Pitch Black - Dean/Reader

Pitch Black

Imagine Dean inviting you to a party.

You show up in a short, gold dress that reflects the lights in the dark.
The silky fabric looks smooth on your skin, your back fully exposed except of your lower back.

The music is loud, flowing through your body as you enter the room.

You see the crowd dancing, bodies moving together in sync in an almost pitch-black room. Some lights flicker in different colors, but otherwise you can't really recognize any faces in the darkness.

You step further into your room on you high heels as you throw back your hair when someone grabs your arm and pulls you into an even darker corner.

Your heart jumps a little but the soothing voice against your ear is so distinctive that it allows you to relax immediately.

"I've been waiting for you, Y/N", you hear Dean whisper directly into your ear as your back is directed towards his chest, his hand on the wall over your head.

The warmth of his breath tingles your neck and his lips brushing your ear cause you to tilt your head, craving for more.

Dean grabs your hair and pushes it back, so he can put soft kisses on your neck. You arch your back, closing the little remaining space between you two and feel his arousal against your ass, his cock becoming harder and harder the more you move your body towards him.

He slides down his hand on your bare back, sending shivers down your spine.

Both of you are out of breath, the risk of getting caught turning you on even more and the tingling sensation between your legs growing.

You let out a moan which causes Dean to turn you around and grab your waist, pulling you closer. He crashes his lips into yours, giving you a wistful kiss. His smell leaves you out of breath and the slight scratch of his beard on your face makes you gulp, longing for even more friction than it's even possible at that point.

Your hands play with the rim of his shirt making him groan and grab your ass.
A whimper leaves your mouth as you're not able to last any longer.

"Dean, I-", before you could finish your sentence, you could feel Dean's finger entering your folds.

"No underwear, huh?", he teases breathily.

Your head falls back as you touch one of your breasts, your breath unstable and your body electrifying.

His finger between your legs move faster and faster, your sex soaking wet as you move your hips in sync. He puts another finger in while sucking at your neck until shockwaves of arousal dissolve into pure pleasure.

You scream out but Dean covers your mouth with his hand, turning you on more.

You look him into his eyes with the most seductive look you could give him causing his eyes to fill with dark lust. His hand is still on your mouth so you use your tongue and take his finger into your mouth tasting the juice of your soaked pussy, moving your head back and forth.

With your hands you loosen his belt and open his pants. Pushing him onto the wall you kneel down and take the head of his length into your mouth shortly. You look up to him with a teasing smile, causing him to grab your hair and pulling your mouth towards his now extremely hard cock.

You pull away smiling "Not with my mouth", a look of frustration and need on his face.

Slowly you begin to pull out your breasts, quite smooth and easy since your dress has a very deep neckline.

"Fuck my boobs" you said, biting your bottom lip, feelings slightly surprised by your own statement.

A chuckle of disbelief comes out of Dean's mouth, followed by him licking his lips.

He spits on his hand rubbing his cock with it and starts to enter the space between your breasts.

Slowly moving back and forth, he fastens his movements as you press your breasts together to tighten the space. He growls as he grabs your hair again, his cock twitching between your breasts.

"Come for me, Dean" you moan, as you feel his cock twitching.

"Fuck, Y/N", he groans as a load full of cum spreads out on your chest.

You clean the mess up by licking it up from your boobs and his cock while he's panting.

Mouthing his cock sideways to swallow the remains of his juice, you start taking his length into your mouth, ignoring the gag reflex.

"No Y/N, I-", he grabs you and pulls you up, now facing him again.

Slowly beginning to suck your lips, he squeezes your ass, pulling you closer with a sudden movement causing you to squeak a little.

His tongue enters your mouth, softly encircling yours while your heads move in sync together.

He turns you around, so that you're the one on pressed against the wall now.

By now, your pussy is soaking wet again and warmth is filling your body, the heath radiating from your skin.

While Dean sucks on your earlobe you hear people walking past you.

"Dean-"

"I don't care", he interrupts, slowly pushing his cock towards your folds, causing you to whimper.

He teases you by slowly rubbing his cock onto your pussy, still not entering.

"Dean, please -"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me", you cried out followed by an intense thrust into you.

You make a strangled noise, overwhelmed by his thickness.

He grabs your ass as you wrap your arms around his neck, allowing you to straddle him.

Dean starts to fuck you onto the wall hungrily, you bite back a moan but can't keep it in causing you to cry his name out.

While he fucks you on the wall, you suck his neck, tasting the thin layer of salty sweat on his skin.

"You're so thight, Y/N", he growls as he gets faster with every movement, causing both of you to orgasm as you cry out each others names, his juice filling you up until it drips out of your folds.

Probably the most intoxicating orgasm you've ever had.

You collapse onto him, both of you feeling light-headed, drowning in pleasure and burning hot.

He pulls up his pants while you adjust your dress and hair.

You step back from the wall when he grabs your wrist and pushes you onto the wall

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?", he grins, pressing his lips against yours. "I called you here so we could party, come on" he says, pulling you onto the dancefloor.