Im screaming! This idea was given in the AGWC group and I'm so thankful for it!
This fic will be porno style including cliches and euphemisms.
I actually blushed writing this. That's a very rare thing to happen as I have no shame.
Dean Ambrose X reader
*smut*
As I sat down on the couch with my lunch I heard a hard knocking at the door. Rolling my eyes I got up to peek out the window and saw a UPS van. Groaning as I hated dealing with them I answered the door and my heart stopped.
Oh shit he's hot. Tall, with a mop of dirty blonde hair and ice blue eyes. His shirt strained over his bulging muscles and he wore a dimpled smirk. He held a large box in his hands.
"Afternoon, my name is Dean and I'm here to drop off a package for Ms. Y/N." His voice was husky and I felt myself growing hot.
"Y-yeah that's me." I started forward to take the box off him and he shook his head.
"It's a little large for your small hands to take, I'll put it inside for you." He grinned and knew exactly what he was doing. Fuck it. He wants to play dirty? I can play dirty.
"Mm you're right, I don't think I've had a package that big before, why don't you come in?" I finished with a wink and he licked his lips.
Brushing past me I got a whiff of his cologne and fuckkkkk he smelled so good it intensified my lust. Dropping the box he turns to me, his hands dropping to hang on his trousers. I eyed him hungrily, making sure my eyes traveled over his crotch slowly and when our eyes met, he grinned.
"Enjoy your day Y/N." He moved to the door to leave.
"I'm sure it will be pleasurable." He turned back and laughed before stopping dead in his tracks.
"Oh.
"Is something wrong?" I walked closer to him.
"It says here you have an outstanding charge on this, to be paid on delivery." I scoffed.
"That's not possible! Not to mention I don't even have any money on me..." I trailed off, looking up at him. He smirked down at me.
"Well I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." He pulled me flush against him by the band of my shorts. I pulled back and looked him up and down, slowly. I took my time staring at his crotch.
"Like what you see?" He licked his lips.
"I think I need a closer inspection." Nodding to the box behind us, I asked
"Is that the only load to be dropped off?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"There's another load that can be dropped off but I think it's a little big for you to handle baby ."
"Why not let me be the judge of that?" He stared down into my eyes.
"Fuck it."
"No Dean, fuck me." I purred. That set him off and he wrapped his arms back around my waist, leaning down to place hot kisses at my neck. I moaned and ran my hands over his built chest.
"Bedroom?" He asked against my neck.
"Second on the right!"
Picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder as though I weighed nothing, I giggled as he kicked the door open and set me down on the bed.
He ripped open his shirt and tossed it to the side. He began shimmying his trousers off, giving me a little dance in the process.
"Boxers on or... Nah off." He got rid of them too and looked down at me. His cock was bigger than I thought.
"You are wearing far too many clothes." Leaning down to kiss me, he climbed on top of me and began working down my shorts impatiently. He then sat me up and threw my t shirt away. He wolf whistled as he stared over my body.
"Oh what a pretty bra aaand there it goes." He flung it viciously and I gasped.
"What did my bra ever do to you?!" He cupped my breasts and kneaded them softly.
"It was in the damn way woman!" Pushing me back down he started peppering kisses along my stomach. Guiding him back up I kneeled on one of his thick thighs and rubbed myself on him slowly, enjoying the shuddering breath he released. I lent forward to kiss him lightly and teasingly on the lips several times. Dean reached up and rolled me beneath him.
"Fuck, babe I need you."
I moaned and ran my hands over his broad muscular shoulders and down his built arms. I then moved my hands down his ribs and against his hips, pulling him as close to me as possible.
Dean pushed my thighs apart and teased a finger at my wet folds. He slid two fingers in, making me jolt and as he pressed his thumb to my clit, I whimpered. I writhed with pleasure as I moved my hips against his hand. I felt my orgasm approach and he pulled his fingers out, eliciting a disappointed squeak from me.
"Oh!" I was speechless as he pushed himself inside me in one long stroke. I arched up against him, clutching his hips once more as he moved against me languidly.
"Faster! I need you to fuck me harder!" I demanded. Dean raised his head, ensured we made eye contact before flashing me a quick smirk and he began thrusting relentlessly. I kept my eyes trained on the intense look on his face as he hammered into me. Panting, I could feel the muscles in my stomach tighten and I knew I wasn't far from coming.
"Fuck, Dean, harder!" He grunted softly and complied, slamming his hips viciously into me.
"DEAN!" I came loudly and I could see him clench his teeth, as my orgasm sent him over the edge.
He pulled out and came in hot spurts across my stomach. He closed his eyes and lowered his forehead onto mine, his damp curls sticking to his forehead. He eased off me and flopped to the side. For a while there was just the sound of us catching our breath and then eventually silence. He looked at me, curiosity shining in his blue eyes.
"Well, wasn't that just the best delivery that ever came for you?" I giggled as he smiled, showing off his dimples.
"Best. Delivery. Ever!"
