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copperboom82 · 3 months ago

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Whole Lotta Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Word Count: 3.7k

Title credit: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Summary: As their relationship deepens, a simple hunt brings Dean and Lorelai find their connection impossible to ignore. Will they take the leap and explore the depths of their feelings for each other?

Set September 2005, shortly before the Pilot.

AN: Hello! This was something I wrote in October for Cult of Chaos's Cultober event and never posted over here (Discord server can be found here for anyone interested). Prompts were "masturbation show" and "cuddling". It was written to work as a oneshot and can be read on its own, but if you're reading Unlikely Connections over on Ao3, it also works as an outtake from Chapter 26.

Warnings: Contains smut, 18+ only. Minors DNI. Other than that? Mentions of alcohol/drunkeness. Cursing. Fluff.

Credit/Link: Divider by cafekitsune and can be found here!

Dean watched with amusement as Lorelai savored the last bite of her chocolate cake, her eyes closing in bliss. It was getting late and had been a long day on the road, but being reunited with Lorelai had given him a burst of energy nothing else could. It’d only been a week they’d been apart this time, but he was finding that the longer this thing went on between them, the stronger he'd find himself feeling her absence. He knew they were overdue for a conversation – the fumble he’d made on the phone the night before, calling her his girlfriend, had been proof of that, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. There was no doubt in his mind by then how she felt about him, but those walls of hers were still going to be a bitch to deal with.

“Good?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Lorelai nodded enthusiastically, licking a stray bit of frosting from her lips.

“So good. I swear, small-town diners always have the best desserts.”

Dean chuckled, pushing his now-empty plate to the side, any remnants of his apple pie long gone.

“Can’t argue that. Though I still say pie kicks the shit out of cake.”

“And that’s why you’re cracked,” Lorelai retorted, a playful smirk on her face.

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Dean found himself studying Lorelai. There was something different tonight – a tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there for a while, a slight furrow in her brow when she thought he wasn’t looking. He wanted to ask what was bothering her, but experience had taught him the best way to get things out of her was easing into them… pushing her rarely went well.

“So,” he began, leaning back in the booth and opting to focus on lightening the mood instead, “you ready to tackle some ghouls tomorrow? Or did you need another day to recover from last night’s festivities.”

From how drunk she’d sounded, he was impressed she’d actually stuck to her word and showed up. He’d half expected her to tell him she wouldn’t make it until Sunday. Lorelai’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she met his gaze with defiance.

“Please. I could hunt circles around you even with a hangover.”

Dean snorted and raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge, Baudelaire?”

“Maybe,” she shot back, eyes alight with their normal mischief. “You up for it?”

Their playful banter continued as they made their way back to the motel, even as the atmosphere began to shift to something more charged around them. Dean’s fingers drummed restlessly on the steering wheel as he drove, hyper-aware of Lorelai’s presence beside him. She had her window rolled down slightly, the cool night air tousling her hair and nipping at both their skin. The scent of her shampoo mingled with the crisp autumn breeze, filling the car with a heady mixture that made Dean’s head spin. He found himself reminded of nights driving around Tullahoma, music pouring from the car’s radio and smell of pine surrounding them.

As they pulled into the motel parking lot, Dean cut the engine and they both climbed out of the car. Lorelai, he noticed, gravitated closer to him as they walked, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Dean found his arms full, her lips crashing against his with an urgency that took his breath away.

Dean’s hands instinctively found their way to Lorelai’s waist, pulling her closer as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between them all evening finally broke, unleashing a flood of desire that threatened to drown him. Dean walked them backwards until Lorelai’s back hit the wall, never breaking their heated kiss.

His hands roamed her body, reacquainting himself with every curve and plane he'd missed over the past week. Lorelai's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in the way she knew drove him crazy. Dean groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips against hers and relishing in the soft gasp it elicited from her.

As they broke apart for air, Dean trailed kisses along Lorelai's jaw, making his way to that sensitive spot just below her ear. He nipped at it gently, smirking against her skin when she shivered in response.

"Fuck, I missed you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Lorelai's reply came out as a breathy moan as Dean's hands slipped under her sweater, his calloused fingers skimming along her bare skin. "Missed you too," she managed to get out, arching into his touch.

“You really are insatiable,” he teased, remembering his words from the night before as he pulled back slightly, taking in her flushed skin and darkened eyes. Lorelai’s lips were already swollen from their kissing, hair starting to come loose from its braid, and he couldn’t help think she’d never looked more beautiful. The color in her cheeks deepened, though Dean knew it was from embarrassment.

“Like you’re any better,” she threw back, pulling him back in and kissing him again quickly but deeply before moving to trail her mouth down his neck. Dean let out a sound that was half laugh half moan as she worked, his grip on her tightening.

“Yeah, well I’m not the one that drunk dialed you and got myself off listening to your voice last night,” he teased, hands still roaming under her sweater. “Gotta say, sweetheart, I didn't expect you to be still be quite so... enthusiastic after that."

"Fuck, can we please not talk about that?" Lorelai groaned, burying her face in Dean’s chest, suddenly abandoning her other activities. Dean laughed, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Aw, c'mon, Lor. No need to be embarrassed. It was hot as hell."

Lorelai looked up at him, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance in her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah," Dean confirmed, his voice dropping even lower. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Hearing you touch yourself, knowing you were thinking about me... God, Lor, I was so fucking turned on. What do you think I did when I got back to my room?"

A shiver ran through Lorelai at his words, and Dean felt her press closer to him. Encouraged, he continued, "You know what I kept thinking about?"

Lorelai shook her head, her breath catching as Dean's hands slid lower, gripping her hips.

"How much I wished I could've seen you," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "Watching you fall apart, seeing what you do to yourself when you're alone... fuck, baby, just thinking about it gets me hard."

Lorelai's eyes widened at his admission, a spark of interest igniting in them. She bit her lip, considering for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across her face.

"I could do something about that, you know. If you wanted."

Dean's breath caught in his throat, his grip on her hips tightening, immediately catching onto her implication.

"Seriously?"

Lorelai nodded, her earlier embarrassment seemingly forgotten as she pushed Dean back towards the bed.

"Sit down," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a jolt of arousal straight to Dean's groin. He obeyed without hesitation, settling on the edge of the bed and watching with rapt attention as Lorelai stepped back. She reached for the hem of her sweater, pausing for a moment to lock eyes with Dean.

"No touching," she warned, a teasing glint in her eye. "You wanted to watch, right?" Dean nodded eagerly, his hands gripping the bedspread to keep from reaching out for her.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Show me everything."

Lorelai smirked, slowly pulling her sweater over her head to reveal a simple black bra underneath. Dean's eyes roamed over her exposed skin hungrily, taking in the subtle definition of her muscles and the swell of her breasts.

She reached for the button of her jeans next, popping it open with deliberate slowness. As she lowered the zipper, she kept her eyes locked on Dean's, reveling in the way his gaze darkened with each new inch of skin revealed.

"You know," she said conversationally as she shimmied out of her jeans, "I think about you a lot when I'm alone."

"Yeah? Tell me about it,” he prompted, his voice strained in a way that made her smirk. Lorelai stepped out of her jeans, now clad only in her bra and a pair of simple black panties. She ran her hands along her sides, her touch feather-light.

"I think about your hands," she murmured. "How they feel on my skin, calloused and rough but so gentle when you want them to be."

Her own hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra. "I think about your mouth," she continued, her breath hitching slightly as she kneaded her flesh. "How you always know just where to kiss, where to bite..."

Dean shifted on the bed, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight as he watched Lorelai's display. "Fuck, baby," he groaned. "What else?"

Lorelai's hands moved to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "I think about your cock," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly at her own boldness. "How it feels inside me, stretching me just right."

She palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and gasping at the sensation. "Sometimes," she continued, her voice breathy, "I think about how it feels in my mouth. The weight of you on my tongue, the way you taste... fuck, Dean. I love making you come down my throat.

Dean cursed under his breath, his hands clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her.

"Christ, Lor, you're killing me here."

Lorelai smirked, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "You started this, Winchester. You want me to stop?"

Dean shook his head vehemently. "Fuck no. Keep going. Wanna see all of you."

Lorelai slowly pulled down her panties, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood before Dean completely bare, her skin flushed with arousal and anticipation. Dean's eyes roamed over her body hungrily, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Tell me what to do," Lorelai said softly, her earlier bravado faltering slightly under the intensity of Dean's gaze, and Dean swallowed hard.

“Touch yourself for me, Lor. C’mere, and show me how you like it,” he told her, his voice rough. She nodded, and crossed the short distance, settling in at the head of the bed, just out of his reach, while he shifted to see her better. Her hands trailed her body, and she cupped her breasts again, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. A soft moan escaped her as she rolled the hardened peaks between her fingers.

"That's it," Dean encouraged, his own arousal evident in the strain of his jeans. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, Lor."

One of Lorelai's hands drifted lower, skimming over her stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, giving Dean a better view as she ran her fingers through her folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned. "Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me see all of you."

Lorelai complied, using two fingers to part her folds and expose her glistening center to Dean's hungry gaze. She circled her clit with her other hand, her breath hitching at the sensation.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Dean instructed, his voice low and commanding, trying to keep his growing desperation at bay. Lorelai's eyes fluttered shut as she continued to tease herself.

"You," she breathed. "Your hands on me, your mouth... Fuck, Dean, I love it when you eat me out."

Dean shifted on the bed, adjusting himself through his jeans. "Yeah? You want my tongue on you right now, baby?"

Lorelai nodded, a whimper escaping her as she increased the pressure on her clit. "Yes, fuck, Dean... want your tongue inside me, want you to make me come..."

"Soon," Dean promised, his voice rough with desire. "For now, I want you to slip a finger inside yourself. Nice and slow."

Lorelai obeyed, sliding one finger into her wet heat with a soft gasp. She pumped it slowly, her other hand still working her clit in tight circles.

"That's it," Dean encouraged. "Add another finger, baby. Stretch yourself for me."

Lorelai complied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. She moaned at the fuller sensation, her hips rocking slightly as she fucked herself on her fingers.

"God, Lor, you look so fucking hot right now," Dean groaned. "Wish it was my cock inside you, filling you up..."

Lorelai's movements became more frantic at his words, her fingers pumping faster as she chased her release. "Dean," she whimpered, "I'm close..."

"Not yet," Dean commanded, his voice firm despite his own arousal. "Slow down, baby. I'm not done watching you yet."

Lorelai whined in frustration but obeyed, slowing her movements to a torturous pace. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back her orgasm, and Dean couldn't help but marvel at how responsive she was to his commands.

"That's my girl," he praised. "Now, I want you to tell me what you think about when you're alone. What gets you off when I'm not there?"

Lorelai's cheeks flushed, but she met Dean's gaze as she spoke. "I think about that time in Tulsa," she admitted. "How you held me up against the wall, fucked me so hard I could barely walk the next day..."

Dean groaned at the memory, his cock twitching in his jeans. She’d been so rev’ed up that night, so flexible… they’d both been pleasantly sore the next day.

“God, Lor, that was so hot. The way you were begging me for it… I still think about it. What else?"

"I think about that mouth of yours," Lorelai continued, her voice breathy as she continued to work herself slowly. "You know how to make me fall apart… make me feel so good."

"You deserve to feel good, sweetheart," Dean murmured, hardly conscious of what he was even saying. "You're so fucking perfect. Love watching you like this, all spread out for me..."

Lorelai's hips bucked at his words, a whimper escaping her. "Dean, please," she begged. "I need more..."

Dean's resolve was crumbling, his own need becoming unbearable.

"Okay, baby," he conceded. "Speed up for me. Wanna watch you come."

Lorelai didn't need to be told twice. She increased the pace of her fingers, fucking herself faster as her other hand worked her clit with renewed vigor. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as she chased her release.

"That's it," Dean encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, Lor. Let me see you fall apart."

With a cry of Dean's name, Lorelai's orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure washed through her. Dean watched in awe as she rode out her climax, committing every detail to memory.

Dean was on her in an instant as she came down from her high, pulling her close and kissing her deeply before reaching for her hand.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured as she nuzzled into his chest, and he brought her fingers to his lips, licking them clean and savoring the taste of her. “Fuck, Lor, you’re amazing.”

"Your turn," she mumbled back, still trembling through the aftershocks but already eager for more, reaching for the button of his jeans. Dean, however, caught her wrist gently, stopping her.

"Uh-uh," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm not done with you yet."

Before Lorelai could respond, Dean shifted, rolling her onto her back and moving to shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her as she watched him hungrily.

"On your hands and knees," he instructed, climbing onto the bed behind her.

Lorelai complied eagerly, presenting herself to him. Dean ran his hands over her ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively before trailing his fingers along her still-sensitive folds.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he groaned, coating himself in her slickness. "You ready for me?"

"Yes," Lorelai breathed, pushing back against him. "Please, Dean, need you inside me..."

Dean lined himself up with her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice rough with need.

"You," Lorelai whimpered. "Want your cock, Dean. Want you to fuck me, make me yours..."

With a groan, Dean pushed into her in one smooth thrust, both of them crying out at the sensation. He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust, before setting a punishing pace.

"Fuck, Lor," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, so tight and wet for me..."

Lorelai moaned, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm. "Yes, Dean, just like that... harder, please..."

Dean complied, snapping his hips with renewed vigor. He reached around to rub her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."

Lorelai's arms gave out, her face pressing into the mattress as Dean continued to pound into her. The new angle had him hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and he could feel her getting close again already.

"Dean," she whimpered.

"I know, baby, me too,” Dean grunted, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Come for me, Lor. Let go."

With a cry of Dean's name, Lorelai's second orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling Dean over the edge with her. He came with a shout, spilling inside her as his hips stuttered to a stop.

They collapsed onto the bed, Dean barely managing to avoid crushing Lorelai beneath him. He pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and tugging her close. And for a long moment, they lay there in silence, both trying to catch their breath. Dean pressed soft kisses to Lorelai's shoulder, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her hip.

"That was..." Lorelai trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words. Dean chuckled, nuzzling into her hair.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was. Always is with you."

Lorelai rolled over to face him, her expression soft and unguarded in a way Dean rarely got to see. She reached up, tracing his jawline with gentle fingers.

"I'm glad I came," she admitted quietly.

Dean's heart swelled at her words. He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Me too, sweetheart. I... I missed you. More than I thought I would."

He could see her try to retreat behind those damn walls of her, try to hide what the words meant to her, but after so many months he’d gotten use to reading her anyway. He saw the way her eyes softened, the way her cheeks flushed, and her lips quirked into a smile. And instead of pulling away, she snuggled closer, tucking her head under his chin.

"I missed you too," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

Dean tightened his arms around her, savoring the feeling of having her close. He knew they still had a lot to figure out, that there were conversations they needed to have. But for now, he was content to hold her, to breathe in the scent of her hair and feel the warmth of her skin against his.

As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Dean found himself thinking about the future in ways he didn’t normally let himself. He thought about what he wanted to ask her, about giving things a real shot, and he let himself imagine what it might be like if she said yes. It was easy to imagine, they’d already been spending so much time together. The idea of having her there with him, as a real partner… by his side for hunts, lazy mornings in bed and late nights on the road. He even let himself wonder for a half a second what Sam might think of her, what his little brother would say if he could see him now, wrapped around this woman’s finger. It was such a good dream, Dean didn’t think he’d even mind the teasing he was sure would come.

It scared him, how easily he could picture a life with Lorelai by his side. But as she pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, her fingers tracing patterns on his back, Dean realized he wasn't as afraid of that future as he used to be. The thing he thought he might be most afraid of was her saying no and crushing it all before they even really gave it a chance. He knew he wasn’t in this alone… but he knew those fears of hers ran deep, and he hoped he’d be enough to help her push through them, but he wasn’t sure.

"We should probably get some sleep," Lorelai murmured after a while, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "Got ghouls to hunt tomorrow, remember?"

Dean chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah, you're right. Though I gotta say, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to focus on hunting when all I can think about is you."

Lorelai laughed softly, swatting at his chest playfully.

"You are such a cheeseball,” she chided, laughter underlying her voice. “We've got work to do."

Dean grinned, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. "Yes, ma'am," he teased. "But after we're done with the ghouls..."

"After the ghouls, we'll see," Lorelai said, and Dean could hear the smile in her voice, even if it was mixed with that nervousness he’d come to expect.

As they settled in for the night, Dean found himself feeling more content than he had in a long time. He knew they still had a lot to work through, that there were still secrets between them and walls to be broken down. But lying here with Lorelai in his arms, Dean felt like maybe, just maybe, they had a real shot at something good.

With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of Lorelai's breathing lull him to sleep. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, Dean was exactly where he wanted to be.

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