day was going much too slow. “What’s at 8:00?” My eyes fixated on the computer in front of me, evading him. I thought about not answering at all, it’s none of his business, especially since he’s been being an absolute prick this week,

“We’re going out.”

I don’t know why I had a lump in my throat at that moment, or why my hands were shaking, but I tried my best to ignore it. An unamused “heh” sprung from his throat as he frisbeed a folder towards my desk, missing it completely and falling to the floor.

My eyes widened, standing up. “What the fuck Dean?” He moved in closer toward me, inches away. “What did I say about being mouthy?” His voice was at a 10, practically screaming at me. My mouth was agape, unsure of what just happened. I reached down to pick up the papers, and decide against it. “No, you know what Dean? Fuck This! NOW I’m done.”

Strike Three. I’m out.

Attempting to make my way to the elevator was fruitless, as Dean aggressively yanked me into the dim conference room, his fingers tightly wound around my arm, using his body to pin me against the wall. His breath left a hot trail against my skin, while his lips brushed my ear, barely touching. “Is this what you want?” His voice was quiet, honeyed. The tip of his nose nuzzled my neck, making me shiver. “Hmmm?” My insides were going ballistic, needing more contact. His fingertips gingerly staggered up my arm, to my collarbone, across my neck, tracing a line on my jaw and landing on my lips, rubbing the pad of his thumb across them. My voice betrayed me, unbridling a quiet whimper. Instinctively, my tongue darted out wanting a taste. His eyes bored into mine, roaring and blazing. I slowly fluttered my lashes, attempting to exhibit the yearning that was bursting throughout my core.

“Deeean!!” The roaring sound of Joe’s bellowing ripped through the air from the hallway, causing Dean to jump back, instantly losing contact. I internally sigh, trying to get my heartrate back to normal. The door slammed open, Joe’s voice frantic. “Jesus, there you are, we need to talk, NOW.”

Dean’s gaze was stuck on me, his eyes searching mine, waffling and confused. “DEAN!” He turned, giving his attention over to Joe. “Yeah? Yeah, what’s up? His teeth dragged on the corner of his mouth, eyes darting back to me for a second. I pause for a moment to make sure I’m not needed, Joe’s frenzied tone had me slightly worried, but it seems I’m in the clear. I made a quiet exit, feeling Dean’s stare following.

I almost passed by Brian on the way to the elevator, not even seeing him. “Hey! I forgot my wallet, are you leaving?” I glance back through the conference room window, almost unsure. “Umm yeah, I think so.” He smiles at me suggesting I wait for him so we can leave together. I nod in agreeance, waiting for him to run and grab his forgotten item. “Ready?” His hand outstretches awaiting mine, I flash him an enthusiastic smile and take one last look to the conference room. Even through the glass I can see Dean’s eyes afire, I turn on my heel, placing my hand in Brian’s, exiting the office.

The date was…fine, I guess. We ended up at a bar, tossing back a few drinks. Brian was a nice enough guy, but I wasn’t feeling it. After the last week, and the last damn hour in the office, my mind was all over the place and I couldn’t focus. I nodded, smiled, joined in the conversation when I could, but mostly I just wanted it to be over. Did I even still have a job? I wanted to quit after Dean’s outburst, and then the whole conference room thing…I don’t even know what was going on.

I excused myself to the restroom, needing a break. I didn’t want to be rude, but honestly, I was too preoccupied to give him any real attention. My mind worked double-time trying to think of every excuse to end the night.

As loud as the bar was, a familiar voice caught my attention. Seeing Joe at a corner table with a group of guys from work confirmed it. I scanned the crew, but didn’t see…him. “Looking for me?” That smug ass voice sent chills down my spine. I turned, smelling an obscene amount of alcohol wafting from his breath. “What the fuck are you doing here Dean?” His eyes were glassy, his smile obnoxiously hot. “I’m here for a good time.” His laugh was even more obnoxious and patronizing. “What, did you think I came here looking for you?” He leaned in closer, bringing his head down so our eyes met. “Hmm?”

He kept his arms crossed, his body slightly wobbling, but still, close enough to cause an unfavorable reaction from my own body. Even with all the alcohol emanating from him, his scent was still so fucking intoxicating. I needed to regain control of my senses, asap.

“Why Dean, I don’t think Brian would be too happy about that, you know, my date. Now if you’ll excuse me, he wants his dessert, to go.” If my sickeningly sweet smile didn’t piss him off, my snarky words definitely did. I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I was off to the bathroom with a quickness.

I was pretty proud of my response, and not letting him get to me, no matter how much I wanted to throw him in the bathroom and fuck that attitude right out of him. I freshened up and was caught by Joe on my way back to our table. “Hey, umm, Dean’s making a total ass of himself and we’re gonna get thrown out, do you think you can drive him home?” My face contorted, confused. “Why can’t you?” “I would, but we have some clients at the table and I can’t risk losing them.” “Really, no one else can? Joe, look, I don’t..” Joe interrupted, placing his hands together, begging. “Please, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” His eyes pleaded, silently mouthing ‘please’ repeatedly. It took me a second before I agreed, letting out a heavy sigh, resigning myself. “Ughhhhhhh, fine, but you owe me, big time.” He gave me a goofy grin and a tap on the shoulder, running away.

Well, I guess that’s one way to end the date, when I was thinking of excuses, this was definitely not one of them. I made my way back to the table, trying to think of a delicate way to let Brian know I had to split. Why did I agree to this?

Before I had a chance to sit, Dean appeared, a sloppy smile plastered on his face, draping his arm around my shoulder. The weight of his body leaning against me caused me to wobble. “Sorry Bri, this one has to come back to work, do a little overtime, ifyaknowwhatImean.” He chuckled at himself, winking at Brian. I rolled my eyes, sighing. “I’m so sorry, Joe asked me to take him home, raincheck?” Brian looked annoyed, but nodded “Yeah sure, I guess.” I staggered, Dean hanging on me even heavier, my body bending. I apologized again, trying to get out the door without being crushed.

“Jesus Christ Dean!” Cool air expelled from my lips. “Do you REALLY have to be such an obnoxious prick? Give me your keys.”

He pulled out his keys, dangling the ring by his index finger. “You want these? Hmm? How bad?” His eyes glistened under the street lamp, an arrogant smile on his face. Why am I so attracted to him?

I did not have time for this, nor the patience, snatching the keys from his hand. “Oww, that hurt, come kiss it better.” I rolled my eyes for the 100th time. I figured ignoring him would be my best bet. I slid in the drivers seat trying to figure out how to drive this thing, it has so many knobs and controls, I was used to my basic little Toyota.

The windows were down, blowing my hair around, feeling the cool night breeze. Dean slouched in the passenger seat, turning towards me. His fingertips tickled my knee, casually moving upwards toward my thigh, turning them over to use the back of them to caress my skin. “Dean, stop.” I tried shooing his hand away, unsuccessfully, while keeping my eyes on the road. My voice was weak, of course, because did I really want him to stop? My sorry ass was begging for this to be honest. He laughed, one of those breathy chuckles, snide and pompous. He leaned in closer, his lips close to my ear, while using his hand to grip the inside of my thigh, squeezing. Fuck, his hands were warm, making my insides stir. “You don’t want me to stop. Do you?”

I gasped as his thumb dragged up further almost reaching the outline of my panties. I accidentally let out a gentle moan. “Dean! Stop!” His other hand toyed with the top button of my dress, attempting to loosen it. He slipped his hand in, rubbing gently across my chest, making way to my bra strap, threading a finger underneath it. All these sensations were sending me into overdrive, I couldn’t focus. I felt my eyes flutter, my head beginning to fall back. I swerved hearing someone beep at me for almost driving into the oncoming lane of traffic.

“DEAN! Enough!” He fell back in his seat, yet again wearing a self satisfied expression. I clenched my thighs together to try and stop the absolute pulsing buzz between them. This was becoming a problem, a very big problem.

We eventually made it to Dean’s penthouse without an accident, surprisingly. I don’t know why I even came up with him instead of calling a cab. Yes I do. Was I going to admit it? Probably. Wretched.

“Thanks for ruining my date.”

“Pssh, that guy’s a piece of shit, I did you a favor.”

“Whatever, I was having a nice time.”

He chuckled, I really am starting to hate his snickering. “Sure you were, that’s why you went home with me.”

“Only because Joe begged me to, I should have let you drive yourself home, you’re a big boy.”

He cocked his eyebrow, a half grin spreading across his face. “I thought you liked that?”

I shook my head, glancing up to the ceiling, done with this conversation. “Just call me a cab Dean, I’d like to get back to my date.”

“I think you need to relax, here, have a drink.”

He handed me…something, probably Jack, but at this point, I didn’t care. I roughly swiped it from his hand, gulping it down in one shot. I handed the glass back to him signaling for another. His eyebrow raised, giving me another cheeky grin. I downed another, waving my hand for more. He poured a third, this time I took it slow. I wasn’t one to drink straight whiskey, but I needed something to curb the edge. He’s right, I didn’t want to leave, but I also didn’t want to be the one to give in either. I don’t know why I was so stubborn.

He sipped his slowly, his eyes looking up from his glass, reaching mine, a kind of a slow intensity alighting in them.

He set his glass down on the island beside him, slithering closer towards me, finally backing me against the counter pinning me with his torso. His nose kittled against my neck, fluidly moving across my skin, his lips trailing behind. He reached my jaw, his tongue tracing its outline, up to my ear. “You can pretend all you want, but I know how much you want me to make you scream again, It’s written all over your face sweetheart.” His voice cooed, leaving me shivering. He gripped a handful of my hair, meekly pulling my head to the side for better access to my neck, teeth dragging faintly, catching every so often, causing me to yelp.

“No. You’re wrong.” I let my head fall all the way back, giving him more contact to my skin, pushing my body closer to his. He smiled against my skin, releasing a small ‘heh’, obviously aware I was lying. “Am I? Hmm? Look at me and tell me you haven’t been thinking about me, thinking about everything I did to you, like you weren’t begging me to make you cum.”

“Fuck you Dean.” Sounded more like a moan that an insult. The more he spoke, the wetter I got, I could feel my panties soaking, aching for more contact.

“I thought so.” He pulled away, exposing his smugness, at this point I think it’s just his natural expression in my presence.

I let out a deliberate deep, stuttering breath, my chest heaving, missing his body against me. He wiggled a finger, urging me to come toward him as he walked backwards towards the sofa. His eyes narrowed, his head slightly bowed to be even to mine.

There were no lights on, apart from a ray beaming in from the city skyline, illuminating part of his face. I felt his fingers vigorously prying my shirt open, popping the buttons off exposing black lace. My breath was becoming out of control, my voice betraying me, emitting a gentle groan. His eyes sized me up, biting the corner of his lip. “Shit.” He stepped closer, hands traveling the gentle curve of my waist to my hips, burying his face in my neck.

“Were these for him?” With a tug of his hand, Dean ripped the delicate lace wrapped around my bottom half, discarding the remains to the floor. The quiet arrogance tone in his voice lit my core on fire.

“Fuck, why did you do that? Those were expensive Dean.” My voice dripped with lust while my head fell even farther back, allowing him to cover my skin with his mouth. “What did I tell you last time? Hmm?” I wasn’t sure what he was alluding to, my head was clouded and dizzy feeling his lips nip and suck my neck. I inhaled sharply through my teeth when he broke skin, moving up to nibble on my earlobe.

“Get on your knees.” His whisper sent chills down my body. I pushed off him, eager to fight back, but the incredulous hunger in his eyes wore down my resolve. I did as he said, resting on the carpet below. His shirt was off in an instant, exposing his broad chest. I couldn’t help chewing on my bottom lip, he really was fucking beautiful. My hands were guided to his belt, leaving me the task of removing it. He stood above me, watching intently as I languidly released the buckle, falling and clinking against the leather.

Dean let out a shuddered breath as I released his erection from its confines, promptly warming it up with my soft hands. My head was haloed by his hands, one wrapped up in my hair, gently pushing my head forward, the other resting on the front of my neck, thumb resting against my jaw.

“Spit on it.” I raised my eyebrows, looking back up to meet his eyes. He looked drunk, not from the alcohol but the desire blazing in his eyes. I gathered as much as I could bringing my lips closer, taking the tip inside my mouth to release what I was able to. I pulled back, removing it, instead using the tip of my tongue to circle his head, tiny strings of saliva sticking to my lips while dripping from his dick. “Fuuuuuck.” His eyes rolled back, head following.

I worked at a slow pace, licking down his thick shaft and back up to tease the head more, as I covered him in my spit, while my hand held firm at the base. I could feel his legs shaking, as his hands applied more pressure to the back of my head, urging me to go farther.

“Suck it, I wanna see your mouth filled with my cock.” I hummed as I slowly slid his length inside in my mouth and back out, sucking on his head like a lollipop when it glided out from between my lips. “That’s it baby, just like that.” His eyes closed momentarily, reeling in the divine pleasure he was receiving. He let out the most delicious groan when his cock hit the back of my throat, cursing how fucking amazing it felt. I don’t know how much more I could handle, Dean was a big boy, and I was desperate for him to stretch me out again. I could feel the juices pooling between my legs, squeezing them together to contain my arousal.

I picked up the pace, using my hand and mouth to stroke him hard while he passed through my swollen lips, Dean releasing more provocative grunts and moans. I could feel him getting close to exploding, his thighs tightening up, his breath becoming more labored. His hips rocked forward, pushing his dick deeper inside my mouth, causing my eyes to water. I tried to control my gag reflex, remembering a trick I read somewhere on the internet, so I could take his full length.

Momentum began to increase, my head bobbing, Dean’s hips bucking, pushing farther. “I’m gonna cum, fuck.” He pulled out, taking a hold of his length. “Open your mouth.” He moved closer, stroking himself ready to burst. He let out a loud growl, releasing himself all over my tongue. I never usually did this for guys, and I don’t know what made me do it tonight, but he really lit something in me, and at that moment I would have done anything to see that expression of lust on his face.

“Swallow. All of it.” He was stern, making sure I followed his directions, his eyes carefully watching. I did as he said, strangely turned on by it. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, looking back to him.

“Up.” He grabbed my hand, leading me to his bedroom, placing me in front of his mirror. He stood behind me, carefully undoing the last remaining piece of clothing I had left on my body. My bra fell to the floor, Dean’s hand instinctively moving to one of my bare breasts to caress it. His lips found my shoulder, placing sticky feathery kisses between each freckle, while his free hand roamed my side, down my hip, to the top of my thigh.

I needed him to touch me, I was writhing against him in agony, waiting. He moved to my other shoulder, leaving more tiny kisses lingering on my flesh. “Are you ready to be good? Hmm? You gonna do what I tell you from now on?”

I released a stuttered breath, ready to just give him anything just as long as he relieved his excruciating ache. But, of course, I had to put up some resistance, I am still me afterall.

“Why should I, what do I get out of it?” He smirked, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror, saying nothing.

“You’re not as amazing as you think you are.” His finger slipped down my thigh, tracing a line down my saturated slit, causing the reaction he wanted from me. “Really? Because your pussy is saying something different babe.” His thumb replaced his finger, padding my clit, slowly, too slow. He worked it in tiny circles, barely moving it, making my head spin. My nails dug into his forearm, needing more pressure.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” His voice was a constant in my ear, barely above a whisper, but still so officious. The pad of his thumb pressed firmer, his index and middle finger joining it. He plunged them quickly inside, while his thumb toyed with my swollen clit. He worked them at full tilt, swiftly, emitting high pitched moans from my lips. “Mmm, I love how wet you get for me, can’t get enough can you?”

“Fuck, shut up Dean….fuck, don’t….don’t stop.”

My legs were getting weak, I don’t know how much longer I could stand. My throat was enveloped by his free hand, under my chin, tipping it up. “Look at how fucking wet you are, So. Fucking. Wet. for me.” Each work accentuated and full of intent. I locked my eyes on the mirror, watching his hand work my most sensitive area. Fuck, seeing him behind me, his hand wrapped around my neck, the dripping desire emanating from his eyes, dizzied me. I’ve never seen anything hotter, and I was most certainly ready to succumb to the pleasure.

“Ah, ah, not yet.” With a quickness, contact was lost, leaving me reeling.

He was torturing me, most guys would just get to work and get off, but no, not Dean. He had to make it hard, make me fucking writhe and agonize. What a prick.

“On the bed, now.”

I sighed, trying to walk straight, I was absolutely dripping, throbbing, and a little uncomfortable. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling face to face with him. It was a strange feeling, and circumstance. It was different from the other night in the office, but still as turbulent. He placed his palm on my cheek, his thumb draping across my lips, my tongue reflexively sweeping across it. He carefully watched, his mouth agape. He pushed it farther in, leaving me to suck gently on it while I rolled my tongue around it.

His lids drooped, hooded and needy, still lustful. He let out the tiniest moan, his breath becoming staggered again. “See how good that mouth can be when it’s not talking back? I knew I could put it to better use.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, pulling back and releasing his finger from my mouth.

“Dean, can you just shut up?” Honestly though, his cocky ass talk was turning me on more than ever, I have no idea why. A sly smile spread across his face, his eyes moving down to my breasts, his hands following to grip them in each hand. He slid my nipples between his fingers gingerly, causing a rapturous reaction from me. “Mmm” He seemed pleased, his eyes focused on his roaming fingers. He licked his lips, biting his bottom lip. His tongue made its way to one, circling the circumference of my areola. It felt so fucking good, the throbbing between my legs intensified, I was dying for contact. His mouth locked around one nipple, sucking intently, making the most dulcet sounds. I thrust my hand into his hair, locking my grip, pulling him closer.

He moaned against my sensitive nub, a volatile whine exiting me. He pulled back, flicking his tongue against it, rapidly, then moving on to the other. I couldn’t bear it anymore, reaching down to give myself that friction I so desperately needed. As soon as my fingers reached my clit, my hand was pulled away, locked behind my back.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” I was whining, and about to fucking implode from lack of contact. “You don’t get off that easy, after that little stunt you pulled tonight. Uh uh”

“What are you talking about Dean? Fuck, come on, I …fuck, stop teasing me.”

The smirk returned to his face, but with an added fire, almost seemingly angry. “Going out with Brian, that piece of shit, trying to make me jealous. You’re a little fuckin’ tease, and you’re gonna get punished.” His face was inches from mine, his dimples showing through when he gritted his teeth.

Jealous? He’s barely paid any attention to me this whole week. Whatever, if he wants to play games, oh, we can play games. I aggressively pulled my arm out of his grip, “I wasn’t aware that I’m not in charge of my own life, do you own me Dean? Oh that’s right, I’m your slave.”

I was getting pissed, but that ache was still so prominent, and this ‘fight’ wasn’t making it any easier, in fact it was amping me up even more.

“Lay down.”

“Make me.”

He cocked an eyebrow, an unamused look on his face. “You really think I’m fucking around? Do I look like I won’t punish your ass?”

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?” I cocked my eyebrow right back, showing my defiance, crossing my arms over my bare chest.

In a flash, my legs were pulled out from under me, causing me to fall back. I was hastily flipped over, exposing my backside. I could feel Dean kneeled behind me, intensity raging. He ruggedly pulled my ass in the air, his hand making sharp contact with my skin, the sound echoing throughout the room.

I sucked air through my teeth yelping. “Ahh, fuuuuuck.” The smack was firm, sending ripples of pleasure all through me. “Talk back again, see what happens.”

I mocked him sarcastically. “Oh no Dean, please, please don’t hurt me,” I thought I was being humorous, but that earned me another slap, a little harder this time. “Jesus Christ.” I could barely get the words out before another hit. I rested on my elbows, my head buried in the pillow. This wasn’t funny anymore, if I didn’t get some dick in the next 2 minutes I was gonna take matters into my own hands. My pussy was physically in pain, needing friction.

“Dean, Jesus, come on, I can’t take it anymore, please.” I could hear a quiet chuckle falling from him. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

I tried to move, but my hands were locked at the wrist, Dean’s hand wrapped around them. His body moved closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear. I could feel his erection so so close to where I needed him, “What do you want babe? What are you begging for?” I internally berated myself for what I was about to do, but I was frantic and desperate. “Plase Dean. please, I need …I need you to fuck me, please?”

Another arrogant laugh slipped out. “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good. But, if you show me how good you can be, maybe you’ll get one.” I groaned, the throbbing was getting worse feeling his engorged cock rubbing faintly against my folds. “Mmm, not yet.” The cool air replaced his warm body, leaving me confused.

“Spread your legs babe, come on.” He placed his knee between them, nudging them apart. “Wider.”

The bed moved beneath me, feeling his breath on my inner thigh, followed by his tongue. It moved slowly, drifting towards my center, reaching the outside of my lips. He soaked me more, licking everywhere but where I needed it most. He switched it up, sucking on the delicate skin of my inner thigh, my outer lips again, and repeated the cycle until I was about to lose it. I shifted relentlessly, trying to align him to the right spot. His hands held steady, on either side of my ass, holding me in place, his head facing up between my legs, “Be a good girl for me, stay still.”

“Deeeeeean, fuck, come ooon.” I was flat out whining, I’m going to die, I swear. I could feel him smile, and then the tip of his tongue hit my swollen, aching clit. It glided so fucking slowly, circling my nub, and sluggishly flicking up and down. “Oh my god, fuck, that feels so fucking good.” I was feeling lightheaded, his tongue was so soft and hitting exactly where I was craving. His skill was unbelievable.

He hummed against me, sending fluttering vibrations through my core. I couldn’t stop moaning, repeating his name over and over.

“You taste so fucking good, mmm.” His pace picked up, his mouth closing in giving suction, making the most amazing noises with my pussy. I yelped as his kisses became quicker, sucking faster. I rocked my hips back and forth, needing more friction. His tongue jutted out, sliding in a line from top to bottom. I was feeling the rush begin to stir, wanting to release.

He quickly stopped, pulling himself out from under me. No, yeah, I’m gonna kill him.

I whined with even more fervor this time. “Dean, fuck, you’re killing me. I can’t take much more.” “Turn around.”

I flipped myself over, weak, dripping, searing. He grabbed my hands pulling me to sit up. “Come here.”

I kneeled, facing him. His hand snaked up into my hair, bringing his mouth to mine, kissing me with force. I could taste myself on him, but I didn’t mind. His kisses sent my head into space, inhaling my breath, tongue dancing with mine. There was a crazy passion behind it, furthering my desire. He moaned into my mouth after placing my hand on his cock. He was still rock hard, contradicting his soft flesh.

He pulled back, attacking my neck, leaving more bite marks, sending me into overdrive,

He palmed my ass, squeezing, giving it another slap, causing another yelp from me. “You’re being such a good girl for me, don’t forget who this pussy belongs to.” I bit the corner of my lip, seeing the ferocity in his eyes.

“Lay back.”

I relaxed myself against the pillows, watching as he spread my legs further apart, running his hands along my outer thighs, coming to rest on my hips. He rested on his knees, inching closer, his hand lazily stroking his erection. The tip ran the length of my folds, opening me up to run it gently against my clit. I inhaled deeply, so fucking ready to finally get what I needed so badly. “You think you can handle it again? Hmm?” My eyes silently begged, nodding slowly. “Yes, I need it.” “Need huh? How bad?” “So fucking bad, Dean please, I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside me.”

God, I hated sounding so feeble, but I loved seeing his cocky smile hearing me say it.

He slipped the head just in enough to make me squirm, my body pushing up for the rest.“Yeah?” His voice was breathy and lusty and making me crazy. So fucking sexy.

He hovered above me, still holding himself to toy with me. My nails dug into his biceps, clawing, trying to get him to push farther. He slid in a little more, my head starting to swim. “Uhh, more, please.” The desperation in my voice not helping, as Dean pulled back.

“Mmm, babe, you’re gonna have to do better than that.“ “Dean. What do you want me to do? Please tell me, I’ll do anything, fuck. I need to feel you, I want you so fucking bad.”

A satisfied smile crossed his face, releasing his hand to slip all the way inside me. The break in the opening sent me flying, both of us gasping.

I released the most exaggerated, longest “Oh my god” ever, whimpering at how fucking euphoric it felt. Dean’s groan was orgasm inducing on its own, letting out a little squeak at the end of it. He worked slowly, I was so soaked, his dick moved with such ease in and out. I felt every caliber of his girth stretching me to the fullest extent. My hands held tight on his substantially thick arms, most likely causing bruising but I don’t think he cared at this moment. His fingers gripped tightly at the headboard, using it for leverage and stability, avoiding the pressure we both needed. His other hand made its way to my mouth, his index finger tracing my lips, causing my tongue to jut out for another taste. I took it deeper, sucking gently, twisting my tongue around it.

The exultation written on his face was hot as fuck, seeing how good I made him feel. It’s honestly the most vulnerable I’ve seen him, what a strange satisfaction.

His hips started to move faster, hitting me deeper. His motions became more firm, harder. The bed began to shake from the force of his thrusts. His hand fell from the headboard, grabbing my other hip to pull me roughly into him.

“Fuuuck” His voice was oozing with extreme delectation, halting his movement.

He let out a low laugh. “Mmm not yet.”

I threw my head back, again, missing the contact. He sat up, pulling my left leg over his shoulder, kissing my ankle. “Wider babe, let me see how wet that cunt is.”

My eyes rolled back in my head feeling his fingers enter me, pumping with vigor. “Fuck, I love how fucking wet you are, how soft. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t remember his name.”

That caught me off guard, but right now, I just wanted that release.

My moans got heavier, more saturated. I needed him to fill me up again. “Dean” I gasped, barely able to speak. “Put it back in, please, I want you to make me cum.”

“How many times? Hmm? Cause I don’t plan on stopping until you’re dripping with my cum.”

I’ve never had multiples in my life, but the way he makes me feel with every goddamn thing he does, I’m starting to believe it may be time.

I threaded my hand through my hair, tugging, breathing heavily. I meagerly squeaked out another “Please” before he was brushing my opening with his girthy dick. It slipped in deep, my leg draped over his shoulder, Dean crying out the sexiest grunt I’ve ever heard. He rammed deeper with every pass, hitting that elusive spot, causing my breath to hilt for a moment. I couldn’t stop the noises coming from my mouth, begging him not to stop, to go deeper, harder, repeating his name and god over and over.

He pulled out abruptly, frantically telling me to turn around. He gave my ass another good slap before plowing his cock back inside me. “Dean, omg, yes right there, don’t stop.” I gathered the sheets in my hand, gripping for dear life.

“You can get louder can’t you baby? Come on, I know you can say my name louder than that.” His voice was gritty, raspy. His hips pumped faster, colliding into me, causing a slapping noise to repeat in the air. “Fuck, yes, give me that pussy baby, feels so fucking. Fuckkkkk, so fucking good.”

My hair wrapped around his fist, gently tugging as he moved faster. I have never been so fucking turned on in my life, whatever he was doing to me was incomparable to anything else I’ve ever experienced, and I never wanted it to end. He knew exactly how to make my body succumb to him.

“Ahhhh, shiiiiiiit.” He hissed, letting out another shuddering breath as his pace slowed. He pulled out again, frustrating me as I was getting so close.

“On top. I wanna watch you fuck me.”

I was about to tie this man up so I could get off, I was going to explode soon if I didn’t.

He propped himself against a few pillows, eyeing me while I crawled on top of him. I wasted no time grabbing his dick, aligning it and sliding down until it was inside me. I let out high pitched moan, feeling his full length. “Oh my god” I felt like crying, this pleasure was pure nirvana. “Yeah, feels good doesn’t it? You love how this cock feels inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes, god, you feel…” My breath was hitching as I worked my hips up and down. “So, fucking….god, so good.” “You gonna cum for me? Hmm? I wanna feel your cunt drip down my cock.” My head spun, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My body grew weak, falling against his chest. My legs locked, grinding harder and faster on his erection, eliciting the most succulent groans from his lips. “Fuck baby, love how you work your pussy against me, come here.” I raised my head, Dean’s hand guiding it closer to his so his lips could access mine.

My mouth barely moved, I was too lost in this feeling, but his kisses were so amazing. I felt high, drifting off to the cosmos, feeling the climax rising. “Cum for me, come on babe, I wanna feel it.” His voice sang into mouth, his hands roaming down to caress my tits, bringing his tongue to meet my nipples, throwing my ecstacy to the extreme. My body hit a high note when his teeth clamped down, gently tugging, fingertips buried in my skin, pulling me down flush with him.

All the sensations at once flipped a switch, I couldn’t stop it. I screamed Dean’s name as loud as I could, exclaiming I was reaching the peak. “Cum with me, I need to feel you.”

His hands gripped my ass roughly, pulling me down with blunt force, slamming into me one last time, expelling the sexiest moan my ears have heard. I collapsed out of breath, burying my face in his neck, his scent still intoxicating.

My legs were still locked in place, his hands loosening their grip, leaving me with one last tap on my bottom, followed by another chuckle. “Thought so.”

“Excuse me?” I used every ounce of energy to pull myself up, attempting to meet his eyes. His typical, familiar smirk back on. He shook his head, rolling me over to my side, pushing his fingers up into my hair. “Shh.” He whispered against my lips, placing a peckish kiss against them, intensifying within seconds. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My body shivered, not sure how much more I could handle. It was my turn to laugh now. “What’s the encore? Putting me in a corner? Sending me to bed without dinner?”

He leaned over me, digging in his nightstand drawer. The handcuffs dangled from his finger, that sly grin plastered across his lips. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

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superthiccthighssavelives · 3 years ago

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Am I still considered a writer, even if…

“I don’t write every day?” Yes.

“it goes weeks or months between sessions?” Yes.

“my stories don’t get any or much interaction?” Yes.

“I only write fanfiction?” Yes.

“I only write for fun?” Yes.

“someone criticizes my skill?” Yes.

“my family are the only ones who read my stories?” Yes.

“I only write for myself, with no intention of sharing it with the world?” Yes.

“I don’t know writing terminology?” Yes.

“I’m not very good at what I’m doing?” Yes.

“I don’t believe myself worthy of being called one?” Yes.

“the publisher turned me down?” Yes.

“I only write one genre?” Yes.

“I use clichés?” Yes.

“I lack motivation?” Yes.

“I excel at dialogue but suck at description, or vice versa?” Yes.

“I keep abandoning projects to start something new?” Yes.

“I say screw the rules?” Yes.

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superthiccthighssavelives · 3 years ago

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Beg for it. (Part 1)

Here’s some long overdue smut, enjoy a Dean Karny (my first character fic) one-shot. It’s super super nsfw and filthy.

For a special person, and thanks to my platonic soulmate for helping think of and write some amazing stuff within ...enjoy Oh, there is a part 2 coming, be on the lookout...maybe even a part 3. K bye.

I fumbled with my keys trying to unlock the door of my ancient ass apartment, finally prying it open after several attempts. “I need a fucking drink.” I ignored the loud, jarring ‘clunk’ as the keys fell to the wood floor. “Whatever.” Today was a fucking day, work is kicking my ass, and my boss is a major asshole, I mean, super dick. Not only is he an arrogant prick, he thinks hes god’s gift to every woman he comes across. I’m basically his slave from 9am until whenever he decides to let me go home. Most nights it’s around 7. Forget about having a life when you work for “Mean” Dean Karny. He says jump, I say “how high?” It’s exhausting.

Unfortunately, the drink I crave does not exist inside my fridge, who has time to shop? I never considered going to a bar alone, but after this week, and last week, and hell, even the week before that, has been in non-stop panic mode, I just may hit one up. I needed some relief, fast.

No sooner did that thought appear, that my phone rang. I was hoping it might be my mom, or any of my friends, who I hadn’t spoken to in weeks, but my gut was telling me otherwise. “What Dean?” “Get your ass back to the office, stat!” “I just got home.” I didn’t even get to finish that sentence before he cut me off telling me I need to be there NOW! “Don’t fucking sigh at me, you know what happens when you get mouthy.” Such a fucking prick. He thinks he can talk to me any way he wants, most of the time I take it, sometimes, yeah of course I say something back, because he’s an ass, and I really just wanna punch him in his smug face.

“You’ve only got two choices here, You can either show up in the next half hour or we can spend the next two weeks training you how to do your fucking job! Don’t make me wait.”

My head was already pounding, and the dial tone from him aggressively hanging up on me just drove me further into annoyance mode. Do I really need this job? Is it worth the hassle? Or the agony from watching him walk away in those fucking tight grey pants, practically bursting out of them with every movement. Ugh. Of course, those thoughts were pointless as I was already in the elevator up to the 27th floor.

“About time” His glare was intense, but I was too tired to care. “Stop rolling your eyes and get your ass over here, we have to do some damage control.” “Can we at least order food? I haven’t eaten all day.” I already knew the answer, accompanied by the second glare aimed at me, that was a big fat no. My exhaustion was doubling, and my crankiness was turned up about 1000 notches. “Listen, if you want me to be useful, I’m gonna need to put something in my mouth. Like now.” I do this shit on purpose, because his reactions are fucking hilarious, even though 99% of the time he does it first, I like to see him sweat a little. I know he thinks he can fuck every woman who crosses his path, but I don’t, won’t, give him that satisfaction.

He whispered something under his breath, a smirk crawling across his face. “What was that?” I could probably guess his response was something sexual, and would certainly qualify for harassment in the workplace, but amusing nonetheless. Like the first interview I had, Dean had asked all the typical questions, but made some inappropriate comments asking “How far would I go” to meet certain expectations, while raising his eyebrow, with that cocky smirk always plastered on his face, that is when he wasn’t pissed off, scowling at something Joe had done.

I’ve learned to deal with it, and not gonna lie, sometimes I enjoy it. Boosts the ego, just a little. And, yeah he’s attractive, but I couldn’t let that affect me, no matter how much I wanna push that fucker into a corner and… *Snap* “Hey, back here on Earth, you paying attention?” Was he fucking snapping at me like a dog? “Go order some pizzas, we have shit to get done.” I turned on my heel, happy to remove myself from his sight before I did something I regretted.

The conference table was slowly being emptied as the night wore on, most of the guys going home, I was ready to drop. “Can I..” “Don’t even think about it, we’re not done.” “It’s midnight Dean, I’m fucking tired, I just want to have a drink and go to bed.” His eyes narrowed, scowling at me now. “No.”

I took a deep breath in, ready to just walk out, fuck this shit. It is NOT worth it. I opened my mouth prepared to tell him to fuck off, “There’s a bottle of Jack in my bottom left drawer.” He wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes were fixated on a stack of papers in his hand, focused and confused.

I acquired the bottle, grabbed a few glasses and returned back to the conference room, to find everyone else gone, including Dean. I poured myself a glass, taking a seat on the table, looking out to the LA night skyline. I got lost for a second, just staring at the lights, trying to remember what it was like to be out in them, instead of constantly looking from afar, I basically live in this office.

“Fucking dickhead!” I was broken from my trance when Dean came back into the room, bitching about the call that just ended. “He’s screwed us for the last time, I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” The leather chair facing me sighed as he heavily collapsed into it, letting out a long breath. He swiped the glass I had poured for him, downing it in one sip, preceding to grit his teeth after. He poured himself another, the ice swirling and clinking around, causing cool condensation to slowly trail the glass. His posture loosened, leaning forward toward me, I could feel his eyes on me, specifically my bare legs crossed in front of him, my pencil skirt riding up a little higher than it should. My gaze was still locked on the skyline, trying to avoid looking at him, I don’t know why. I felt a shift change and I don’t know if I was uncomfortable or just…umm…I’m tired, that’s it. I need to sleep. I clenched my legs tighter, closer together.

I felt a cool, wet droplet on my skin, catching eyes with Dean whose pinky was trailing up my thigh, reaching the hem of my skirt while still gripping the cold glass in his hand. “Is this new?.” His eyebrow cocked, that familiar devious grin creeping across his face. “I’ve never seen this on you before.” His voice was quiet, gravelly, and making me feel …no! I quickly jumped off the table. “I’m done, I’m going home,” I almost made it, but Dean caught me, reeling me back in by my arm. “The fuck you are, you’ll stay til I say you can go, do you understand?” His eyes blazed, boring into mine. I couldn’t quite read them.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t hold me hostage DEAN, I’m here day in and day out, working late nights, doing every goddamn thing you say, I get no time to myself, what, do you want me to get a fucking sleeping bag and just sleep on the table? Be ready for you when you say go?” I couldn’t take it anymore, the sleep deprivation, the alcohol clouding my head and his goddamn audacity.

I felt the wall against my back, Dean closing the space between us, his body flush against mine. “What did I tell you about that mouth? And what was going to happen the next time? Hmm?” His words breathed across my neck, close to my ear, causing me to shiver. I closed my eyes, trying to resist, but honestly, I didn’t want to. His lips tickled my flesh, just the air coming from them sending me into overdrive. “We’re going to finish what we started, now be a good girl and do what I say.” Fuck. “Dean, no” That was the weakest ‘no’ in the history of words, it sounded more like I was begging him to keep going. Was I? One of his hands returned to my thigh, dragging my skirt up as he moved higher, nearing the place I needed to feel him the most, while the other was perched above my head on the wall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His fingers were so warm, despite the cold glass in his hand seconds earlier, tracing the outline of my panties, itching to enter. Goosebumps covered my body when his lips hit my ear, breathing deliberately, groaning when his thumb slid across my clit. I inhaled deeply, hissing and biting my lip, was this happening? For real? "I've barely touched you and you're dripping already. Mmm.” I don’t know what was turning me on more, the way his voice sounded or the way he knew exactly how to touch me.

One finger turned into two, slowly sliding in and out of me, making my head spin. My knees were getting weak, and I absolutely could not control my own voice, getting breathier, whimpering and trying not to let go completely. “Dean, please.” I don’t know what I was asking for, but I know I needed more of it. He stepped back, giving me another devilish, shit eating grin. My hand was placed in his as he led me back to the table, taking a seat in one of the chairs, leaning back. “On your knees.” I cocked an eyebrow, did he think I was just gonna…That sentence was left unfinished as his cock was out in an instant. Fuck. “Remember what I said about talking back? I think it’s time we put that mouthiness to use.” His hand grabbed mine again, wrapping it around him, eliciting a delicious groan. I’ve had dreams about this, not on purpose, at least I don’t think they were, but I can’t deny, it’s definitely way better in the 3D.

I obeyed, stroking him, slowly, deliberately. The more I glided my hand up his shaft, the wetter I got, and the more Dean writhed, slipping out filthy words. "Do what I say and suck my cock like a good girl. I know you’ve been wanting to.” Smug fucker. He filled my mouth, in and out, his fingers entwined through my hair, pulling and pushing, making me give him what he wanted. I lapped up every inch, wanting to make him explode all over me, I couldn’t control myself. “Fuuuuuuuuck” His voice let out a low hiss, quivering. “Up.” “Turn Around.”

I did as he said and faced the table. His body pressed against my back, his hands sneaking around to unbutton my blouse, his lips back at my neck. My breasts were quickly exposed, fingers kneading and massaging them, tracing circles around my nipples. Fuck. He slid farther down, palming my ass, before my skirt was whisked off. “Bend over and spread your legs, now.” My elbows rested on the table, body contoured to the edge, Dean ripping my panties off in a swift motion. “Is this what you were begging for a minute ago? Hmm?” He sounded so goddamn sure of himself, but unfortunately he was right, I wanted him to absolutely obliterate me. No, I needed him to. This tension has gone on long enough.

A high pitched moan slipped out of my mouth when his cock circled gently around my opening, I was so fucking ready. I whimpered again, waiting, he was teasing me, and I know, I KNOW he was wearing another cocky sneer on that beautiful face. “Tell me how much you want it, come on baby, I wanna hear that pretty mouth say it.” I was dripping, writhing, dying for him to just fuck me, but my ego was stronger than my need, and all I could do was quiver and hum. “Don’t act like you don’t strut around here every day teasing me, looking delicious, silently begging me to fuck you every time you look at me.” I could literally hear the smirk on his face. Just because he’s right doesn’t mean I have to admit it.

I wanted to tell him to shut up, to stop being such a fucking prick, to put on my clothes and go home, but my body betrayed me, as I pushed myself closer to him, needing it bad. “I’m not giving it to you until you admit it sweet cheeks.” His body was bent over mine, making it even harder to deny him while he sounds so fucking hot rasping in my ear. “Dean, god, just shut up and fuck me.” I wanted to sound strong, I really did, but it came out so fucking whiny and full of desperation, I’m so weak.

A yelp escaped me as he took no time in plunging into me. The hottest growl/moan emanated from him, and I don’t think I ever heard anything sexier, it only made me more sopping wet. He slammed into me, over and over again, harder and harder, I was losing my balance, and grip. Sweat began covering me, my body sliding against the table, the friction satisfying the feeling I needed against my breasts. “You like that baby, don’t you?” The table was shaking, I could feel the bruises already beginning to form on my hips and stomach, but I didn’t care at the moment. His grip was tight, pulling me back into him with every thrust, his fingertips leaving imprints on my hips.

Dean grunted, letting loose the filthiest most satisfying words I could imagine. “Your pussy feels so good baby, so wet, just for me, ugh, fuck, yeah so fucking good.” He pulled out, ripping the sensation from me. He returned to the chair, telling me to turn around. “Come here.” His eyes glossed over my body, biting his lip, while his hand stroked his cock. “You know, if you weren’t so disobedient, you’d be 10 times hotter.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he was just trying to bait me. His free hand ran up my leg, tugging on it to come closer, bringing it to bend and rest my foot beside him on the chair. I was exposed, more than before. His fingers traced an imaginary line up my thigh, his eyes following, his thumb repeating earlier events. “Mmm, such a pretty little pussy, all nice and wet.” Lust saturated his face, his eyes glazed and glossy. “Closer.”

I inched as much as I could, closer to him, not sure what, or … Fuck, his tongue immediately clung itself to my clit, slowly, painstakingly so, licking up and back down. His hair was instantly in my hands, grasping and pulling, as he closed his lips around my most sensitive spot and began sucking lightly. The noises alone he was making made me lightheaded. “Fuck, Dean, don’t stop” I moaned, repeatedly, it felt so amazing. He moaned right back, causing a vibration against my skin. I was so close, I could feel it coming…he did too, so naturally he stopped after one last aggressive lap, leaving me soaked and dripping.

He licked his lips, and wiggled his finger. “Sit.” I crawled into his lap, knees bent, it was a little uncomfortable but I had a feeling in about 3 seconds I’d be over that real fast. My hand was placed on his cock quickly, eliciting another hiss and groan from his damp lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His head fell back, hands snaked around to grab my ass. I had a weird urge, but tried to shake it off, staring at his mouth. His eyes opened, catching mine, oozing with desperation. Without delay, my body was a magnet to him, our chests touching. Our eyes met again, but that smugness had almost disappeared. He fiercely lunged at me, his lips crashing into mine. If I ever imagined what it would be like to kiss “Mean” Dean, it definitely wasn’t this. His tongue was so soft, and nimble. And felt like heaven as it tangled with mine. It became more desperate, heavier, stealing each others breaths.

My hand was still stroking his dick, but I was desperate for friction. I moaned into his mouth, begging for it. “Deeeeeeeean, fuck, I need it, please. Fuck me.” He growled, obviously loving hearing me beg. “Can’t get enough? Hmmm?” The smirk was back. I slid myself further up, trying to align myself with his erection. My grip tightened, causing him to shriek, and me to smirk this time. I smiled against his mouth as the contact i was craving was satiated. I swear he got even harder, it felt so amazing I thought I would pass out from pure nirvana. My hips circled and rocked, slowly at first, building up, needing more and more. “Harder, fuck, harder Dean!” My ass was used for leverage as he pounded up into me, my moans growing louder. “Yeah, that’s a good girl, ride my cock babe, fuck, yes. Like that.” His eyes fixated, watching himself move in and out of my drenched, swollen lips. I was absolutely throbbing, feeling every last inch of his massive cock plow into me.

I wanted to cum, but I didn’t want this feeling to end. I don’t know how close he was, but judging by the unintelligible noises spilling out of his mouth, it wouldn’t be much longer. I could feel that sensation rising, coming close. “Don’t stop. Don’t…fuck omg, you feel so good.” I couldn’t control my volume, my words were spread out, barely escaping my mouth. His lips found mine again, crushing my body to his. Kissing proved difficult, neither one of us could stop groaning or expelling ecstasy.

His arms wrapped completely around my torso, pulling me closer, if that were even possible. I felt stinging when his teeth punctured my shoulder, his hoarse voice groaning while i grinded down on him. “So…wet….fuck….so good…mine….” “Dean. YES!” he found the spot, and continued to hit it, making me go insane. “You wanna cum baby? Hmm?” A tiny whimper fell from my lips, trying to tell him yes, as that spot was causing my head to spin. “If you wanna cum, you’re gonna have to fucking beg me then.” He pulled back, looking into my eyes. “Tell me how much you want me to make you cum.” My eyes squeezed shut, feeling his cock fully deep inside me, not moving. “Please.” I could barely speak. “Please what?” Another moan escaped. “Please, help me.”

“Help you what? Come on babe.” He stilled my hips, not allowing me to move any longer. “Fuck, Dean, please.” “Mmm, closer, tell me. Tell me how bad you wanna cum for me. I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back. Come on, look at me and tell me how fucking bad you need it.”

I pried my eyes open, my lids hooded, gazing into his. My lips were swollen, and tender, but I couldn’t stop my teeth from dragging on them. “Make me cum Dean, make my pussy come. Please, I need you to so bad.” He loosened his grip slightly, sliding himself out languidly. I sucked air through my teeth, missing the contact. This was torture. His grin returned, as he grabbed his dick to slip lazily up my slit. “You want more?” My teeth tugged harder on the already tender skin, “Yes, please. Please, Dean.” “Mmm say my name again.” I tried to grind, roll, push down on him, but he was too strong. “Come on, we’re almost there.” Fucker. I swear to god when this was over, I’m gonna kill him. “Deeeeeeean, fuck baby, please make me cum, I need to feel you, fuck me baby, I’m begging you, let me cum.” My voice was barely above a whisper, whining, anguished. Just as he wanted, my eyes rolled back when he glided back inside me. “Yeah, that’s right, you listen to me only, you do what I say. This pussy is mine now.”

My nails made a home in his shoulders as he hammered into me harder and harder, his mouth making its way to mine, to my neck, my tits, making me 1000 times more turned on than I ever imagined. His tongue circling and flicking out, then using more pressure to suck. I was dripping, he slid in and out so easily, I don’t even know how I was still able to function.

The tension was mounting, the climax rising to the surface, my moans getting more frantic, screaming “Fuck” and “Yes” repeatedly. “Oh my god, Dean, fuck I’m gonna cum.” His nails dug into my ass and gave me a few last feverish pumps before I was about to explode. “Shiiiiiiiit, so fucking tight, I’m gonna…….” before he was able to finish that sentence, my mouth was on his trying to hold back from caterwauling, the whole city can probably hear me. I rocked my hips one last time as I came down, out of breath and out of energy. I collapsed against his chest, trying to remember how to breathe.

I felt his hands stroke my hair, reaching up and to the back of my neck to give it a few squeezes. My senses were starting to come back to me, and I was exhausted. I couldn’t move. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” “What for? “Come on sweetheart, you know you wanted me to release all that tension.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a prick Dean.” “I didn’t hear any complaints.” I shook my head, removing myself from his lap. I needed to find my clothes. I felt his hand slap my ass as I bent down to retrieve my panties. I hurriedly got dressed, and made a beeline for the door. I could feel his eyes watching me, still smug. “See you tomorrow.” “I’m taking the day off.”

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