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After lying in bed for some time, reading your favourite cheap romance, your fingers had finally wandered down the front of your pyjamas and you were panting hard. The tips of two digits curled inside you and wetness slicking the insides of your thighs, you were close to bringing yourself over the edge.
Knowing that only two other certain people had the keys to the front door, you didn't stop when you heard the bedroom door click. You could tell it was Dean straight away as the wonderful scent of his aftershave filled your head. You couldn't help but let out a whimper as the bed dipped next to you and he shut your laptop, nudging your headphones off.
“Don't stop love...”
His voice was soft and his kiwi accent lilting and teasing. One of his hands coming down between you as he settled his body over yours, cupping your slowly pumping fingers.
“Does it feel good? Do you wish they were my fingers inside you, aye?”
“Hnnn... Dean please...”
Dean gently pulled your fingers out and brought them up to his lips to suck each digit clean before kissing your knuckles.
“What do you want? Tell me gorgeous or I can't do anything to satisfy you...”
Dean's whisper was now low and husky, his lips soft against your skin. He released your hand and moved his back to your centre, teasing the folds and toying with your entrance. His fingers searching and exploring but never going further, deeper, like you ached for, filling you like you craved, so close to coming.
“Dean, want you- ohh god... want-please-Dean-let-me-come!”
You let it all out in one lengthy moan against the shoulder of his blazer and without hesitation Dean plunged two fingers inside you, sending the most delicious shivers through your entirety, making your back arch and your hips buck as he started pumping and curling those fingers against that spot that makes you see stars.
“Dean, fuuuuuuuuck...”
“Mmmm good girl, want you to cum for me...”
He was panting almost as heavily as you when he pinned your hands above your head. Sucking a mark into your neck, using his thumb to run tiny circles on your clit. His fingers were merciless inside you and you were oh-so-close. Pressure beginning to build in the pit of your stomach and your eyes clenching tight shut.
Dean buried his fingers knuckle deep and bit into the join of your shoulder and neck. Your thighs went stiff and your back bends nearly in half, the heat of your orgasm searing through you as you tighten and spasm around Dean's fingers. Whimpering his name between stuttered breaths and moans, you bucked and ground, feeling nothing but his fingers still moving, but slowing inside you.
“God that's hot...”
He breathed against your neck, lightly kissing and giving tiny licks to the now bruised patch while you lay under him panting, trying to bring back any kind of coherent thought. You giggled when he sticks his tongue in your ear, his pet way of irritating the hell out of you, and you shove him off to sit on the sheets next to you.
“Aw c'mon! No kiss hello-how-was-your-day?”
Again, you giggle as you get up and grab your bag, pulling out a patch of rolling tobacco, papers and filters.
“Mmm, get into something more comfortable Dean, smoko first.”
You say winking at him as you start rolling cigarettes for the two of you. As Dean changes, he seizes his chance to once again make a mockery of your rolling skills and you throw his at him, telling him next time he can roll his own damn cancer sticks.
You leave him to finish changing and have a quick wash, sitting outside to light your cigarette, taking a deep drag of the tangy smoke and exhaling with a sigh. Before long, Dean comes to stand behind you, leaning against the wall and lighting up.