Supernatural OneShots

*Birthday Girl*

(A/N): So, I'm obviously late for my birthday. I started writing this on my birthday (December 20th) and I finally finished typing it this week. Now I gotta get started on Dean's birthday fic.
P.S. This contains probably the most amazingly written sex scene that I've ever composed. Enjoy!

I sit up, now fully awake, realizing that Dean's not in the room. That's strange; I thought he'd be in here to wake me up with some soft morning kisses. Guess not. Also...why am I on the couch? I go to put my feet on the floor, and almost step on something. I pick it up to get a closer look, and see that it's a miniature Christmas Reese's cup. A foot or so away is another Reese's cup on the floor. Okay, I think I get it; it's a treasure trail, leading to Dean. Of course, I'm probably going to laugh my ass off at whatever outfit he's made himself wear for me. I do appreciate the gesture though. I just thought that maybe he's learned his lesson from the last time or two. I guess I'll find out. I follow the trail down the hallway, to Dean's bedroom. I don't know why I'm so scared to open the door. 'Just do it, Als' Dean's says in my head. Why is he my conscience's voice? Should that worry me? Nevermind. I slowly open the door, and walk in, quickly shutting the door behind me. I don't want anyone blackmailing him, whether he's being stupid or not. But when my gaze meets his, I feel like I'm going to collapse. Oh, he's not being his cheesy self this time. No stupid costume of any kind. Emphasis on 'any kind'. He's not wearing anything, leaving my poor innocent little brown eyeballs to roam his naked body freely. Okay, I'm kidding about the whole innocent thing. I can't come up with anything to say, being stunned, but when I do, I just sound so immature. I pout, saying, "Dean...now I have to do something even more sexy for your birthday!" He laughs, still in his spot on the bed, "Sorry Princess, but I didn't think a stripper costume would be appropriate for you. You are older now." I shed my tank top and shorts, leaving myself in my undergarments, and crawl up on the bed next to him. I say, "But I'm still me; I don't really feel older. And I did appreciate the effort you put into wearing those ridiculous outfits for me. It was very sweet of you, Dean." He smiles, replying, "Anything for my babygirl." I lean down, and kiss him gently, then he pulls away, adding as a whisper, "Now...are you going to be a good girl, and take the rest of your clothes off for daddy?" I grin, saying, "You know, that would be the perfect birthday present." He raises a brow, asking, "What? What would be?" I reply, "You taking control. I really love being your 'Princess'." He asks, "Oh? You do?" I continue, "Yeah, because you love me, treat me like a queen...and fuck me like a whore." He smirks, and attacks me suddenly, pinning me to the bed. I smile, and he says, "That's my girl." I just adore when he says that. It makes me blush, as well as proud to be his. I love being his girlfriend, I mean, everything I said about being his 'Princess' is true. He says, "Hmm...should I tease you first? Maybe a little kiss here, a little nibble there..." He kisses my lips first, being stern but still soft, then he nibbles at my ear, making me giggle a little. I say, "No no, no teasing." He raises a brow, and I catch on. He wants me to beg. And I'd be glad to. But if I beg, I can't be innocent, so I quickly turn my 'dirty switch' on. No more cute and pure. I whine, begging, "Daddy, please...please fuck me...I need your big cock stretching my walls daddy...please..." He smirks, saying, "Good girl...let's get those panties off first, okay?" I nod, feeling like even my body is begging for him. He reaches down, and rips my panties off in one tug. That just adds to his sexiness. I always swoon when he rips clothes off as if it's so easy. He reaches behind me, and unclips my bra in seconds. He runs a few fingers up and between my folds, my core aching for him, then he slides a finger into me slowly, drawing out a low moan from my lips. He's hovering over me, his body barely touching mine, as his finger slides in and out of me. He whispers in my ear, "That's a good girl...I love hearing you make those noises for me...makes daddy want to pound you into the mattress." I can hear him smiling. He kisses my ear gently, adding a finger into me, then kisses my neck a bit roughly. He could just be touching me innocently, and I'd moan. Just a small touch from him, and the burning desire for him ignites like a frickin' wildfire. I breathe, my hands running up his arms, "Daddy please..." My eyes are closed, so I can really feel the pleasure pulsing through me. I spread my legs even farther, feeling his hard member just barely moving against my stomach. He continues kissing various parts of my upper body, while I lay there, a moaning mess. Finally, I decide to get this thing moving along, and don't get me wrong, I am enjoying this, believe me, I just...really want him inside me. I reach down, and wrap my hand around his hard cock, rubbing my thumb over the hot, smooth skin at the head, smearing a bit of precum across it. He groans at my touch, and I pump him slowly as he kisses me roughly, his taste becoming overpowering. He whispers, "Princess, what're you doing?" I whine, "Please, daddy...please, I need you..." He raises a brow, asking, "Oh, you need me?" I nod, replying, "Badly." He smirks, and his hand rests over mine on his erection, then he moves it, rubbing it right up against my core. My eyes close again, and my back arches just enough that my stomach touches his as I moan for it. He then rubs the tip in circles around my clit, making me even wetter by the moment, moaning a bit louder. I breathe, "Please daddy...I'm being really good, right?" He kisses my collarbone, still rubbing my clit with the tip, then whispers, "You've been a very good girl, Princess. So I should reward you, right?" I nod quickly, my hand in his hair, saying, "Please?" He chuckles, kisses my lips again, then he replies, "Sorry, I got carried away. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you, and I knew you'd listen this way." I giggle, "Oh Dean, if we just talked, I'd listen. I'm always here for you, I promise. And I'm sure that you've noticed by now that I love you." He smiles, saying, "I love you too, Ally." He adds, going back to his stern 'daddy' voice, "You're mine, Princess. Nobody else can have you, got it?" I grin, replying, "Yes Dean, I know. Honestly, why would I run from you? You're amazing, and nobody can make me feel the way you do." He smirks, then shoves himself into me, filling me up as far as he can go, making me gasp. He pulls out almost all the way, then plunges into me, again and again, getting faster as he goes. I moan, "Oh...daddy, that's...so good, don't...stop..." He continues slamming into me, causing the pressure to build inside me, my moans becoming more intense and desperate. I wrap my arms around his neck as he presses against me, but I end up dragging my fingers over his back, wanting to feel every muscle as he works me over. I gasp when he hits my g spot, and try to muffle my noises in his shoulder. My legs soon begin to tremble as the sounds of skin slapping skin fills the room, along with the wet noises I've come to crave. His breathing is just as fast as mine, and I almost lose my grip on him, his skin slick with sweat. The pressure is so intense now that I'm seeing stars, and I gasp with his thrusts, "Dean, I'm-oh fuck right there-im so close-" but he breathes, "Cum for me, Princess." He starts slamming into me so deep and hard that I just gasp random noises for a moment, then I let go. I cum hard with the scream of his name, my entire body relieving itself of the tremendous heat that Dean created. As I'm trying to calm my breathing, he groans deeply, and I feel him explode inside of me. I moan softly, feeling his cum, mixed with mine, dripping out of me as he pulls out slowly. We lay there for a moment, pressed against each other, just breathing. I say quietly, after a few minutes, "Wow." He kisses my cheek as I pet his hair, fondly. He says, "That good?" I giggle, replying, "Mindblowing Birthday sex." He looks at me for a moment, just staring into my eyes, then he says, "Well you know I'd do anything for you to make you happy. But don't worry, I'm happy too...with you, I mean." I cup his face with my hands, and say, giggling, "Good. Or else I'd do anything for you to be happy too." He chuckles as I let go of his face, moving my hands down his shoulders. His thumb caresses my bottom lip, then he kisses me again, softly. I smile into the kiss, then he pulls away, saying, "Oh, I got you a few things. I mean, I kinda thought I should get you something else besides sex, since we seem to do that a lot." I raise a brow, asking, "Are you saying that we shouldn't be?" His eyes widen, and he blurts, "No! No, no, I didn't say that! You know I love sex with you baby, don't scare me like that!" I giggle, and he gets off of me, stands up, and pulls his boxers on. I sit up, catching my bra and underwear as he tosses them to me, putting them on my body gently, since I'm a little sore. He picks up two boxes off the floor next to the bed, then sits down next to me, and hands me the boxes, saying, "Happy Birthday, Princess." I smile, and he adds, "And don't say that I didn't have to, because I wanted to do it. I'm your boyfriend; it's what I do." I laugh, "Okay, I'll try not to...but I might say it out of habit." The first box is small and black, with a white bow on top. I open it to find a double-chained choker with a pink crystal dangling from the middle. I say, "Oh...it's beautiful, Dean, thank you!" The other box is medium sized, a scrumptious mint color with a big black bow on top. I blurt, "Can i just say that I love how you coordinated the boxes and bows? Dean, I'm impressed." He laughs, "Just open it. You might be even more impressed, you dunno." I open the lid, and my jaw drops. I mutter, "Dean...you didn't..." He grins as I pull a mint polaroid out of the box. He says, "It's got paper and film already in there. I made sure it'd be ready for you." I say, "Dean, thank you...I just...thank you so much. It's so amazing." I look down at the camera, then at him, saying, "You know what? I think this calls for a photo, don't you?" He takes the boxes off the bed, saying, "But we're barely wearing clothes." I say, "Just lay down, and I'll tell you what to do." We both lay down next to each other, and I look over at him, saying, "Now, look at me." He turns his head, and we almost bump noses, making us laugh. I quickly take a picture of us while we're smiling, then set the camera on the nightstand so it can print the photo. Dean asks, "So, do you wanna wait to go to Chickfila? Because I plan on taking you today." I say, "Yeah, man. I gotta shower." He laughs, "Oh, right. Sorry, me too." I say, my nose touching his again, "You're such an idjit." He rolls his eyes with a smile, replying, "Yeah, but I'm your idjit." I grin, then give him a quick kiss, then get up. I grab my romper and shirt, and some clean undergarments, heading to the door. But before I leave the room, Dean says, "Oh, and by the way...we're definitely not done with sex for today yet." I say, "Yeah, yeah, I know." I leave the room, thinking with a smirk, "Oh, happy birthday to me then!"