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rocketmanmadden · 5 years

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I’d never leave you alone

Requested by @primaba11erina

I was wondering if I could request some Dean Karny smut that leads to the reader finding out she’s pregnant and she’s scared to tell him cause she thinks he’d leave her but his reaction is the total opposite. Like really kind and sweet but with smut too?

Warnings- smut that leads into fluff

It all started one night at a party thrown by a man named Dean Karny, who you previously met at a bar after getting stood up. You small talked, he used his charm, his “You should come to my party, I know we just met, but I’d never leave you alone like that guy did, that I promise you” and the next night you ended up at a party at his house. You thought you’d go, have a few drinks, maybe talk to some people and leave, but you did the complete opposite happen, and the next thing you knew, you were about to have sex with him.

“I can’t believe someone would have the nerve to not show when it’s a date with you, damn he’s missing out, you’re so incredibly sexy” Dean licks his lips after unzipping your dress and pulling it down, leaving you in just your bra and panties. “And I can’t believe a man like you wouldn’t have a girlfriend” you say unbuttoning his top. “You’re so incredible sexy” you tease.

“Just shut up and fuck me already” he growls with a smile, leaning in and roughly kissing you. Hands, mouths, and bodies were everywhere as he had you pushed against the wall and finally pinned against the bed

“Just get your fucking pants off!” You whine as he fumbles with his pockets. You don’t know where blurting that our came from. You assume it’s the alcohol talking, you weren’t one to say things like that and definitely not the type to fuck on the first date, which this isn’t even a date, but there’s just something about Dean. He’s so handsome, but he seems so incredibly sweet.

“Just wait a second doll I’m looking for something” he says, his hands never leaving his pockets. “For what?” You groan. “I don’t have any protection” he sighs as he takes his hands out and runs them through his hair. “Just promise to pull out, okay?” You respond.

“I promise” he nods

With that being said, that’s what he did. Or at least he said he was going to.

He smiled down at you after hearing your words knowing you were okay to still have sex with him without a condom before he begin standing up and messing with his belt, then taking his pants off. As he continued to remove the rest of his clothes, which in reality was only his underwear, you unhooked your bra and through it to the ground making you the only one with any clothes left.

He stared at your half naked body in awe before climbing back over you on the bed. “You’re so fucking gorgeous you know that?” He whispers as you feel his cock hardening more against your legs. “Let’s get these off pretty girl” he says as his fingers make their way to your panties, pulling them down slowly over your legs and throwing them to the ground

“Someone must be excited, you’re so wet for me” me smirks running a finger along your slit making you whimper. “Please” is all you had to say before he thrusts himself into you.

Moans roared from your throat as he stretched you out, kissing and sucking your neck before biting your earlobe and whispering “you’re so tight babygirl” into your ear.

He picked up his pace, thrusting into you fast as you dug your nails into his back. Both of you drunk and everything happening sloppily. You were both a mess of moans in between your messy kisses and makeouts as he pounds into you.

As soon as he heard you whimper “Dean” followed by a moan he could tell you were close- well and the fact you were tightly clenching around him. It didn’t take much for either of you to reach your highs, between the alcohol in your system and how good you guys were fucking eachother, you both were close sooner than you thought you’d be.

“Let go for me babygirl” he pants in your ear as you let the knot in your stomach go, clenching as tight as you can around him, yelling out your “Dean fuck” and your moans.

That was all it took for him to let himself go as well, drunkenly forgetting his promise to you earlier that he’d pull out, proceeding to spill himself deep inside you, leaving both of you hot, panting messes.

6 weeks later, you never thought you would be leaving over your bathroom counter holding a positive pregnancy test. You were terrified to tell Dean, you knew you had to, but you were terrified.

At this point, you and Dean were friends. Partially with benefits, even though you always wanted it to be way more than that, but he was there for you when you needed him, at least he was, who knows now that he’ll know you’re pregnant with his child. A pretty boy like him has so much more to live for than a baby right now, you know he’ll leave, but you need to do it at some point and it’s better sooner than later.

You ring his phone keeping your conversation short, simply just saying, “Can we hang out? Right now maybe if that’s good? I need to talk to you”. You could hear the worry in his voice when he replied, “yeah, sure, of course. Uh, would you like to come to mine?”

You wouldn’t like to go to his, you wanted him at yours. That way he can leave your house once you break it to him the way he’ll leave you and the baby. “No I actually would like you to come to mine” you mumble, a terribly nervous feeling in your stomach.

“Okay, I’ll be right there” is all he could say before hanging up his phone, getting in his car, and on his way to yours. Not long after your phone call ended, you hear the knock on your door.

Your body had chills through it as you kept the pregnancy test in your pocket. Your legs were a tad bit shaky and your throat was dry, terrified of what’s going to happen after you open this door.

“Hi” you mumble looking at the ground as Dean let’s himself in and pushes past you, not even waiting for you to invite him in. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” He says putting his hands on your arms and looking you up and down.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine I guess but I just need to discuss something with you, something you might wanna sit down for. But don’t get to comfortable, you probably aren’t going to want to stay to long, I foresee you leaving soon” you try to use those words as some sort of hint, but he just doesn’t get it.

“Why would I want to leave soon? I love being with you. What’s this big talk that’s gonna make me instantly run from you?” He laughs trying to lighten the mood as he walks with you and sits down on your couch. “C’mon tell me, what are you pregnant or something?” He chuckles before seeing your face go pale and a few tears begin to form in your eyes.

“Y/N… are you pregnant?” He quickly stands up and turns serious, taking your hands in his, but all you can do is nod your head and pull a hand away from him to reach in your pocket and get the test.

He quickly takes the test from you and examines it, reading the lines that shows you’re pregnant. “How could this be we were always safe, weren’t we?” He asks but you remind him of the first night, the night where he promised to pull out and he didn’t. “So in conclusion, no, we weren’t safe Dean. And please don’t try telling me it’s my fault because I told you no protection was okay, because it’s not just my fault, you-“ he cuts you off

“Never said it was your fault” he cups your cheek and looks you in the eyes. “Not your fault at all, just calm down and relax” he whispers making you freak more. “Relax! How can I relax?! Why aren’t you freaking out? Oh wait, I know, because once you walk out of here you’ll never see me or this baby again, that’s why your so calm. You have no baby to stress over because you’re going to leave” a tear escapes your eye and runs down your cheek.

“Leave? Why the hell would you think I’m going to leave?” He shakes his head and gives you a faint smile. “Because you have other things to do, you don’t want a baby” you sniffle.

“I don’t want? This is what I want, this is what I need” he smiles at you but you just don’t understand. “What you need?” You ask in confusion

“What I need is to be with you. I love you so much, I just needed something to be able to man up and tell you that already. And this baby, I already love him or her so much” he explains, smiling at your stomach and putting a hand on it.

“We’re gonna be parents, I’m gonna be a dad! And I’m gonna be a dad who’s here all the time, I’m never going anywhere, I’m never leaving you. The only place I’d ever go is to get boxes and a moving truck, because you’re moving in with me, and we’re raising this baby together” he cups your cheek again and leans in placing a soft kiss to it

You lean in and hug him tightly, tears of joy streaming down your face at his reaction. You were so scared you were raising this baby alone and Dean just made you feel a relief you never have before.

Once you calm yourself down you are finally able to speak to him properly, both of you now sitting on the couch, you blurting out, “I can’t believe you’re actually staying” You smile in happiness and he smiles back. “I could never do that to you, or my baby for that matter, I could never walk out of your lives. No way” he shakes his head. “Do you remember what I said the first time we met? When that guy stood you up?” He asks

“You said ‘I’d never leave you alone, I promise you’” you reply.

“I didn’t mean that in a way like ‘you’re hot I can’t lose you, or come to my party and have sex with me so you aren’t alone’, I meant that in the way of I knew I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew I’d never be able to leave you” he finds you hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Well I’m glad, because this baby needs a Dean in their life.. The same way I needed a Dean in my life when I was alone that night, you changed my life for the better, and now that you’re here this baby’s life will be better” you smile at him before sharing your first kiss with Dean, finally as a confirmed couple.

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sarahegerton96 · 5 years

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Dean Karny-Birthday Surprise

This is for my one and only @primaba11erina for being amazing even though she lost our little game I'll still give you your imagine, hope you enjoy, sorry if there’s any mistakes I did try wait it as best as I could, love you bub :*

Y/N:

You know those kinds of friends who would do anything for you? The kind that would drop everything to help you out, the ones who support you and empower you?

Those kinds of friends were the stuff of fairy tales in my fucking life. Bitter anger surged in me as I closed the messaging app on my phone again, the light too bright in this dark club. I'd invited a few girls from work to go out and party with me since it was my birthday today, and I'd wanted to do something exciting for once.

When I'd asked them, Sarah, Layla, Jessa and Nikki all had seemed very willing to join me, and I'd filled with warmth at the potential for actual friends. I didn't make them easily; I was shy, reserved, and more than a little awkward. I did better with computers and gadgets than I ever had with people.

But despite their initial excitement, one by one over the last 30 minutes they'd all texted to back out. So there I was, all alone in a loud and unfamiliar club on my 25th birthday.

I never should've even bought this stupid outfit, or bothered with makeup. It was all a waste of time. The thoughts tumbled through my mind, one after the other until it was all I could do to hold back the frustrated tears.

I stood up suddenly from the booth I'd been hiding in, ready to go home and eat my feelings. I stumbled out of the booth on the too-tall heels I'd put on, and regretted the decision to wear them even more now that the floor was rushing up to greet me in what would end up being a very painful and embarrassing collision. I closed my eyes tight and willed it to just be over already, bracing myself for the fall.

I jerked to a stop in midair, and my eyes popped open with surprise. I was hovering above the ground, the floor within reach of my fingertips. It took me a moment to realize that a pair of strong arms were holding me tightly, preventing the inevitable face plant I'd been headed for.

"Don't worry, I got you." The deep, male voice washed over me in a heat wave that I'd never experienced before in my life. The man's arms tightened around my waist before lifting me into an upright position, helping to steady me on my shoes. I watched in fascination as his arms loosened and his hands slid across my stomach to gently smooth my dress down around my hips.

The warmth cascading through my body increased, and the resulting throb in my pussy surprised me. I could feel the heat from his body behind me, and I could tell that he stood well over my average 5'6" height. His hands tightened on my hips and slowly turned me around so that we were now face to face.

I was still looking down, admiring the fit of his pantsuit on his thick legs, the material not able to hide the obvious muscles covered by the expensive material. My eyes began to travel up his body, widening with every inch they gained.

I knew nothing about fashion, but even I could tell that everything this man wore from the tips of his shiny black dress shoes, to the perfectly polished cufflinks winking in the fabric of his dark suit, to the white shirt that emphasized his build, cost him some serious money.

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, giving me glimpse of skin that I suddenly wanted under my tongue. My eyes stopped there, frozen from all the images swirling through my mind. A chuckle rumbled through him and it was that that broke my stupor. My brain cleared slightly, and I realized with shame that I'd been staring at the man, not even thanking him for helping me.

I finally moved my gaze to his face, and my heart thudded in my chest. I had never in my life seen a more beautiful man. His jaw was strong, covered in a light beard that framed lips women pay good money for. His eyes were emerald green, framed with lashes that rivaled my own. Those eyes and lips captured me not only with their perfection, but with the satisfied pleasure they projected.

He pulled me forward, and suddenly he was sitting in the booth I'd just left with me across his lap. One of my hands splayed over his chest while my other arm snaked around his neck in order to balance myself, not wanting to make a fool of myself all over again.

His scent surrounded me as much as his arms did as he held me tight against him, my curves pressed against the tight muscles of his body. His touch was making my nerves ping in happiness, which surprised me since I usually hated being touched by strangers. My nipples were tightening, my pussy getting wetter by the second, and then he spoke again.

"Do I pass inspection?" I watched his mouth move, his words taking a minute to get through the haze of lust I was thrumming with. I blushed furiously, glad that it was dark in this club and that meant he probably couldn't see. I still tilted my head down, my long blonde curly hair obscuring my face from him.

Immediately, he spoke again. "Don't look away from me baby, I want to see those big blue eyes eating me up like they were before."

The command in his voice had me lifting my head back up before I even knew what was happening. My bottom lip made its way between my teeth, and his gaze narrowed on the movement, his chest rumbling with a sound I couldn't hear, but could feel vibrate through my body.

"Th-thank you. For helping me earlier, I mean." My voice was quiet, but he somehow heard me over the music blaring through the speakers. I was impressed with myself for being able to get the words out in the first place. I was so focused on the way his arms wrapped around my waist and kept me pressed against him that any real thoughts had basically been obliterated.

He moved one hand to brush some hair away from my face, then cupped my cheek gently. I nuzzled into the hand, enjoying the feel of his roughened palm against my soft skin.

"Fuck." I read the word on his lips, and a little pang went through me that I hadn't been able to hear it. An incredibly strong need for the feel of his lips filled me, and I leaned forward. In a move that was nothing like the usual, shy Y/N I was, I plastered my tits against his chest before I placed a light kiss on his mouth.

His arm around my back tightened, and the hand on my cheek slid back onto the nape of my neck, tangling in my thick hair. The move had me gasping, my breath blowing across his lips still touching mine.

What the hell was going on with me? I was not the kind of woman to cuddle up with a stranger. In a club. And then kiss him. I jerked back, struggling to move off him and escape.

"Please, don't go." His words made me freeze, although I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes from all the helplessness, loneliness, embarrassment, and anger from today taking over.

"We can go somewhere else, quieter if you want. Or we can stay here where you're surrounded by people. Just don't run away from me."

His words were soft, like he was talking to a cornered, frightened animal. I suppose that was very much what I seemed like right now, since that's how I felt. But the fact that he'd started off with please, and how he was willing to stay here where I was safely surrounded by witnesses, calmed me.

I turned back to take a peek at him, and his eyes were soft, yet burned with something I couldn't name. Just to test his reaction, I move slowly off of his lap. His hands tensed on me for a second, before he let out a reluctant sigh and let me go. I stood in front of him, and a wide smiled filled my face. I liked that he didn't seem to want to let me leave, but would if that's what I really wanted.

I held out a hand and he immediately took it, standing and wrapping his arms around me again. He moved his hands down over my ass and gripped me right below it, where the skin met my thighs. He lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face into his neck. I felt a shiver go through him when I kissed the side of his neck.

With the smile still across my face, I moved my lips to his ear to whisper to him. "Let's get out of here."

Dean:

The moment she'd walked into my club, I had seen nothing else. I'd been sitting in my office on the upper level and just by chance had gotten up to look down onto the floor of the club I'd opened just over a year ago. It was doing even better than I'd anticipated, but over the last few weeks I'd felt nothing but boredom.

Watching the people dancing and drinking below me, a flash of gold near the front doors had caught my eye. My hands clenched into fists, my body going stiff as a board as my eyes swallowed up the female. Long, curly blonde hair tumbled around her as she made her way slowly across the floor. She stepped carefully in the tall gold heels that encased her feet, a perfect match for the dress that hugged every delicious curve of her body.

Something about the way she moved called to me, and I was heading to the floor before I could even think through what I was planning on doing when I got to her. All I knew was that my heart pounded in my chest, each thump accompanying a resounding mine in my head.

I got to the floor and searched the crowd, wishing I had waited to see where she'd been headed. It was so crowded, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find her in the mass. I prowled along the edge of the dance floor, a weird feeling like desperation coming over me as my eyes roved back and forth.

I hadn't felt like this since I was a teen, struggling to find a way to survive. I'd come a long way since then; I owned a chain of clubs that were wildly successful, and had put money towards investments that had paid off handsomely. I hadn't been desperate for anything since landing my first job in high school and I didn't like feeling it now.

I was starting to think I'd gone crazy, seeing someone as perfect as the curvy woman in gold since I couldn't find her now. Just as the disappointment began to set in, that flash of gold caught my eyes once more. I zeroed in on that, pushing not-so-gently through the crowd to reach her.

When I finally broke through, I saw her sitting in a booth in the corner, her phone in her hands and screen lighting up her face. I drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her. I couldn't see as well as I wanted to, but I could see the way the thin straps of her dress pressed into her shoulders, the top of the dress barely able to contain her breasts. I could see the golden tone of her skin. Her plump, pink lips were shaped in a grimace on her face, and my hands twitched to reach out and smooth them for her.

She looked up from her phone and glanced towards the floor, and odd expression of yearning on her face. Her phone lit up in her hand again, and her forehead wrinkled further as she read.

Every iota of my being wanted to go over there and find out what was making her so upset, but I knew that I could be intimidating. I figure that a 6'5" tall man packed with muscle demanding to know what was wrong would more likely scare her than endear her to me.

So instead of going over there and hauling her into my arms, I took a seat at a nearby booth, hidden in the shadows so I could watch her without creeping her out. Over the next half hour I sat there and watched her face go through so many emotions even I was dizzy.

Anger. Frustration. Longing. My body tensed more with each new expression, the need to make her smile a living thing inside me. When I saw her features crumble like she was on the verge of tears, I knew I was done with waiting. I stood up to go over there and I worked on schooling my expression into one of friendliness. When I'd just about reached her booth, she tucked her phone into the small purse dangling off her wrist and stood up. She stepped down from the small rise, and I saw her ankle twist uncomfortably.

I knew she was going to go down, and I crossed the last few steps in a split second to catch her. I managed to get to her just in time, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her against me.

My cock instantly went hard, the feeling of her ass against my crotch bringing desire roaring to the surface. I grit my teeth in effort to control the impulse to grind against her, and somehow managed. After a moment I was able to pull her up, steadying her on her wickedly spiked heels and turning her around but not letting go of her.

Her perusal of me excited and amused me, and her scent of roses and honey drifted into my nostrils, making me harder than steel. Then sitting her on my lap, watching her fascination with me play over her face, when she turned her face into my hand like she wanted it more than her next breath... I knew that there wasn't anything that was going to keep me from claiming her. Even when I let her pull away, I knew that she wouldn't be getting very far. She didn't know it yet, but she was fucking going to be mine.

I glared at anyone who dared look at us as I carried her across the dance floor, the feeling of her nuzzling my neck making my knees shake. I had to get her alone, before I started fucking her against the nearest wall. I turned the corner that led to the elevator only I had access to and pressed the button for the doors to open.

Just as I stepped into the elevator, her teeth nipped at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I let out a sound of pleasure, the small bite nearly undoing me. No women had ever had the same power over me. The doors shut and I pressed her against the wall, a hand going into her hair and pulling her head back so I could get my first good look at her.

Her eyes were blue orbs calling to me, to the man in me who wanted nothing less than to completely possess her. I took in the flush in her cheeks, the way her dress reflected the gold in her skin, making her seem like a stolen ray of sunshine. The warmth radiating off her body and into mine through our clothes only further convinced me she'd escaped from that burning star.

"Who are you?" The question left my mouth in wonder, and her cheeks darkened before she looked away from me.

"No one special," she said with sadness in her voice.

I tugged on her hair sharply, a small gasp leaving her as I forced her to look at me. "Don't ever fucking say that again. I'll spank your ass until it's on fire if you ever say shit about yourself like that."

Her pupils widened at my words, and my instincts told me she liked the idea of my hand on her ass, even though it scared her a little. A small tremble went through her, and I pressed my lips against her cheek.

"Now, try again. Tell me who you are." I pulled away from whispering the words in her ear to watch her face. She swallowed roughly, but answered me.

"My name is Y/N." Her voice was raspy, like she rarely used it, with a hint of an accent. It was music to my ears.

"Y/N," I repeated, loving the feeling of her name in my mouth. The way she licked her lips made me think she liked it too. "My name is Dean."

"Dean," she breathed huskily. "It fits."

I grinned at her and nodded. "So I've been told."

I took a second to insert my key into the lock and finally pressed the button on the elevator to move us up. The ride was short and silent, but I didn't even think about putting her down. I liked having her in my arms, and she didn't protest so I was taking advantage of it.

The elevator stopped and I stepped off, heading towards my office. You could still hear the music and the crowd from up here, but it was muted significantly. Noticing the giant window where I'd been standing when she'd walked into the club, she let out a small gasp.

"That's quite the view," she said.

"I like being able to see what's going on." I walked towards it and set her down gently, her body rubbing against mine the whole way down and torturing me. I turned her towards the window and crowded behind her.

I knew there was no way she couldn't feel my dick pressed against her, but she didn't shy away or tell me to back off, so I pressed just a little closer. I heard a small moan leave her mouth and a satisfied smile filled my face.

"I was standing right here when you walked through those doors." I caressed her sides as I spoke, relishing in the way she leaned back into me, letting me do as I wished. "I haven't seen anything but you since that moment you caught my eye."

She drew in a breath and turned back slightly to look up at me. "That's crazy."

"Maybe. Or maybe I just know what I want when I see it."

Questions filled her eyes, and I knew that she was wondering why I'd focused on her. "I can't tell you all the answers baby, I just know that I feels right to hold you in my arms. There's something about you that hooked me from the very beginning. I can't just ignore that kind of feeling."

Her eyes searched mine, and she must have seen the truth burning there. She reached one hand around and placed it on the back of my neck, drawing me down towards her. As soon as our lips touched, the fire ignited.

In a second we were devouring each other, lips and tongues and teeth battling for a better taste of each other. My hands gripped her tight, the need to consume her overtaking everything.

She twisted slightly in my arms to get a better angle, and I crushed her to my chest. My hands roamed and gripped her ass tightly, grinding her slightly against my cock. She let out a small moan with every pass, and even rocked her hips into mine when I paused.

Pulling away from her mouth, our harsh breaths filled the air. "If you want to stop, you have to tell me now," I said. "I want to see you, taste you everywhere, tease and torture you until you're screaming my name. If that's not something you want, then say the word and I'll let you go."

It hurt to say the words, but I would stop if that's what she wanted. I'd let her go for now, but not forever. I'd give her time and space, but I would be coming after her.

Thankfully, I didn't have to worry about that.

"Please Dean, don't stop." She was shaking slightly, but her words were sure.

"Thank fuck," I said and captured her resulting giggle between our lips.

Kissing Y/N was like a revelation; like a taste of heaven for a fallen angel. A piece of my soul kicked into place the moment I'd touched her, and now it felt like it was going to explode from me.

Groaning, I pulled away again. A mewl of protest left her lips and I softly placed a finger on her lips.

"Hush, beautiful. I'm not going anywhere." I bent down and lifted her again, striding towards the plush couch against the opposite wall. I turned as I reached it, falling back so that I was sitting with her straddling my lap.

Her eyes roamed over my body, and I sat still to let her take it all in. "What's going on in the beautiful head of yours?"

She smiled lightly at my question, biting her lip. "You're so big," she whispered as she ran her hands down my torso.

"You haven't seen anything yet, babe." She flushed at my response, and I curled my hands around her thighs, pulling her closer. The beast inside me howled in pleasure at the way she felt under my hands, at the contrast between her lightly tanned skinned and mine. I could feel the heat between her thighs branding my lap as she instinctively rotated her hips on mine.

Her eyes went heavy, head tilting back when she rubbed against me. My hands on her thighs tightened, and little noises escaped her as she continued to grind on me.

"That's it little girl, take what you need from me. Grind that pussy on my cock like I'm inside you already."

"Oh god, Dean," she said breathlessly as she started to move a little faster.

"If I lifted you from my lap and looked at my pants, would I be able to see just how wet you are for me?" Her cheeks flamed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but it didn't stop her from moving.

"Show me baby girl," I continued. "Let me see how bad you need me."

Y/N:

I could still feel the heat flaming my cheeks, but I wanted nothing more than to show him what he was asking for. I had no idea what alien had taken over my body and mind, and yet I wasn't going to argue with it. I mean, I wanted to get a little crazy for my birthday, and if this wasn't crazy then I had no idea what was.

With a determination that bolstered my nerves, I looked Dean right in the eyes as I leaned back, placing one hand on his thigh behind me. My other hand moved to the hem of my dress, lifting the skirt enough for him to see the white lace panties I had on underneath. I watched his pupils dilate as he took the sight in. He groaned aloud, the sound only making me wetter than before.

I watched as he reached forward and traced the wetness of my panties with one finger, my breaths coming more rapidly at the light touch. I wanted him to rip the panties off so he could touch me for real. I wanted him to claim me, brand me with his touch so that I'd never forget this night.

Not that it'd be easy to forget anyway. After all, I didn't have much experience with boys so it's not like I had anything to overshadow this experience. And by "much experience", I meant none. I hadn't even kissed a boy before tonight. Not for lack of curiosity, but I'd just never met anyone I was interested in enough to go there with. I hoped Dean wasn't able to tell how inexperienced I was; he wasn't complaining though so I was just going to keep going like I knew what I was doing.

"Goddamn Y/N, I can't wait anymore. I need to taste you." Suddenly, I was spinning around, falling against couch cushions and my legs spread wide over his shoulders. I hastily brushed my hair out of my face in time to see him drag my underwear off, a hunger in his eyes that made my insides clench with excitement.

I felt his fingers spread my pussy apart so he could see everything, and another wave of embarrassment flooded me.

"So fucking gorgeous," he breathed out reverently. The tone of his voice instantly calmed me, and in a move that surprised even myself, I reached down with one hand and traced my middle finger over my hard clit.

"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to get a taste?" My voice was sultry, one I'd never heard before. I could hardly believe it was even coming from me.

A wicked laugh burst out from him and caressed my wet pussy. I jerked slightly at the feeling, and he knocked my hand away so he could have full access. Before I could blink, his mouth was on me. My back arched high, a loud cry leaving me at how good it felt.

"Oh my god!" The words were a loud, choked cry. His tongue lapped at my lips, licking up every drop of my wetness and leaving a trail of his own in its wake.

Goosebumps popped up everywhere on my skin, my nipples going diamond hard as his tongue moved up to the hard bud of my clit, flicking it rapidly and driving me to the edge so fast I was shocked.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," I moaned out. He pulled away slightly, meeting my hazy eyes for a moment before looking down at my pussy. I felt a finger trace around my pussy hole, the sounds of my wetness hot and thrilling at the same time.

"Feel free to come whenever my little slut," he said lazily. My nails scraped along the fabric of his couch and he bent back down, taking my clit between his lips and sucking on it at the same time as he pushed a finger inside. The combination of the pressure on my clit and the feeling of his finger in me, pressing on a sensitive spot on my inner wall had me climaxing without warning.

I screamed loudly, shaking in full-body spasms as the strongest orgasm of my life consumed me. I never even imagined I could feel like this- I'd read about orgasms like these in books but I figured they were all exaggerated. Holy fuck, had I been wrong.

Dean gently pulled his finger out of me, straightened up and then slowly moved my legs from his shoulders to the couch. I was breathing hard, staring up at him and by the wide grin on his face I could tell I had stars in my eyes.

"You liked that, did you?" His voice was teasing but rough, like he loved making me feel good but barely had a grip on himself.

"I loved it," I said, voice trembling. I sat up, then palmed his erection through his pants. A garbled sound left him as he threw his head back, and he quickly grasped my wrist to stop me from stroking him. I gave him a questioning look, and he shot me a smile.

"It feels too good. I don't plan on coming in my pants."

A thrill of wickedness ran through me. I pulled my hand out of his grip gently before running my hands up his chest.

"Where do you plan on coming, then? My hands? My tits?" I moved my hands to the straps of my dress, pulling them down and baring myself to him. "My mouth?" I moved to the edge of the couch, loving the way his eyes jumped around, trying to decide where to look first. I slid my arms around his neck and pressed my bare chest against his crisp white shirt, thrilling at the feeling. I leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "In my hot, tight, soaking wet pussy?"

A growl ripped out of his chest. Next thing I knew, I was standing on my feet, my dress and panties being ripped off my body in one harsh move. I was standing in front of Dean completely naked while he was still on his knees, still fully dressed. I felt vulnerable, but for some reason I knew I was completely safe with him.

"You want to tease me, little slut?" His hands grasped my hips and slid up my body, until he was cupping my heavy breasts in his large hands. His thumbs brushed my hard nipples, coaxing a moan from me as I stared at him with half-shut eyes. "Just be careful what you ask for."

"I know what I'm asking for," I quipped. "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

A sharp laugh burst out of him, and then he was standing, stripping off his clothes as well. I watched avidly as his smooth, muscled, tanned skin came into my view. I wanted to trace the ridges of his abs with my tongue, follow that little happy trail of hair that begged me to go down.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and then paused. I looked up to his face to see a glint of concern. Stepping forward and covering his hands with my own, I answered the unspoken question.

"Yes, I'm sure." I curled my fingers into the waistband of his slacks, and pulled down. I tilted my head down to get a good look, and I knew my eyes were as big as saucers when I murmured the first thing that came to mind. "Commando, why am I not surprised?"

He didn't answer, letting me look my fill. He was even bigger than he'd felt in my hand for the moment I'd gotten in, and I was a little worried it wouldn't fit. I was a virgin, and I'd never expected cocks to even get this big. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it up and down, and heat pulsed in me at the sight. A little bead of cum leaked out of the tip, and my tongue grazed my lips in desire to taste it.

"Fuck Y/N, you're going to make me come if you keep looking at me like that," Dean grit out.

"That's fine with me," I said in fascination.

"You look at me like you've never seen a cock before," he said as he moved his hand on his cock again like he couldn't help it.

I was hesitant to admit the truth, so I told a little white lie. "Never one this big."

"Jesus," he hissed out. Goosebumps trailed across my skin again at the sound of his voice, knowing he was close to losing control. Wanting to not just push him to the edge, but over it, an idea popped into my head as I glanced at the large window again. I started backing away from him, towards the window as I spoke.

"Can you imagine what it would feel like to fuck me with that big hard cock of yours while I'm pressed up against this window? How hard my nipples would be, tight against that cold glass? How anyone might be able to look up and see you pulling my hair back, my mouth wide open as I screamed your name while you spanked me?"

I knew my cheeks were red as cherries, but I hoped that if he could tell, he thought it was with passion and not from never having spoken out loud like this before. My back hit the glass, and I shivered at the cold.

I watched as he stalked towards me, his skin gleaming like midnight, a fierce look on his face. In that moment I truly felt like I was being stalked by a lion, his gait sure and steady as he came for me. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, and I lazily flicked my nipples just to see the way his jaw tightened. When he reached me, he grasped my shoulders and turned me, pressing my body tight against the glass, a hand in my hair forcing me to look down at the crowds below us. His cock pressed into my ass and I moaned at the feeling, moving my hips back against him.

"Does it make you wet to think that someone will see me fucking you? Does my little slut get off on the idea of being watched?"

"Yes," I gasped out, in tandem with the sting of his teeth nipping at my neck.

"Good. I want you to be wondering who's looking at you, taking in your tits pushed up against this glass, watching you come with my cock deep in your pussy."

The hand not in my hair trailed from my collarbone, going between my tits and moving down my stomach and brushing across the tiny strip of hair on my mound. His finger traced the line, and my hips jerked in response to the sensation.

"I thought I was going to explode when I saw this little path right to where I wanted to be," he commented like we had all the time in the world. I whimpered as his fingers moved lower, playing over my clit, slippery from my earlier orgasm.

He cupped my pussy, then pressed back so that my hips were tilted back, presenting my ass to him. The hand in my hair loosened and traveled down my spine, then palmed both cheeks, one after the other. A split second later, a sharp sound echoed in the room, and I registered the sting a moment later.

"Did you... just spank me?" I turned my head back to him, eyes big but and excited smile on my lips. He studied my face for a beat and then caressed the tender spot on my ass.

"Did you... like it?" He teased me, pausing just like I had, and I bit back the giggle that rose in my throat. I loved that he made me want to laugh just as much as he made me want to plunge myself down on his cock.

"I'm not sure, maybe you should try again."

He shook his head lightly, in amusement, before delivering his next command. "Turn back around, dirty girl, and let's find out."

I turned back to the glass, and as soon as my gaze hit the people below, his hand landed on my other cheek. The pain zinged through me, but was closely followed by sparkles of pleasure, a whole different kind than anything before. A strangled moan left me as I tapped my forehead on the glass, and I felt his dark hum of delight in my bones.

His hand that cupped my pussy moved lower, his two middle fingers pushing between my folds to feel just how wet he'd made me.

"My pretty little Y/N is a very dirty girl, I see." His two fingers teased at my dripping hole, and it was all I could do not to beg him to fuck me with them. I canted my hips back, rubbing against his cock and thrilling at the sound he made when I did. He knew what I was asking for, and he didn't wait long to appease me.

My heart stuttered at the sensation of him pressing those thick digits inside me, the first thing since one uncomfortable attempt with a vibrator. The same burning sting was there, but this time it was overshadowed by the absolutely incredible feeling of having Dean inside me, massaging and tweaking my nipples with the other hand. Every time he moved he hit a spot inside that made me jerk, eyes crossing from the pleasure.

I was completely overwhelmed. Every damn thing from the lingering pain of the spanking, to his cock subtly grinding between my ass cheeks, to his arm around me and fingers in me, his chest pressed tight along my back... I was being bombarded inside and out and I. Fucking. Loved it.

"Please, oh god, Dean," I panted as my thighs began to shake again. I couldn't form the words to beg him to give me what I needed, but he seemed to know what it was anyway.

"That it Y/N, I want you to come for me again. I want to feel this pussy tighten and come all over my hand. You won't get my cock until you give me this first. So come for me little slut, now."

A loud, keening cry flew out of me as I came apart around his fingers. I barely even registered his fingers sliding out, and his cock replacing them.

"Y/N, fuck," I vaguely heard him mutter in my ear as he thrust into my body. Tears gathered in my eyes, a mixture of the intensity and elation that this was actually happening. Although it was slightly painful, I'd expected it to hurt more.

He stilled inside me, and I concentrated on coming back from the high he'd sent me to. The first thing that registered was his lips on my neck, his arms banding me to him around my hips and torso.

He knew when I'd come back, and I felt his small exhalation of relief flutter in my hair.

"Did I hurt you?" His gentle question surprised me, shocked that he'd noticed much less cared. I figured not many guys would have.

"I'm okay," I responded in a raspy voice. "Please Dean, don't stop."

"God, you're fucking perfect. Where the hell did you come from?"

I let out a shaky giggle, my words breathless as he pulled out slowly. "Aren't you glad I came out for my birthday?"

"Fuck baby, it's your birthday?"

"Yeah. Best one ever," I responded. I punctuated the sentence with a loud groan as he pushed his cock right back into me.

"I think birthday girl needs another orgasm. What do you say?"

"Jesus," I groaned. "I'm not sure I can take another one."

He paused inside me, then grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, palms against the glass. He placed one hand lightly around my neck to hold me in place as he began fucking me in a steady pace. His other hand moved down and started to rub my clit in small circles. To my utter astonishment, I immediately felt another orgasm start to build.

"If I want you to come for me again, that's exactly what you're going to do. Got it, dirty girl?"

"Fuuuuck," was all I could say in response.

Dean:

Y/N was full of surprises. This woman was fucking hot, but she was also an intriguing mixture of shy and bold, with a little sass and humor threaded through her. I wanted nothing more than to be fucking her right now, but in my heart I knew I wasn't going to let this woman go.

Every thrust into her pussy solidified that. Every sound she made, every moan and cry and shout of my name, told me that somewhere inside her she knew it to. Now I just had to get her to admit it to herself.

Speeding up my thrusts, I clenched my teeth hard enough that I wondered if I'd crack one, trying not to come yet. I promised her one more orgasm, and damn it all if I wasn't going to make sure she got it.

After all, she'd given me her virginity. My cock swelled bigger inside her, blood rushing from my brain as that primal thought took over. As soon as I'd thrust into her, I'd known. Something about the way her voice changed, the way her body tensed up, some sixth sense I had for every small iota of her reactions had told me.

I wished she'd told me first so I could've been gentler, but I knew that if that was something she'd wanted she would have told me. I was going to bring it up after this was over, because that's not something I could let go... But for now at least, I was going to settle for proving to her that she hadn't made a mistake with that decision.

"Do you think anyone can see you right now?" I tightened my hand around her throat just enough for her to feel it there, and felt an answering squeeze of her pussy around my dick. I'd figured out that she loved the dirty talk, so I kept at it to make sure she got to that peak one last time.

"I bet if anyone's watching, they wish they were here. Somewhere out there a guy wants to take his cock out and stroke it to the sight of you getting fucked within an inch of your life. A woman's cunt is getting wet, wishing she were you, wishing it was her tits pressed against the glass and my hand around her throat."

She let out a rough snarl at that sentence, clenching her pussy so tight around me that I had to pause, screwing my eyes shut and counting in an effort not to come.

"Never. You're mine, no one else gets to have you." I could hear in her voice that her vehemence surprised her, but she wasn't taking it back. I didn't even try to hide the grin that split my face. I went back to fucking her, even harder than before. I hurried my fingers on her clit, and could feel her walls begin to ripple around me.

"That's right baby. I don't want anyone else. Other girls can watch, other guys can peek, but they'll never get to touch either of us. Because just as much as I'm yours, you're mine little Y/N."

That was all she needed. Like a bomb, she went off. Her scream would've been heard downstairs even over the music if this room wasn't soundproofed. I couldn't stop myself from following directly after her, and I held her tight in my arms as she came around me, my cock pouring its life inside her.

I somehow got us back to the couch, although I was in a haze as I did. I'd never come that damn hard in my life, and I was positive neither had she. I reached down beside the couch to grab my discarded suit jacket and placed it over her, nearly able to cover all of her. She curled into my chest, humming with delight at the warmth.

I pet her head, running my hands through her soft curls, wondering how to bring up what I wanted to say. I let out a big sigh, knowing I would just have to come right out and ask.

"You okay?" She lifted her head from my chest to look at me, concern furrowing her brow.

"I feel fucking amazing," I assured her. She smiled and settled back onto my chest. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

Her body froze, and I could practically hear her panicking in her head.

"Umm..."

"Hey, Y/N, Look at me." She slowly tilted her head back to meet my eyes, her face in a full blush. I lifted my head to place a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm not mad. I just... could've been gentler. I didn't want to hurt you."

She shrugged, biting her lip. "Honestly, I was worried you might stop if I said anything. And I didn't want that. It didn't hurt as much as I was expecting, anyway." The corner of her mouth tilted in a grin. "I think the fact that you got me so wet I probably leaked onto your carpet helped a bit."

My cock twitched under her tummy, and a shocked laugh fell from her lips.

"Well when you talk about being that wet, what do you expect? That thing has a one track mind, babe."

She burst into a fit of giggles, burying her face in my chest. My heart expanded, warmth coating me at the sound. I waited until she caught her breath to talk about the one last thing I had on my mind.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"I meant what I said. I don't think I can ever let you go."

She looked up at me again, a huge grin on her face, happiness obvious. "Good. I don't plan on going anywhere soon."

"Thank fuck," I breathed out.

"In fact," Y/N continued, sitting up on my lap, my jacket curled around her shoulders. I drew in a breath at the sight, my cock beginning to harden again at the simple eroticism. "This birthday girl is in need of a little dessert."

Her eyes zeroed in on my growing cock, and a groan left me when I realized what she meant.

"Ever sucked a cock before, little slut?"

She shook her head, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hands moved forward and grasped me, lightly sliding up and down. My head fell back against the arm of the couch, the feeling so damn good.

"Will you teach me, Dean?"

"Oh Y/N," I said, "I'll teach you anything you want to know, and things you didn't know you wanted to learn. This is just the beginning."

Her eyes shined bright with excitement and true happiness. My heart skipped a beat, and I knew this girl was it for me.

"Happy Birthday, my little slut."

THE END

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mistymazzello · 5 years

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Masterlist!!

here it is guys!! requests are actually closed right now, but if you want a list of everyone im willing to write for you can look here

*=smut

Richard Madden Imagines

talking about you in an interview

you tease him about GOT

Taron Egerton Imagines

you telling him you're pregnant

breaking up (but getting back together & its rlly cute)

Eggsy Unwin Imagines

Helping him when he's hurt

when you're insecure*

Dean Karny Imagines

Dean as a Dad

Joe Mazzello Imagines

when he gets jealous*

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imagine-richards · 5 years

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55 and/or 71 for the kiss prompts for taron? thanks, angel!💌

55- True love kiss 71- A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

Pulling on some fluffy socks, you walked downstairs in just Taron’s t-shirt, snuggling up on his sofa as you heard him putting away the last of the plates from dinner. You waited patiently for his return, curling up and pulling the blanket Taron always had draped over the back of his sofa. It wasn’t long until he returned, leaning against the doorframe with the biggest, cutest smile on his face. You sat up, raising a brow.

“What’re you smiling at?” “I love you.” “W-what?”

Taron walked over to you, sitting right next to where you were curled up. You were completely frozen, not sure if you actually heard right. He just seemed to be beaming at you, waiting on any real reaction.

“I said I love you.”

Oh god. He really did just say that. You two hadn’t done that yet, but it was literal music to your ears.

“Oh my... I-uh, I-I love you too. I love you.” You stammered out, way less smooth than you hoped this moment would go, but your heart was racing and it was difficult to concentrate because Taron loved you. He actually loved you and you were currently crawling out of your blanket cocoon to sit on his lap, straddling him, holding his cheeks with your hands and pressing the softest of kisses on his lips as his hands went to rest against your bum for support.

“I love you, Taron...” you whispered, “so so much..”

He was smiling possibly the widest you had ever seen him smile, and it looked like he was about to speak, but instead, he reached up, lips crashing against yours in a much stronger kiss. You almost squeaked in shock, but quickly melted into his kiss, leaning into his frame, yours fitting perfectly.

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multiverseofimagines · 5 years

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don’t tell me dean karny wouldn’t try and date me

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sarahegerton19 · 2 years

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dean karny x reader

ok so this is my first time posting on here i hope you like it let me know if you want a part 2

You were laying in bed on a Friday night when you got a call from your friend sydney

“Hey sydney what you want”

You were already in a bad mood after you had a fight with your brother joe.

“Oh ok dame what is wrong with you?” sydney asks a bit offended

“Sorry sydney i just had a fight with joe i don't know how you but up with him”

“I know he can be a bit of a pain in the ass”

You both giggled on the phone

“So why did you call me?”

“Oh yes. You need to come to mine like now the boys and a small few of the girls are having a party, nothing big just us. So what do you say you in or out? Wait, the boys want to hear you too”.

You waited a second for her to but the phone on speaker you then heard kyle on the other end

“Hey Y/N you better get your ass up out of that bed or we are all going to bring the party to you.”

You think for a second they are not going to give up.

You said to yourself.

“Uhhh ok fine” you hear cheers of joy on the other end making you giggle

You then hear joes voice “hey sorry sis for what i said i didn't mean it”

“It's fine joe. your my big bro i forgave you the moment it was said”

“Come on hurry up Y/N we haven't seen you in mounts we miss you”

Scott says

“.ok ok Sydney, can I talk to you in private please?”

You ask. wondering if dean karny would be there or not.

Sydney got up off of the sofa and left the room

“Ok whats up?”

“Amm, is Dean going to be there?”

“Yes he is already here, you need a lift he can pick you up if you want?”

“No no that's fine, is lizzy there too?”

You and Lizzy don't get along well like you used to but one day you opened up about liking Dean and a few weeks later she was dry humping dens leg in your living room two months ago when you threw a party. You were completely crushed you stayed up in your room and locked the door so no one could interrupt your cry fest.

“Yes she is but just ignore them plus you can do better than dean love you hun see you soon.” Sydney then hangs up

You got out of bed and got ready

you were done getting dressed, you walked to sydneys because her house was just 20 minutes down the road.

As you got to the door you see dean sitting on the couch out on the porch with a beer in hand he smiles at you as you walk up the four steps

“Hi dean” you say as you lean against the fence of the porch with your arms crossed against your chest directly in front of him

Dean then leaned forward and looked you up and down, you just stared at him he is acting weird you thought

“I haven't seen you in two months, where were you?”

You just say “I don't know what youre talking about dean” because you can't say oh i was in my room crying not wanting to eat and felling shitty

as you were going to walk over and open the door dean is up and in front of you you froze in your spot. He was standing so close You felt Dean's breath fanning your face. He was breathing heavily.

“Where were you?” he whispers

“I told you dean i don't know what youre talking about now can i go in its kinda cold out here and i did not bring a jacket”

“I will let you in when you answer me where were you for two months you ignored me you won't answer the phone what is going on Y/N”

Dean then steps closer to you

This was not like dean he would never really call you only when he had no one else to talk too

“Nothing dean i just wasn't feeling good i'm fine now”

“Bullshit Y/N i know there is something wrong i can tell ever since the party at yours you have been acting strange you disappeared half way through your own party your not your usual bubbly self”

You did not know what to say dean has never cared this much before

“Look Dean, can we talk about this later?”

“NO!!. Y/N WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS NOW!”

Dean raises his voice at you, you start to feel scared it shows on your face Dean has never raised his voice at you before. Seconds later dean realises what he did his face softens

“Oh im sorry Y/N fuck just…please dont shut me out againg”

“Wow dean i did not think you cared that much”

“Of course i care your my friends little sister just promise if you need help or your not feeling good call me”

Ouch that hurt you thought

“Ye ok fine i will”

“You better”

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taronsheart · 4 years

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just piss him off by dancing with another frat and he’d get SO ANGRY ThaT he’d pull you up to his room without a word, he’d tie you down to his bed completely, with a blindfold and gag just have his fun with you with the toys he had god his voice would be so raspy and low when he spoke to you

“jake, come dance with me!” you hold out your hand and he takes it, hands dangerously low on your hips as you grind your ass on his crotch. dean looks over and clenched his jaw, moving his sunglasses on his head. you look at him and smirk, grinding harder into jake.

“jesus, yn” his hands move to your thighs and dean had enough. he stormed over and grabbed your hand, you gasping. “hey man! we were just dancing!”

“dancing? you were about to cop a feel, dickhead” dean pulled you to his side and upstairs. “seriously, yn, did you not think i was going to see that?” he locked his bedroom door and pushed you to the bed, standing at your feet. “undress, now”

you stare into his eyes and you pull your tight dress down, dean licking his lips slowly and gripping your jaw. “your rules, dean. you said every dress i don’t wear underwear” you have a slight smirk on your lips as dean thinks of words to say. he cocks his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly, your smirk dropping, slightly gulping. dean chuckles as he unbuttons his jacket, throwing it on the chair. he unbuttons his shirt and throws it over his head. you sit up and reach out to touch him, but he grabs your wrist and puts it behind your back, making you gasp.

“bad girls don’t get what they want” he puts you to the bed, pushing your hips up until your head is on the pillow. “spread your arms and legs” you stare at dean and he slaps your thigh, making you whimper. “i said.. spread” you did as you were told and dean tied your wrists and ankles to the bed, your boyfriend smirking as he circles around you. “look at that pretty pussy.. too bad i’m gonna fucking destroy it” he slaps your thigh and you yelp again. he opens his closet and pulls out a box and you pick up your head, curious. he puts your forehead down, placing a blindfold over your eyes.

“dean!”

“you know the word, baby. just say the word and i’ll stop. do you want to stop?” dean kissed your cheek softly and you shook your head.

“n-no”

“good girl” he backs away and is quiet for a moment before putting a gag in your mouth. “word?”

“nuh uh”

you hear the box set down, your chest heaving up and down, scared and excited for dean’s next move. you hear a soft vibration sound and a vibrator being pressed to your clit, making you tug on dean’s ties around your wrist. “oh, look how responsive. do you think jake could please you like this?”

“mhm” you tease and dean turns the vibrations up higher, making you moan louder.

“yeah? he can, hm?”

the highest setting. dean had enough of your taunting, your quick wit, and you finally pushed him to the edge. dean took off his pants and underwear, sliding on a condom and thrusting himself into you roughly. “dean!”

“that’s right baby, who fucks you so good, hm? who fucks this nice pussy so good?” he grips your thighs and you moan at all of the pleasure.

“cum.. cum..” you pant and dean chuckles.

“oh no, you’re not allowed to cum” he pulled out and turned down the vibrations, and you pant. he turns the vibrator off completely, and he’s quiet. no movement. the only sounds heard were cheers of people down at the pool, and the shitty music.

“de- fuck!” he turns the vibrations all the way, your hands tugging tightly on the ties. “cum! please, cum!”

“hm, are you going to listen?” dean kissed your neck softly.

“yes!”

“are you not going to dance on my friends and let him touch you in ways only i can?” he bit your ear lobe, hand rubbing up and down your stomach.

“yes! yes dean!”

“go ahead for me, baby, cum for me” you tug on the ties once more, back arching so bad, letting out the loudest moan as you release the orgasm you desperately needed. dean didn’t stop the vibration, and your thighs and hips jolted.

“jacket! jacket!” you yell and dean immediately stopped the vibrator, untying your ankles and throwing the rope on the floor. he undoes your wrists and takes off your gag and blindfold, you panting. dean pet your hair, looking at you with concern.

“are you okay? i didn’t mean to overstimulate you, baby. i’m so sorry” dean hated when you used the safe word, it means he went too far.

“it’s.. it’s okay” he grabbed a towel and water, giving you the water. he wipes the sweat off you, going into the bathroom and turning on the bath. “dean, i..i can’t walk”

“okay baby” he picks you up and puts you in the warm water, and you sigh happily.

“wait, dean” he crouches next to you, chin on the edge of the tub. “you didn’t cum”

“tonight wasn’t about me, baby girl”

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hauntedflamingo · 5 years

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What would I do without you? Part one

Dean Karny X reader

A/n: Seriously there are spoilers for the Billionaire Boys Club movie. Don’t read if you haven’t seen it. Fair warning.

Dean’s car is already in the driveway when you get home. He had not been home this early since he started the BBC and you both moved in with Joe. He always came home late, from a meeting with clients or the rest of the BBC. As you walk through the door, you hang up your coat and your purse, finding your suitcase next to the door. “Dean, I’m home!” You shout, walking towards the bedroom.

You hear his footsteps running down the stairs. “Hey baby.” He walks into the bedroom, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He steps back and you take in his appearance. “Why does it look like you started a moving company?” You smile, trying not to laugh at him. “Also, why is my suitcase next to the door?” Dean doesn’t return your smile. In fact, he seems anxious. “You need to stay at your sister’s apartment for a few days.”

“What! Why?” You are taken aback, not expecting the conversation to take such a serious turn.

“I can’t really explain. Just tell her that we had a fight. I already packed your bag with a few days of clothes. I will let you know when you can come back home.”

“Okay?” Looking at him skeptically.

“Just trust me” He brings his hand up to your face stroking your cheek.

“I do.” Moving your face to kiss his palm. Walking back to the front door, you grab your coat and purse, not bothering to put them back on, as you head out the door. Dean quickly follows you with your suitcase and puts it in your car. Before you get in the car, he gives you a kiss on the lips that feels desperate. You pull him closer running your hands through his hair. He breaks away and squeezes your butt. You smile up at him. This time he smiles back but his eyes look sad. You know something is wrong with him but you can’t figure it out.

You drive to your sister’s apartment and ring the doorbell. She sees the suitcase in your hand. “What is wrong?” “Dean and I had a fight. Can I stay here for a few days?”

“Sure, you can stay in the guest bedroom.” She Moves away from the door to let you in and closes it behind you, making sure to lock it. “You know now is not the time to be having a fight when you are supposed to be planning a wedding.”

“Yes, I know.” Sitting down on the couch. “It’s just he is always home late and I never get to see him anymore since he started the business with Joe.”

Your sister sits next to you. “Don’t worry you guys will figure it out. “What do you want to eat for dinner?”

“Whatever you want. I am going to take my stuff to the room.” Standing up, you grab your suitcase and walk down the hall. You and your sister eat, watch tv for a while, and then head off to bed.

Sitting at your desk, your phone rings. Sighing, you drop your pencil and pick up the phone. “This is Y/N.” Trying not to sound too irritated since your work was interrupted. On the other side of the phone you hear Deans voice “hey baby.” He sounds tired. “Dean? Are you okay?” You hear him exhale before he starts to speak “I was wondering if you would go down to the police station with me. They want to speak to me.” Stunned, you finally answer his question. “Let me go ask my boss”. Slowly you get up from your desk, walk down the hall and knock on your boss’ door. “Come in” she says. Opening the door, you walk in and sit down in the chair opposite the desk. “My fiancée wants me to go down with him to the police station.” Your voice is already wavering.

“Is everything okay?” She asks.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out. “He hasn’t told me the situation yet. I wanted to know if I could go with him. I don’t know how long it will take. Hopefully it will only be an hour but it might take longer. So, I might be back after lunch. Talking quickly so you don’t start crying.

“You can go. Just try to be back as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” Walking back to your desk, you try to calm your nerves before picking up the phone. “My boss said I can go. Are you already at the?” Feeling a lump form in your throat, not finishing the sentence.

“Baby, don’t cry. I will meet you there. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly, trying to calm you down. Knowing you would not be able to say goodbye, you hang up the phone. You put away your work and grab your purse, running to the bathroom to fix your makeup and try to stop crying. On the way to the station, you try not to think about any reasons why the police would need to speak with him.

When you get to the station, you see Dean already standing by the door. Parking your car, you hurry across the lot. He doesn’t say a word, just grabs your hand tight and opens the door. You sit down in the waiting area while he goes to talk to the receptionist. A few minutes later he is led out of your sight.

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lxve-and-lxght · 5 years

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Alright y’all

I don’t know who’s willing to do it, but SOMEONE has to write some Sub Dean Karny smut. Pleaseeeee.

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mistymazzello · 5 years

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could we maybe get some soft! domestic! dean karny ? i love your work 💛

such a cute concept omg, thank you sweetheart!

just as you finished giving your 6 month old daughter lily a bath, you heard your front door open.

“hellooooooo, i’m home!” dean called.

“we’re up here!” you called back. you wrapped lily in a cute little towel that had a hood on it. the hood had little cat ears on it, so naturally you put it up, making her giggle.

“you like having the hood up, my love?” you laughed, just causing her to giggle more.

“alright, my little kitten, come here.” you said, picking her up and putting her on your waist.

you carried her out of the bathroom, and right as you walked out, you were greeted by your husband.

“hey babe” he said. you smiled at the nickname and leaned in for a kiss. he kissed you softly and then turned to lily.

“and what do we have here?!” he said, eyes softening. “did you have a bath love?” he asked rhetorically.

she reached out for him and he caught her hands. you laughed and passed her to him. he held her out in front of him and smiled at her. “aw look at my little love bug. you’re getting big, lily grace.” he kissed her nose and she giggled, causing him to giggle too.

“let’s get you dressed.” he said, heading towards her room. you followed behind and stopped in the doorway.

he set her on the changing table with a huge grin on his face. he grabbed her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead before opening her drawers to look for pajamas.

“hmmm. okay. how about these?” he pretended to ask your daughter.

“no? too flashy? yeah I thought that too.” he said. he eventually picked some out and slowly put them on her. you were surprised that she wasn’t fussing, because she usually does when you try to put clothes on her.

she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.

“okay. there you go.” he said while buttoning the pajamas. you leaned your head against the doorway and admired your little family.

“god dean, hate to break it to you, but i think you’re a softy.” you said as he walked over to you.

he nudged your arm with his elbow as he walked past you. “am not.” he mumbled.

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burgers-and-french-fries · 3 years

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Okay. I finally figured it out. Sorry it took forever. 😔

How about “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” With Dean and the reader???

Note: Hello Lovely! Thank you so much for your request. There is no need to be sorry for taking your time in choosing what you want. I'm grateful that you requested anything.

I hope that you enjoy this imagine and I hope that it's all you had envisioned.

I have highlighted the prompt/s that you requested and I think this turned out quite well.

In saying that though, this imagine does mention sickness, vertigo, pounding headaches and vomit. please read at your own risk.

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Monday mornings were always hell for y/n because that meant she’d have to put up with all of the hangovers her colleagues had developed from the weekend of partying. Dean Karny was the worst. His hangovers made him even more of a flirt but if they were really bad, he’d end up in an extremely grouchy mood and it was difficult to pull two words from him.

“Morning Mr. Karny.” Y/n mumbled as Dean begrudgingly sauntered past the reception desk. He barely acknowledged her. Y/n smirked to herself. She was going to have fun with this.

For the better part of the two years y/n had been working for the BBC, she had found herself developing feelings for Dean. She loved the way he spoke and how the words flowed out of his mouth so melodically. She loved the way his collar would always be popped. She loved everything about him. He oozed sex appeal and he damn well knew that too.

When Dean reached his office, he found a fresh hot cup of coffee waiting for him and it was no surprise as to who put it there. He had to admit that y/n was a beautiful girl and she was sweet. She saw the good in people, even if they didn’t deserve it. She was the definition of an angel.

He knew that y/n had feelings for him but he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew he had a reputation for using women for his own pleasure. Y/n was different. She had a glow about her that Dean couldn’t place but he knew he didn’t want to be the reason that glow faded. So like always, Dean got tied into his work and left y/n to it.

Three hours and six cups of coffee later, y/n had started feeling the effects of the caffeine as it vigorously coursed through her veins. Normally it would sit well with her but the more she stared at her computer and read the small print on the papers she had to look over, the more she felt her head swimming. She knew that if she didn’t take a break now, it wasn’t going to end very well for her.

Slowly she inched her finger toward the call button on the phone for Dean’s office. She would have pressed Joe’s but he was at a lunch meeting with a client and a few of the other boys that worked in the building.

“What is it y/n?” Dean asked. Y/n closed her eyes in hopes that her world would stop spinning long enough for her to talk.

Dean waited for her reply but after a minute or two of silence, he decided it best to go and check on the woman.

When he got there, he saw her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her temples.

“If I didn’t know any better, miss y/l/n, I’d say you were a little hung over.” Dean joked, knowing full well y/n didn’t drink.

If she could’ve, y/n would have shot him a glare in playfulness but something within her body was telling her that something was wrong.

“Y/n?” Dean asked when the woman groaned. He knew that groan to be ‘hand something to get sick in.’ He quickly grabbed the trash can beside her and dumped the trash out.

Dean tried not to gag as the woman relieved her belly. He was never good with other people getting sick but he could see that y/n was in distress and if the call to his office was anything to go by, he knew she was in very bad shape.

“Sorry.” Y/n managed to croak out when she was done. Dean shook his head.

“Don’t be. No one can help being sick.” Dean said reassuringly, rubbing her back.

“I’m taking you home.” Dean said. Y/n looked at him, wanting to argue but not having the energy to do so.

“I’m going to rinse this out and when I come back, your stuff better be packed up.” Dean said, hurrying off before y/n could attempt to get a word in. She groaned once more and slowly did as he instructed.

Today was not shaping up to be a good day at all. Bloody coffee!

Dean had taken y/n home like he said he would and he tucked her into her bed when they got to her apartment. Not once did y/n fight him on anything which is what told Dean that she was definitely ill and would need assistance, leading him to call Joe and tell him that something had come up and he needed to step out of the office for the rest of the day.

Of course Joe had asked if it had anything to do with y/n’s absence. Dean couldn’t get out of this one so he explained what had happened and Joe was in agreement. He did tell Dean that he was needed back at work the next day and Dean reluctantly agreed.

“How are you feeling?” Dean asked as he opened y/n’s bedroom door to see if she was ok. She was awake and looking at him. Her once bright green eyes were now a dull green colour that had been glazed over.

“What happened?” She managed to ask. Dean gave her a small smile.

“You got sick and I took you home.” Replied, wanting to be completely honest with her.

“Hmm.” Was all she responded with as her eyes closed again on their own accord, her body clearly not ready to be awake or feeling better yet.

Dean closed the door and looked around at what he could do since he finished his work he had brought with him.

“Fuck!” Dean heard coming from y/n’s room. He scrambled to get off the couch and rushed to where she was.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean asked with amusement, seeing her all tangled in her blankets.

“Help.” Came her pathetic little plea. Dean chuckled and went over to help her.

“Want to tell me what you were trying to do?” He asked as he untangled her.

“I need to pee.” She admitted quietly, the sudden movements making her head pound again. Dean helped her up and gave her a minute to adjust to her new position.

“Ok, I’m good.” Y/n whispered, grabbing hold of Dean’s outstretched hands so that she could steadily stand.

However, when she stood up, y/n could feel her world spinning before her knees went weak and buckled, making her fall right into the man in front of her.

Dean caught her with ease and helped her stand up right but her knees buckled again. It was like they had a mind of their own and wanted Dean to catch her again. Y/n blushed something crazy and started apologizing once more.

“Stop saying sorry.” Dean said as he lifted the woman into his arms with ease. Y/n felt her cheeks go hot but given the feeling in her belly, she knew it wasn’t from Dean holding her in his arms.

“Dean, I’m gonna be sick.” She barely got out before he had to let her down so she could throw up in her bathtub. It being the closest thing to get sick in.

“Right, I’m calling the doctor.” Dean said. Y/n grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Please don’t. I just need to rest.” She grumbled. Dean sighed. He wasn’t convinced but he didn’t want to cause her body any more discomfort.

“Alright.” He reluctantly agreed.

Once y/n had done her thing and Dean had cleaned everything up, he helped back to her bed where she asked him to lay down beside her. Now just needing someone to cuddle her.

Dean nodded and laid down, taking her frail body in his arms and gently holding her to him.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Dean teased lightly. Y/n had no energy to laugh or respond so she simply rubbed his arm in acknowledgement and hummed.

“Hmm?” She hummed in question. Dean smirked, feeling her fingers play with the hair on his arms.

“You fainted straight into my arms.” He whispered, feeling y/n’s body go lax.

“Sweet dreams love.” He concluded, kissing her cheek and closing his eyes as well.

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