Dean Winchester X Reader imagines/one-shots

Stress Relief(NSFW)

WARNING: 

contains partial smut; oral! female receiving!

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"Hey why don't you take a break from researching, you've been at it for hours."

I feel Dean's arms wrap around behind me, leaning down resting his head on my shoulder. I sigh turning to face Dean. This whole case was frustrating and hardly any progress has been made, so the idea of stopping was agitating. 

"And do what Dean? This case isn't gonna solve itself and what's point of stopping if I won't even be able to sleep? I might as well keep going, otherwise no progress is ever gonna be made." I snap back. 

I take a deep breath pinching the bridge of my nose, "I'm sorry Dean, I'm so just stressed. I didn't mean to take it out on you." 

He messages my shoulders, "I know, I know, just let me help you relax..." I feel his lips trail my neck leaving soft kisses. 

"Dean..." I warn. 

He shushes me, "Just let me take of you sweetheart."

Giving into his words I lean back into the chair, closing my eyes as Dean continues peppering my neck. I feel Dean pull away. Opening my eyes I find him in front of me with his hand out. 

"Come on, lets get you somewhere more comfortable." He smirks slightly waiting for me to grab his hand. Grabbing his hand Dean leads me to the bed gently laying my down his body towering over mine. 

I look at him lovingly, this man is god sent. 

Dean leans down brushing his lips lightly over mine teasing. I grab his hair pulling him towards me to deepen the kiss, I can feel him chuckle at the action. I moan into the kiss letting myself relax. 

He pulls away lips pink and swollen and his pupils blown. Catching his breath Dean goes back to my neck nibbling at the soft tissue leaving marks along the skin painting it in hues of purple. 

I feel his hands trail down my sides gipping my hips, I moan as he kneads the skin. Dean slides his body down his fingers making their to the hem of my pants, and he slides one hand underneath lightly rubbing my now swollen clit. 

I bite the tip of my thumb trying to subdue the moans.  

Dean stops what he's doing, "Hey don't do that, I wanna hear those pretty noises" he whispers. 

"Sorry, force of habit" I pant. There weren't many times we got to do anything intimate without Sam being in the next room.

Dean shakes his head going back down this time grabbing the pants taking them off completely. The cold air hits my legs causing me to rub them together for warmth. Dean clicks his tongue in disapproval grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart. 

I furrow my brows sitting up slightly to question Deans actions, but before I could he lowers his head kissing my inner thighs. I instinctively moan.  Dean grips my thighs in response. 

Fuck, this man truly knows all sweet spots.  

Dean pulls back radiating in the pleasure he was bringing, all of it was for him, and for him only. 

Reaching toward the remaining clothe he slides the panties to the side lightly inserting the tip of his finger. I roll my hips trying gain as much traction as possible even attempting to slip his finger further in. 

Dean retracts, "Not quite yet sweetheart, remember I'm taking care of you here."

I  look at Dean with pleading eye begging for him to continue, "Dean...please..."

"Don't worry I got you..." he whispers, his finger tips trailing my inner thighs, and he lowers head. 

I can feel Dean's hair tickle my legs as he peppers kisses along my inner thighs. Going towards my center Dean plants a kiss on my panties lightly sucking on my clit through the fabric digging his nails into my skin. Dean makes his way to top of my panties placing soft kisses on my mons on his way up. 

I continuously moan begging for Dean, calling out his name, as he worships my body hitting every possible erogenous zone. Dean was gonna take his time, showering the one he loves in immense pleasure. 

I start to squirm against Dean, doing everything in my power to gain more friction, to get closer to my own climax. Dean chuckles against my skin, "Alright, alright, I'll stop being such a tease." 

I moan in response. 

"That's right darling, keep making those noises for me."

Dean grabs the top of the panties and slips them down my legs tossing them into oblivion. No longer wasting as much time, Dean starts slowly kissing and softly licking around my clit. 

He presses his tongue flat against my pussy taking a long stride from the bottom on up applying pressure. 

Dean places his hands on my lower stomach – gently touching and running his hands on my body continuing his action. Stopping at the top Dean sucks on my clit using his tongue to message it.

"Fuck Dean!" I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head.  

Dean continues sucking my clit moving one of his hands from my stomach towards my entrance. He slower inserts one finger slipping it in and out looking for my g-spot.  I start to rock my hips towards his hand causing the finger to go deeper. 

I feel myself getting closer to climax, biting my lip in pleasure as Dean begins to add in another finger hitting my spot causing me to yell out his name. 

Dean lifts his head panting, smirking at my reactions. His fingers still moving inside, and he brings his other hand down to rub circles on my clit. 

"Good girl, you're doing so good, keep saying my name." Dean says going back to kissing my thighs. 

I feel myself reaching my climax.  I grab onto the sheets my body shaking in pleasure as Dean continues his work.  With one last insert of his fingers I feel myself reaching my high and riding it out on Deans hand moaning his name. 

Dean takes his fingers out licking them clean. 

"Oh my god... that was..." I start to say the words barely making it out of my mouth. 

"Awesome." Dean smirks finishing my sentence, clearly pleased with his work. I nod my head in agreement. 

Dean crawls up the bed getting underneath the covers and pulling my body towards him. 

"Feel less stressed Y/N?" Dean inquired rubbing his hand on my arm. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear the words for himself. 

"God. Yes, Dean. What did I do to deserve you?" I chuckle bringing my body closer to his warmth. 

Dean stretches his arms out groaning "I don't know. I'm just that awesome, sweetheart." I lightly slap his arm, "Whatever you dork."

I curl up into Deans arms letting myself slip into deep sleep. 

"Good night Y/N, I love you."

"I love you too, Dean."

A/N: 

If you made it this far congratulations! Here's a cookie you sinner. Thought it was about time I started to write some more steamy chapters. 

Until next time!

Wisteria