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neko-rogers · 6 years ago

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Distraction

Synopsis: Dean’s been up late every night researching for a solution for the curse inflicted upon his forearm and always winding up with nothing. With you greatly concerned for his well-being, you decide to uncoil the tension built in him.

Words: 2415

Forewarnings: NSFW, MOC!Dean, slight angst (if you squint), grinding, heated make-out scenes, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex,

A/N: This would’ve been a greater prompt with Sam but sadly I don’t write for him. But hey, thank you so much for 100 followers! Likes and reblogs are awesome but I would greatly appreciate any kind of feedback!

Your body tossed and turned from one side of the bed to the other, kicking off the covers and craving for the warmth of your lover who had withdrawn from his room earlier. Instead of having to feel Dean’s muscular arms around your body, you were left with nothing but cold bedsheets.

The light from your phone illuminated around the dark room checking to see the time – displaying bold numbers indicating that it was quarter past one in the morning. You pouted, concluding that Dean was definitely not beside you and acknowledging that he was habitually sulking in the Men of Letters library. Countless nights passed and you were getting tired of his continual urge to cure himself from the Mark, setting his priorities straight which left you feeling like you were merely second option.

You understood that he wasn’t getting any better as long as the curse was still inscribed in his forearm, but couldn’t he at least get the right amount of sleep? Hardly anyone could function properly with an inadequate amount of sleep in their system.

Thereon you dragged your legs out from the comfortable bed and stood up to walk down the hallways of the bunker. You couldn’t give a damn if you were in one of Dean’s huge shirts and only a pair of underwear beneath, all you could care was forcing your boyfriend to take a break from the homework and lie down with you.

When you peeked at the doorway in the direction of the library, you saw the dim light of the lamp situated on the vast table radiating around the area. And of course Dean was there seated with his laptop in front and a half drunken beer beside looking exhausted as ever.

“You’re carrying too much burden there, can’t you take a break and save that for tomorrow?”

There your shoulder leaned against the frame with your arms crossed against your chest, catching your boyfriend’s attention once you spoke up from across the room. Dean took a swig at his beer before you started walking towards him. He then halted with the research and slowly leaned back against his seat, smiling when watching your figure come closer to reach for a chair and settle next to him.

“I need to find another way for this thing to come off my arm already, you out of all people should know that.” The tone in his husky voice being utterly disturbed and anxious. And you frowned at him for being ignorant upon his wellness, being greatly consumed by the Mark and how to fix it.

Your hand reached for his, relaxing it on top as you intertwined both your fingers together while he stared into the front of his screen which arrayed the homepage of a fact-finding website and sets of links that was all about the history of the said curse. “I’ve hurt too many loved ones and I can’t stand the idea to see more people pain because of me. Especially you, I never want to see you devastated.”

That little statement sent a a heavy load over your heart as you knew he was suffering and undergoing through so much, along with being corrupted as the wielder. He was scared to make a move in case he was ever going to out like a deranged psychopath. “But you need to feed and rest, Dean, nothing can be resolved if you keep drowning yourself with glasses of whiskey.”

Although Dean shrugged if off and faint laughter exits from his lips – there he goes again with the false bravado, thinking that he could mask his fear by pretending everything is going smoothly and that he’s going to handle this perfectly fine. “Sam and I can help you tomorrow, but please, I need you to rest tonight.”

But he didn’t follow up to your request as he coldly rips his hand away from yours and continues to scroll past the numerous articles while ignoring your plead. Though you didn’t feel offended or anything, you knew he was clearly affected by the Mark that’s why his actions could be unfeeling at times.

“I won’t stop until I get this friggin’ thing off of me already,” Dean deduced while continuing to type into the search bar for any other facts and information to be added to his knowledge.

Little by little you were getting fed up with the attitude – you tried taking big breaths, inhaling and exhaling deeply but it didn’t work as you stood up from your chair and extended your arm to reach for the screen of his laptop. Without giving a warning, you slammed it shut which finally caused him too look up at you with a disgruntled expression. “And I need you to friggin’ relax!”

You had no choice but to put your foot down as he continued to look at you with discontent. He wasn’t uttering anything else as the room became silent for a few minutes, only exchanging looks with your lover until the stillness started to eat one of you up. “If you don’t have anything else to say, can I continue with my homework?”

And that was it. That was the final straw.

Lacking enough thought as you swiftly mounted on his Dean’s lap, spanning your legs on either sides of him as you made yourself comfortable with the situation you were in. At first you could see his face turn to bewilderment but immediately shifting to a more casual manner as astonishment got to him, “Whoa.”

Both your arms linked around his neck, relaxing on top of his shoulder as you steadily began to lean closer. Inch by inch, you felt your torso pressed against his sturdy one and finally linking both your lips together – instantly relishing the endless whiskey and beer combination he has been drinking.

Meanwhile all Dean could smell was his own scent – air freshener incorporated with beer – which had latched onto your body due to your excessive use of his flannels and shirts. Along with that, he could taste a hint of menthol either due to your toothpaste or some candy, but couldn’t quite decipher since his own impression of alcohol overpowers.

You couldn’t hear nothing more than the eagerness for each other’s touch and the hungry kisses that would lead to something more. Sam was heavily asleep in his room after sneaking around behind Dean’s back without him noticing, going from place to place that got to your suspicion – expecting that he won’t be waking up anytime at his condition.

As you noses brushed from side to side, your hands were firmly wrapped around his neck while your hips began to sway forwards and backwards on his body, purposely to feel his prominent erection skim under the pooling are between your inner thighs. You couldn’t help but moan once you sensed your boyfriend’s fingers hook around the garter of your underwear and grope at your bare ass.

“I love it when you wear nothing more underneath my shirt.” He lets out a groan before assertively tearing up the thin fabric that was once covering your lower region, leaving you in nothing more as the cool air grazed over your velvety skin.

It made you squeal when his hands gripped on either sides of your waist securely before hoisting your body up the table, sweeping the other objects he was busy with earlier aside and focusing greatly on you now. You heard him mutter something, maybe another compliment about how beautiful you looked wearing his shirt, but shrugged it off when once you felt his freezing hands slide underneath.

Dean made sure to toy around with your breasts before getting any farther, being aware at how you loved it when he does that. You could feel his huge hands fondle over and continue to play, even going further as to lightly tweaking at your nipples and then pulling at them.

With his actions, you were sat there wanting for more. You let out a few moans to his ear as he complied by tugging the hem of the shirt and pulling it over your head, causing you to be completely naked and Dean’s body being the sole source of warmth for you.

Again, he locked his lips with yours but only for the shortest while as his kisses descended – sinking from your lower jaw then to your neck, making sure to leave the necessary love bites so that everyone would know that you were his only. Eventually after passing by the are between the valley of your breasts and your stomach, he stopped when he reached your lower abdomen. Your back was pressed against the varnished, wooden table awaiting for Dean to use his skills upon you.

You laid over the surface as Dean finally welcomed himself between your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he crouched down to get a closer view of your dripping core. “I’ve been missing out on a lot of things, huh?”

Dean didn’t waste anymore time as he dipped his tongue onto your sensitive bud. The coolness of the air and the warmth he inflicted battled as you enjoyed the sensation, letting him take over. He licked a strip in an ascending direction as your hands began to come down and search their way around your boyfriend’s frizzy light brown locks.

And boy did he love his hair getting tugged around.

A loud moan instinctively echoed around the room once he felt your fingers twine around his hair. The sounds produced sent shivers down your spine once the vibration brushed against the facade of your cunt. You would admit that you definitely missed all of these, it has been a busy while since the last time you had foreplay and intercourse with him – the tender and loving contact was what you always preferred rather than the quick and sloppy one.

When everything was prepped, he hooked an arm around your thigh and hauled your body closer so he could get a better angle upon eating your pussy out. Meanwhile the other hand slid at the exterior of your entrance, teasing with finger at first and playing around with your wetness.

Although he did get to the part wherein he sank his thick fingers deep inside, feeling the tips brush at your sensitive spots while the length was buried between the warm walls. It was nice at first, with him pumping one or two numbers inside and outside of you.

Though it wasn’t enough.

It couldn’t sate your cravings for something to be driving into your cunt. You wanted something that pulsed for a more exhilarating feeling – something that could make you tear up and curl your toes, feeling as if you were on the climax of a rollercoaster ride. “Dean, I want you inside me now!”

Thankfully your boyfriend was dying to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around his shaft also. After finally pulling his fingers out from your cunt, he cleaned up the excess fluids that dripped all the way down and licking it all neatly until there wasn’t anything left.

You could hear the unbuckling noise of his belt and zipper coming undone. Then after a second passed you sensed his denim jeans falling past his firm legs and dropping around his ankles and to the floor – you were longing for this moment already.

Then he asked once more for your consent, wanting to hear if you were wholly ready for him as you nodded continuously without stating anything else. You watched as Dean jerked his cock numerous times before lining himself across your entrance, while you becoming turned on with those actions as you heavily exhaled.

He thrusted himself until his full length was totally immersed inside you and letting out a groan when the crown of his cock immediately sticking up to reach for your sweet spot. Meanwhile your boyfriend was also startled with the tightness he was getting from you.

And the both of you were completely enjoying this, not caring whether your moans and whimpers were already at the edge of waking Sam up. It has been a goddamn while and nothing can ruin this perfect moment of skin to skin contact with each other.

The legs of the table were already creaking with each thrust Dean made. The lamp placed on the table was now rolling around and was eventually going to hit the cold floor. And you were a mess beneath your loved who was enjoying the view of you melting and turning into putty within his touch.

“Baby, I’m close,” you cried out as tears began to emerge from the corners of your eyes – cannot decipher if it was due to the harsh thrusts or because of your resistance to release.

Your fingers were gripping hard at the edge of the table as your face was turning into a shade of tomato red. Then your lower region began to tighten like knots as your mind began to feel light-headed, what was missing was merely you vision fading to darkness as your grip loosened.

Dean gave you access to your orgasm as you didn’t hesitate anymore, letting the contracted muscles loose which sent more juices dripping down your skin than from earlier. In Dean’s point of view, his cock was completely covered in your come and it was the hottest thing he has ever laid eyes on – well except for his Baby, of course.

Although things weren’t done yet, your boyfriend still hasn’t chased his climax and you were willing to return the favor by blowing him off. You sat up straight – you naked body facing in front of him while he enjoyed the magnificent view of your breasts bounce – then got down from the surface and instantly kneeled before him.

You were prepped. Hands were wrapped around his still erect cock, feeling warmth and pulsing off from it. Though everything was cancelled when you heard a voice that made both your heads turn to the doorway. And there stood the younger Winchester in his dirty white V-neck looking annoyed after being disturbed with his deep slumber.

“Uhm guys?” Sam called out, despite that he looked very drowsy and out of his mind like he just awoken up from a hangover.

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