Random Supernatural one shots

Dean x reader lemon

(Y/N) didn't know how it got this hot, but it did. Dean pulled his shirt over his head, then returned on top of the frail women under him, his large hands ran down her sides. The leather of the Impala made everything stick, and that much more erotic. Dean's lean body fit perfectly with her soft frame, like two puzzle pieces. His breath was deep, slow, calming. His hands were rough, gentle, wonderful. Beautiful couldn't even begin to describe the intense gaze he kept locked onto (Y/N)'s eyes, she shifted under him whenever his eyes would flick to her lips, then back to her eyes. The whole night both had hardly kissed, even though (Y/N) was practically half naked. Dean's eyes were indescribable, though if anyone tried to describe them they'd say they were emeralds framed by his long lashes. He used those lashes as a weapon against (Y/N). His eyes drifted from her bra clad chest up her neck and to her eyes. (Y/N)'s breath hitched at his gaze. It was hungry and wanting, lustful.
"Dean..." (Y/N) breathed, arching up against Dean's chest. He closed his eyes and locked his jaw in place at the sound of his voice rolling off her tongue. To him you sounded like melted chocolate, or the feeling you get when you eat something that's bittersweet. His name sounded like an orchestra playing when it came from between her lips. It was so beautiful, Dean couldn't help himself.
Dean's hands moved to up to (Y/N)'s face, holding her soft locks between his fingers. He stared at her for a while, then leaned down and pressed his mouth hungrily against Hers. Under him, (Y/N) arched up slightly, obviously as hungry as him. Dean's eyebrows furrowed and he breathed deeply through his nose. His tongue shoved into her mouth, moaning at the wonderful taste of her. Under him (Y/N) squirmed and lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair rubbing his scalp. Just that small action made Dean moan and break the kiss to arch into her, his head ducked down to nibble on her neck. (Y/N) moaned and clenched his blond-brown hair tugging slightly. Dean bit down harshly and shivered at the feeling. His hips rolled down to (Y/N)'s making her gasp and arch up, a smiled made it's way onto her face.
"Sensitive scalp..." She breathed. Dean groaned and untangled his fingers from her (H/C) locks, sliding them down her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful." Dean breathed out kissing her shoulder. His lips trailed down to her bra strap, his teeth took the strap and he pulled it down. Dean's other hand pushed the other strap down, and that hand went behind her back. He kissed (Y/N)'s shoulder and looked up at her, asking for permission. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as she saw his eyes. They were much more passionate and lust filled then the beginning of the night, to her they were beautiful. After a while of eye contact, Dean rubbed her back tenderly. (Y/N)'s eyes widened slightly and she nodded. Dean's fingers clipped open the bra with ease. (Y/N) teared her eyes away from Dean's intense stare, her face flushed. Dean's mouth worked hotly down to her breasts, then nipples. (Y/N) gasped and arched her back rolling her head to look at the ceiling. One of Dean's hands went to her hair and brushed through it.
(Y/N) thought Dean would be a rough sex person, he was probably the most sensitive, tender, loving man she's ever been with. He constantly would ask if she was alright or if it felt good, then again that could be him talking dirty to her. Dean's fingers crawled, like spiders, down her sides. (Y/N) shuddered and reached to grip at his shoulders. (Y/N)'s stomach dropped as his fingers brushed gently against her underwear, going inward to her thighs. (Y/N) arched her back and moved her hands to his hair. Dean's tongue worked magic on her breast. A harsh shiver ran throughout (Y/N)'s body as Dean's fingers pulled her hips up to meet his in a slight thrust, both needed some kind of friction on their lower halves.
Dean wanted to sink deeply into her and fuck her until she couldn't walk, but he wanted more than anything to show her how much he loved her. Even though the Impala limited their space, Dean found a way to travel between her legs. He kissed at the scars on her hips and pulled one hand from his hair kissing the scars on there too. (Y/N) felt the passion and how much he cared, not by words, but simply by the feeling of his lips.
In the past, (Y/N) wasn't always the luckiest with guys, especially the last guy she was with. He'd beat her, call her terrible things, he'd even lock her in a closet as punishment when she did something wrong. Dean was her savior. When she ran from that terrible man, Dean found her trying to hide around their bunker. He'd helped her, even though he wasn't much of the mushy, helping type. Dean slowly fell in love with her, and she him. His whole personality had changed because of her, in a good way of course. Whenever they went to a bar he found it was wrong to flirt with girls, even if she wasn't around.
Dean's eyebrows furrowed together at the memory if fighting her ex. His lips kissed her hips lovingly.
"I love you." He mumbled under his breath. (Y/N) squirmed and ran a hand through his hair. She tugged making him look up at her. Dean's eyes begged her to say something.
"Dean..." She pulled him to her mouth by his hair, making him groan. Mouths crashed together passionately, beautifully. Tongues danced a sinful dance.
"I love you too." She breathed carefully against his mouth. Dean smiled and kissed back down her neck. He left yet another love bite on her neck. His hands rested on her hips rubbing the elastic band of her underwear. He nibbled the flesh of her soft neck enjoying the little mewls and moans that came from her.
"You're so beautiful." He groaned holding her closer. His head ducked between her legs again. He nuzzled his face in the space below her navel and above her underwear, the place where most of the scars were. Dean's mouth finally found the elastic of her underwear and he bit it pulling it down with just his teeth. (Y/N) groaned at how erotic it was. When he got to her thighs his hands had to go the rest of the way. (y/n) helped him by lifting her legs up. Her feet were about level with his shoulders. Dean gripped her ankle and pressed an open mouthed kiss there. He continued and mumbled complaints.
"Beautiful," He mumbled.
Shin, "Lovely."
Knee, "I'd never hurt you."
Thigh, "Don't leave, I need you."
The last words he breathed out, making (y/n)'s heart ache. She hated that he hated himself. She just wished he loved himself as much as she loved him.
(y/n) gasped and arched off the leather seat, making an unsatisfying stick noise. Dean's face buried between her legs and tongue running against her clit. She gasped louder and a quiet moan escaped her as he worked down to her opening. He prodded for a second, before actually entering his tongue.
(y/n) head about him having and oral fixation, but she didn't think it was true. A moan escaped Dean as (y/n)'s taste flooded his taste buds, what they were doing was sinfully right. Dean didn't care, but (y/n) wanted to make sure that she really liked Dean, which she did, before doing this.
His tongue squirmed around inside her, making her squirm. He licked back up to her clit and took it in her mouth, two of his fingers entered her.
"Dean!" She called out clenching around him. Dean moaned vibrating her. He pulled off her clit and smiled up to her. Not a smirk. A smile.
"That didn't take long." He chuckled moving back up her body, kissing where her scars were again.
"Please, Dean," (y/n) panted curling her arms around his neck.
"What, baby? Please what?" Dean wanted her to say it. He wanted her to talk dirty. She wasn't really the one to talk dirty, but at this point she'd go to hell and back if that got him to fuck her.
"D-Dean. I-I need you." She tried to get her way around this.
"What about me do you need?"
"All of you." She moaned in his ear. Dean's jaw clenched and he reached out grabbing hold of the door.
"Lay back." He demanded. (y/n) did as he asked and laid down pulling him with. He supported himself with both hands and began to line himself up. A few whispers were exchanged between the two a he pushed in. A small whimper came from (y/n) and she tightened her grip on his back. Dean groaned and rested his head on her shoulder, breathing heavy. They laid like that for a minute or two, taking in each other's presence.
"D-Dean... please." (y/n) finally whimpered. Dean took in a deep breath and lifted his head to look into her eyes. One of his hands went to brush the hair out of her face. Dean leaned and pressed his lips against hers, then started to move. His hips worked perfectly against hers. Lovers shared passionate kisses and deep breaths. In all the heat the only thing (y/n) could focus on was Dean. His lips that devoured hers. His hands that ran down her body, occasionally stopping at her hips to grip them if her gave a hard thrust. His eyes would sometimes open to look at her face that was twisted in pleasure. Dean's voice was beautiful. His groans were beautiful to (y/n).
One of Dean's hands traveled to the small of her back lifting her hips to get a better angle. (y/n) broke the kiss and tossed her head back hitting it against the car door.
"Fuck... ow." She panted. Dean grabbed her back and moved to pull her up to sit on his lap. Dean wrapped his arms around (y/n) protectively. One hand went to the back of her head and rubbed tenderly.
"You okay, baby?" Dean's voice was low and lustful. (y/n) made a moaning noise that resembled a yes. Dean helped (y/n) work her hips to grind down on him. Her legs curled around his waist and a shuddering moan escaped her lips.
"Dean, ah. I love you." It came out more of a whimper than anything else. Dean shoved his face in her sweaty neck and laid her back down. Dean's hips stayed at the slow pace keeping it passionate. (y/n)'s hand went away from his back and behind her to slap against the window, a desperate attempt to grab something. Dean's teeth clenched as he felt his brink coming. (y/n) on the other hand had no idea when hers was arriving, so when it did she yelled out Dean's name over and over again wrapping herself tightly around him. Her clenching around him was enough to send him over. He moaned loudly in her ear, and held onto her like if let go she would disappear. (y/n)'s body arched up into Dean's. He breath erotic and every sense heightened.
Dean was an addicting drug, one she couldn't get away from. (y/n) wasn't like any other girl to Dean. She was strong, beautiful. He didn't use her for sex like he did, shamefully, other girls. Dean had actually fallen in love.
The couple breathed heavily holding each other. Dean finally pulled his sticky body back and looked down at (y/n). Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't sleeping just resting. When she felt Dean looking, she opened her eyes and smiled up at Dean. Said man leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a short loving kiss.
"I really do love you." He breathed.
"I love you too." She mumbled. The Impala had fogged up and a hand print was on the window where (y/n) had slapped it. Dean looked around the car and smiled.
"I got my two babies." He murmured resting his forehead against (y/n)'s collarbone. She giggled and ran a hand through his hair. Dean hummed and pecked her neck.
"I won't leave you, I promise."