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me realizing that if I write… I actually have to write

MEOWWWW MEOW MEOW

I WANNA TO BE SAVEDDDDDD

He’s so Ethereal

half of me wants to cradle a crying dean winchester and tell him everything is going to be alright and the other half wants me to bounce on his dick crazy style

Billy Butcher the man you are 😩

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~𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕩 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

~A/N: I've literally never seen a Dean Smith fic so yk i had to write one ;P I hope ya'll enjoy! Pls reblog if you like it! This will have 50 shades of grey vibes. Its going to go from Y/N POV, to DEANS POV, to second person.

~NOT PROOF READ!

~Warnings: Smut w/slight plot ,VERY smutty, quite vulgar, Dom!Dean, Switch!Y/N, Degradation, Praise kink, Workplace romance, Spanking ,Choking ,Hair pulling , Light Bondage, Gagging ,Size difference,Low key misogynistic Dean(he is a jackass), Ditsy Reader

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Y/NS POV

I can’t believe it! Today is going to be my first day working for THE DEAN SMITH! He is such a powerful and well known business man. PLUS he is super fucking hot. That’s more so opinion than fact but they wouldn’t put an ugly man on the cover of people magazine. Yeah his hard work got him there but fuck…his looks.

All of a sudden a obnoxious beeping noise pulls me out of my daydream. I groan and roll over,trying to figure out where that noise is coming from. I realize it’s my alarm clock and my last alarm is going off. FUCK i’m going to be late! I JUMP out of bed and run to the dryer. Yesterday when I received the call that i got the job i was…shocked to say the least. I feel like i came off very ditsy and disorganized ,something most people wouldn’t want in a secretary. But somehow ,I was what they were looking for. I had to go get a whole new wardrobe so i can fit into the jobs strict dresscode. I pull the black blazer and matching pencil skirt out the drier. They look like they shrunk 2 sizes. shit shit SHIT! I hold the pencil skirt up to my body and realize it is now a MINI skirt. I check the tags and i see it says 100% cotton. I’m so screwed. I look at the clock and realize i don’t have time to go get new clothes so this will have to work. I quickly get dressed and try to make myself look as presentable as possible before running out the door.

I arrive at the huge building and nerves start to kick in. I really am going to be working for Dean Smith. It all feels so unreal. I walk into the large lobby and look around. There isn’t many people in here and the people who are, are either standing around on the phone, or fast walking like they are in a rush. I walk up to the large desk that’s sat in the middle of the lobby,tugging on the bottom of the tiny skirt as i walk. Note to self: Always read clothing tags from now on. I smile at the older lady sitting in front of me,”Hi! I’m Y/N, I am Dean Smiths’ new secretary” The older lady looks me up and down,scoffing slightly ”I can tell.” I give her a confused look ,before i can ask her what she meant, she shoves a cup of coffee in my hand. “This is Mr. Smiths coffee, he hasn’t come down to pick it up so that means he is expecting you to bring it. You might wanna hurry ,he gets grumpy without his coffee.” I laugh lightly at her joke but her stern face makes me realize she was infact, not joking. I clear my throat awkwardly,”Which way is Mr. Smiths office?” The older lady rolls her eyes and points towards the elevators,”Floor 20, follow the arrows.” I smile lightly before walking away and to the elevators.

“Fuckin’ Bitch” i say under my breath as i stand infront of the elevators. “I know right.” I hear from behind me. I turn around confused and see a tall handsome brunette ,wearing a yellow shirt and khakis. Damn is every male here gonna be hot? “Excuse me?” I say confused but not trying to come off as rude. “The front desk lady ,she is a bitch.” He says, looking up at the floor indicator above the elevator ,watching it slowly descend. “Sorry” The handsome male says now looking down at me “Where are my manners ,i'm Sam” He extends an arm and i shake his strong hand. “I’m Y/N,I’m new here. I’m guessing you also work here?”

The elevator dings and the doors open. We walk in and press the buttons to our floors as he replies,”Yeah i work in tech support” He watches you press floor 20 and lightly cringes,”Floor 20 huh? You Dean Smiths new secretary?” “Yeah ,why ?” I say curiously

He shrugs his shoulders and leans against the wall of the elevator, “Nothing,I just heard his secretaries usually have problems with him.”

“What type of problems”

“He’s a dick” The elevator dings and the doors open. Sam steps out and turns around,”Good luck, you’re gonna need it” The doors shut and I stand there in slight shock. Thanks Sam ,that did not help my nerves. I lean my head against the elevator wall ,my fingertips lightly digging into the coffee cup. The doors open with a ding and I look forward. I take a deep breath before stepping out the elevator. In front of the elevators there is a sign that reads;

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<- ALEXANDER ROBERTS, 202

<- MICHEAL ANDERSON,204

DEAN SMITH ,206 ->

PAUL CARTER, 208 ->

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I follow the right hallway until i find room 206. I stand in front of it before knocking nervously. Can someone even knock nervously? Well if they can then i just did. “Come in!” I hear a stern male voice shout from the other side of the door. I walk into his office and gosh isn't it a beautiful sight; Dean smith leaned against his desk, one hand gripping the cold wood and the other hand holding a paper he’s reading. His bicep flexes and his brow furrows as he reads something he doesn’t like. He looks up at me and his gaze is so intense I feel naked. I might as well be naked with what i’m wearing right now. “And you are?” He says ,sounding slightly agitated.

“Hello Mr. Smith, im Y/N,your new secretary” I say trying not to sound nervous. He looks me up and down,”They finally got me a pretty one.” He extends his arm to shake my hand,”You can call me Dean.” I shake his hand and he places his other hand over mine, now holding my hand. “So lovely to meet you darlin’” He says ,his voice in a lower tone. I look down at our hands and realizing i’m still holding his coffee. “Your coffee ,sir” I hand him the warm cup and he takes it, slowly sipping it. His emerald eyes never leaving mine. “Please ,no sir” He stops leaning on the desk and stands up fully, now towering over me “We can save the pet names for later” He winks and walks around his desk to sit down. “Please sit” He says gesturing to the seat infront of him,giving me no time to react to his sudden flirtation. I sit down infront of him and my skirt rides up my thighs,revealing my lace panties. I immediately grab my skirt and pull it down before looking up at Dean,seeing if he noticed. He’s looking down at my lap with the cockiest smirk on his face,fuck that smirk. I don’t see why anyone would wanna quit this job. He clears his throat and looks me in my eyes before speaking,”So the company will provide you a laptop,you can go to room…” Blah blah blah,proper name,place name, backstory stuff. I am not listening to a thing he is saying. how could i? His biceps look so good in that tight suit jacket. and the way he leans back in his chair so confidently makes me wanna jump in his lap. I could just devour him. “Did you get that Y/N?” I meet his gaze again and nod slowly,”Yeah mhm,got it” He lightly chuckles but before he can speak again the phone starts to ring,”I have to take this,but I plan on learning more about you later.” I stand up “Lovely to meet you” I walk out,shutting the door behind me. I could practically scream,he looks so much hotter in real life. I don’t get what Sam meant by “He’s a dick” Dean seems pretty great to me….Now where the hell do I get that laptop?

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DEANS POV

I finish my call and sit back down ,feeling exhausted after practically arguing with that idiot for 2 hours. I look at the seat in front of my desk and imagine the hot piece of ass that sat in front of me hours ago. Finally HR listened to me when I said to hire a hot girl. They kept hiring unsightly, bossy ones and that’s not what i wanted. I just need a lady to stand there and look pretty. I can let her feel useful if she wants to ,but I always know my schedule. I don’t want to worry her pretty head. And gosh was she a sight. I feel my pants tighten and a run a hand down to palm the bulge growing in my pants. The way that tiny fucking skirt rode up her thighs when she sat down ,exposing her slutty panties. Or the way that tight blazer pushed her breasts together, accentuating them. Fuck,The way she watched me. She looked at me like I was the only thing she could ever think about. I wonder how pretty she would look after getting fucked stupid. A light knock at my door pulls me out of my daydream.

“Come in” I groan, pulling my chair forward so the tent in my pants is hidden underneath the desk. Y/N walks in ,a mountain of suit jackets and dress pants that are neatly wrapped in plastic, hiding her pretty face. She turns around and kicks the door shut. Her skirt has rose up so far I can now see the bottom of her ass. Fuck. I know now,100%, this is THE secretary i’ve been looking for. Maybe even the girl I've been looking for. “Got your dry cleaning!” She walks over and places it on a table in the corner of the room. Her skirt riding up farther to expose most of her ass. I groan and run my finger tips along my lap. She turns around all wide eyed and quickly pulls her skirt down,”Sorry i had to buy new clothes and they shrunk in the wash.” I look at her sexy legs and smirk,”No need to apologize sweetheart.” She blushes and looks down, trying to hide her pink face. She fidgets with her fingers,”You have a reservation and the STK Steakhouse in 30 minutes” I smile up at her,”Thank you,I almost forgot” No i didn’t but like i said, gotta make her feel useful and special. She looks at me and starts to speak “How is it? I’ve never been able to get a reservation there”

“You tell me”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s our dinner reservation,I told you i wanted to learn more about you.” I say standing up and grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my chair. My bulge is prominent and i know she’s noticed but I don’t care. She can know what she does to me. I put my jacket on and grab my keys,”You ready sweetheart?” “Yeah ,of course” She says ,her face lighting up when she realizes she’s really going to go out with me. She’s so cute,I can’t wait to see how cute that face is when she’s bouncing on my cock.

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2ND PERSON POV ,SLIGHT TIME JUMP

Dean and you are sat at the table. 2 glasses of wine in and you feel a slight buzz,giving you confidence. You reach your hand across the table and run your fingers over his expensive watch and giggle,”Fancyy” you say teasingly. Dean smirks at you and grabs your hand. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. You blush lightly,and try to stay on topic ,”I don’t think i could be trusted with something that expensive.” Deans eyes rake over your body ,his large hand still delicately holding yours. “Come home with me Y/N” You pull your hand away from his ,feeling nervous. Yeah he’s nice ,funny and super. fucking. hot. but at the end of the day he is your boss. Isn’t this like…some type of HR violation. “But…Mr Smith.-“

“I said,Call me Dean.” he says sternly

“…Dean ,we shouldn’t…”

Dean leans back ,his eyes on your breasts,”Don’t sit here and act like you don’t want me.” His gaze flickers up to meet your eyes as he leans forward to whisper, “I see the way you look at me ,I know a horny slut when i see one” You gasp at the sudden boldness and degradation from him ,his words sobering you up. Your head telling you to get offended but your body is begging for him. He leans back again and smirks ,his gaze leaving your eyes and finding the curve of your breasts again. You bite your lip and look away. “Please let this be a good idea” You think to yourself, ”Okay then ,lets go” He smirks and pulls out his wallet ,throwing more than enough cash on the table.,”Let’s go darlin’” He holds out his hand for you to take and he guides you out the restaurant,to his car.

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He picks you up and carry’s you like you're nothing. He unlocks the door and walks into his nice clean apartment. He shuts the door and shoved you against it, attacking your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You roll your hips as you kiss him back ,running your hands through his short ,dirty blonde hair. He groans at your movement and pushes his body into you harder. He bites your lower lip causing you to gasp. Before you have time to think he slides tongue into your mouth. He tastes like expensive wine and mint. After a steamy makeout session, He turns around still holding you as he walks you both into his bedroom.

He throws you onto the bed and takes off his suit jacket before crawling on top of you. You feel so small and vulnerable underneath his thick muscular build ,it only fuels your desire more. You grab his face and try to kiss him again but he puts a hand around your throat and pushes you back down onto the bed. He places kisses along your jawline and palms your breast with his free hand. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a crackled moan escapes your throat. Dean smirks and leans to whisper in your ear,”You like that huh?” He palms your breast harder,”You like being treated like the pretty slut you are?” He stops palming your breast and rips off your tight blazer with ease. He rips open your thin white undershirt ,leaving you shocked. He smirks,”What?“

“I’ve never had that happen before”

“Well you’ve never been with a real man, sweetheart” He leans down and kisses along the curve of your breast ,lightly nipping and soothing it with his tongue. Your breath hitches as he continues to kiss down your body. Licking and leaving light marks on the way down your stomach. He slides down your skirt and sees your lacy panties. He lets out a low growl and leans back on his knees ,palming himself while looking at you in your pretty underwear. “Seeing those slutty panties earlier made me so fucking worked up.”You blush and hide your face in embarrassment. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You watch as he takes his tie off and ties it around your wrists. “No hiding,I need to see that pretty face when you cum.” He slides a hand underneath you and unclips your bra before leaning down and settling between your legs. He kisses your clothed clit and it makes you arch your back. “Eager little slut huh?”

“Please sir~” you say breathily

He growls in response ,as he hooks a finger into your panties and slowly slides them down. He’s now face to face with your glistening sex and he blows cold air onto it. You arch your back trying to push yourself into his face. He places his hands on your hips and pushes you back down. He makes eyecontact with you as he lightly licks up your slit.

“Please Dean stop teasing me alrea-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as he starts to eat you out. Fuck this is even better than you’ve imagined. Dean Smith KNOWS how to treat a woman. He holds your hips down to keep you still ,his thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as he tongue fucks you. He moves his hand to your lower stomach as he starts to swirl circles around your clit with his tongue. You feel two of his thick fingers tease your entrance causing you to whimper louder. He smirks up at you and slowly pushes his fingers inside,”Fuck you’re so tight” He groans against your clit before slowly moving his fingers. Your walls flutter around his thick digits as he continues to suck and lick at your bundle of nerves. Your hands grip the pillow above you the best you can ,your movements limited due to the tight tie around your wrists. Your whines get louder as Dean starts to speed up his movements, ”Cum for me you fucking slut.” You can just hear the smugness in his voice. You see stars as pleasure overtakes you ,you become a moaning mess underneath Dean. He doesn’t stop until you’ve completely come down from your high.

Dean sits back on his knees again ,his face and neck glistening. Fuck you could really get used to this. You sit up and try to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He watches you struggle due to the tie around your wrist and places one of his hands over it, not untying it but instead holding it in place. After moments of struggling you finally get his shirt off of him. He looks at you, his green eyes raking over your desperate form. “so fucking needy huh?” He says as he starts to unbutton his pants. You practically drool as he undresses ,revealing his thick length. He strokes it a couple times, groaning as he spreads the precum from his tip down to the base. “What are you waiting for?” He grabs your head and shoves it down ,your mouth right in front of twitching length “Suck, you needy whore” If this was any other man, you’d get up and leave for the way he’s talking to you. But Dean? When he says it, it makes heat pool at your core. Like your only purpose is to bring him pleasure; and that’s exactly what you plan to do. You swirl your tongue around the tip and he groans lightly ,grabbing a fist full of your hair. “yeahhh just like that” he says as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You gag lightly but he doesn’t stop ,if anything he speeds up. “Take that fucking cock” ,each word punctuated by a hard thrust. You feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and it causes your eyes to water. You look up at him as you keep sucking him off ,trying to see what his face looks like when he’s enjoying himself. But he just grabs more of your hair and thrusts into your throat harder. He groans, “your mouth is so fucking warm” he slows down his thrusts before pulling your head off of him. You release him with a pop and sit back on your knees as he just looks at you. His large cock twitching and his face slightly blushed. He runs a hand through your hair , admiring you ,before grabbing you and flipping you over,Face down ass up. Before you can say anything ,he slaps your ass. “I’m gonna mark you up all over ,you want that?” He says, teasing your entrance with his tip. You whimper lightly into the pillow and he grabs your hair ,pulling your head back. “Use your words sweetheart”

“Please,fuck me and mark me. I’m yours”

"Yes ma'am" He places his hands on your hips ,his fingers digging into your skin as he slowly pushes into you. “Fuckkk” you say in unison. He slowly pushes in inch by inch,”tell me if i need to sto-“

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He groans and slaps your ass,”Such a dirty girl, you want me to fuck you so hard you're ruined for anyone else?” He starts to thrust into you ,deep and slow. You whimper in response and he reaches his hand underneath the both of you ,untieing the tie that’s around your wrists as he slowly but deeply fucks you. “You’re so fucking tight,I feel like I could break you”

“I can handle it”

“You sure?” He says starting to pick up his pace ,almost completely pulling out of you before slamming his hips against your ass. You gasp in response and put your hands behind your back. He releases your hair and grabs your wrists ',holding them in place as he drives into you. The room is filled with moans and squeltching. “So. fucking. wet.” He punctuates each words with a hard deep thrust causing you to throw your head back and gasp. He lets go of your wrists pulls your back against his chest. “Cum on my dick" He says before running his hand down your body to rub small circles on your clit. He bites down on your neck and you feel the coil that was building in your stomach snap, screaming his name while you come undone on him. "Mmm you're squeezing me so hard baby" he says while slowly thrusting into you. You come down from your high and he pulls out of you.

He lays back on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. You look at his muscular body, glistening with sweat and bite your lip. "You like what you see?" he says ,lightly flexing his muscles. You nod and puts his arm behind his head, "Show me how much you like it." You quickly climb onto his lap and he smirks ,loving your newfound confidence. You slowly sink down onto him and his hands fly to your hips ,his fingertips digging into your soft skin. You slowly pick up the pace and he slaps your ass, "mmm gonna cum deep in this sweet pussy'. He starts to thrust up into you, causing him to hit your g spot. You throw ur head back and dig your nails into his chest, not stopping your brutal pace. "You look so fucking good when cock drunk" He says thrusting into you hard. Your wetness drips down his shaft ,slightly dampening your thighs. "Mmm such a messy girl" He groans in satisfaction. You tighten around him causing his coil to snap, he groans your name as he spills his hot seed inside you. His orgasm triggers yours. You lay your head on his chest as you come down from your high. He runs his hand through your hair ,moving it to the side to place a light kiss on your neck. He gets up to clean himself up and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up. He lays next to you,"Goodnight beautiful, you did so well." You sleepily hum in response before drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning you sit up in bed and realize you aren't home. You jump up and look at yourself in the long floor length mirror thats hung on Deans door. You see light finger shaped bruises painting your hips. You rub your fingers over them ,slightly enjoying the fact he's marked you. You move your hair ,analyzing the light purple marks and bite mark on the side of your neck, "thats going to be hard to cover up..." Suddenly you smell the faint aroma of mable syurp and coffee fill the air. You throw on a black shirt Dean left on the floor and walk to his kitchen. You see a fully dressed Dean ,humming to himself while fixing a cup of coffee. He turns around and smiles once he sees you. Dean walks up to you and places his hands on your hips,"Goodmorning darlin' ,you look good wearing my tshirt." He looks down at your neck and smirks when he sees the marks. He lightly kisses your neck,"Breakfast is ready" he breathes before turning around, going back to pouring his coffee. Gosh you could really get used to this...

“ugh i wanna have a threesome with them” and it’s two characters played by the same actor

jensen and jared not attending that supernatural cruise is valid btw i wouldn’t wanna be stuck on a cruise with supernatural fans. saying this as a supernatural fan

WOOOOOO this was TEWWW good

birthday boy ・ COWBOY!JENSEN ACKLES. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ library

eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.

୨୧ synopsis. jensen's birthday turned out perfect, but he wants more—stealing you away from the bonfire to claim you in the barn.

୨୧ warning(s). smut | oral (m!receiving) | unprotected sex (are we even surprised LMAO) | semi-public sex | barn sex | praise | mild dominance | dirty talk | slight roughness | orgasm control | birthday sex.

୨୧ word count. 1.1k

୨୧ kari notes. it felt necessary to do cowboy!jensen for the prettiest birthday boy ever !!!!!!! i miss him dearly and i know i've left him + the christmas series to collect dust (my bad 😔) i promise it was not intentional <3 i hope to get back to it someday and FINALLY wrap the series up. anyway! enjoy this somewhat of a revival of cowboy!jensen and happy birthday to jensen <3 my sugarplum pookie wookie princess butt 🤍 i love him so very much. 🥹

the fire crackles, casting a golden glow over the field, laughter ringing out as jensen's friends pass around beers and swap stories. the air smells like burning cedar and summer grass, the heat of the flames licking at the night breeze.

you've spent the entire day making sure his birthday is perfect.

his favorite breakfast in bed, a homemade cake, little surprises scattered throughout the day—things only you would know he'd love. but this? the bonfire, the laughter, the way his friends are all gathered around, celebrating him? this was the part he didn't expect.

and from the way he keeps looking at you—warm, lingering glances, like he can't decide if he wants to say thank you or take you apart—you know he appreciates every second of it.

he looks damn good tonight, too.

the sleeves of his tan flannel are rolled up to his elbows, the fabric unbuttoned revealing the white wife beater clinging to his chest. his old levi jeans sit low on his hips, worn in just right, and his brown cowboy boots are planted firm in the dirt, like he's the only thing keeping the earth steady.

but it's his eyes that get you the most. green, sharp, locked onto you every time you move. like he's waiting. like he's hungry.

so when he finally makes his move, it's not subtle.

a warm palm at the small of your back. a quiet, "come with me, sweetheart."

no one notices when he leads you away, his fingers curling around yours, guiding you past the parked trucks, past the wooden fences, into the barn where the scent of hay and leather lingers thick in the air. "been waitin' all damn night to get you alone," he mutters, voice low, gravelly, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "you spoil me too much, darlin'."

"only 'cause you deserve it," you tease, fingers tracing slow over his chest, feeling the heat of him through the fabric.

his lips twitch, eyes darkening. "yeah? think i deserve somethin' else too."

the way he says it—the weight behind those words—makes your stomach tighten, anticipation thrumming through your veins.

"yeah?" you murmur, letting your hands drift lower, teasing at his belt buckle. "what's that, cowboy?"

his breath hitches, just slightly. his hands flex at your waist.

"get on your knees, baby."

heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly, and you don't hesitate—not when he's looking at you like that.

the dirt is cool beneath your bare knees as you sink down, your hands sliding up his thighs, slow, deliberate.

you undo his belt, pop the button, drag the zipper down with aching precision, just to watch his breath stutter.

"teasin' me now?” he rasps, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your chin up.

"maybe."

but you don't tease for long.

you pull him free from his jeans, his cock already hard, thick and heavy in your palm.

"fuck, look at you, sweetheart," he mutters, thumb brushing over your cheek, voice rough. "prettiest damn thing i've ever seen."

you smirk, pressing a slow kiss to the tip, then licking a teasing stripe along the underside, feeling him twitch in your grasp.

"jesus," he mutters, his head falling back for just a second before his gaze snaps back down to you, dark and demanding. "c'mon, sweetheart. know you can take it."

so you do.

you take him into your mouth, slow at first, letting him feel every inch as your lips stretch around him, your tongue swirling just right.

his groan is deep, raw, his hips jerking slightly as his grip tightens in your hair.

"yeah, that's it, baby," he grits out, watching you, his chest rising and falling faster now. "too damn good f'me."

you hollow your cheeks, take him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.

"love this mouth," he mutters, his voice thick with need. "gonna make me come if you keep that up."

you hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath, his hips stuttering forward.

but before he can get too close, he yanks you off him, his breathing ragged, his cock slick with your spit.

"as much as i'd love to finish like that," he says, voice uneven, "need to be inside you, darlin'."

before you can even respond, he hauls you up, spinning you around, pressing you up against one of the thick wooden beams.

his hands are everywhere—pushing up your dress, ripping your panties off, gripping your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"hold onto me," he orders, and you do, arms looping around his shoulders as he lines himself up, teasing you with the head of his cock, watching it drag through your slick folds.

"jensen—" you start, but the words die in your throat as he thrusts into you, stretching you open in one smooth, deep stroke.

"goddamn, baby," he groans, his forehead pressing against your shoulder for a moment, his breath hot against your skin.

"you feel so good."

you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders blades, your body already trembling from how deep he is, how perfectly he fills you.

"been watchin' ya' all night," he mutters, his voice rough as he picks up the pace, his grip on you tightening. "watching you in that little dress, smilin' at me like you knew exactly what you were doin'."

he drives into you harder, deeper, the friction sending sparks up your spine. the rough drag of his jeans against your thighs, the way his body presses firm against yours—it's too much, too good, setting your nerves on fire.

"wanted you to want me," you manage to whisper, and his responding growl sends a shiver straight through you.

"always want you," he rasps, his hands gripping tighter, his pace turning relentless, desperate, like he's making sure you feel it, like he's carving himself into you.

"fuck, baby, mm—"

his fingers slip between you, rubbing tight circles over your clit, the pleasure winding sharp and fast in your belly.

"do it f'me, sweetheart," he urges, his breath ragged, "wanna feel you—wanna feel you come all over me."

you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clenching around him, making him curse, his rhythm stuttering.

"mmm, good girl," he groans, burying himself deep one last time before he follows, spilling inside you with a shaky moan, his body tensing before finally relaxing, both of you breathless, clinging to each other.

for a long moment, there's nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing, the distant sounds of the bonfire happening outside.

jensen chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

"best damn birthday ever, sweetheart."

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