Title: Feast of riches
Author: Blackbirch
Rating: R to NC-17 for het oral sex
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean with OFC (Original Female Character)
Wordcount: almost 2000
Feedback: Yes please. Any kind you can give me.
Archiving: No. I repeat - no.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright of their originators. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Story Notes: Originally posted August 16th, 2007. Almost 2000 words and of course my muse works best under pressure, when I have a thousand other workrelated things to do instead of write. But it’s nice to feel the need to write as it haven’t been around in a while.
Supernatural Dean, rated adult for oral sex, Dean’s having a lot of sticky fun. And the accent is probably all shot to hell. So if your ears bleed - tell me to get the accents correct. Right on dudes.
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There she was, curled up innocence dressed in black satin. Her auburn hair spread across the pillows, a soft tangled mess he will sink his hands in. Pull her closer and feel her breath against his shoulder.
But for now he takes his time to watch her, this girl who wants to be wild for him. Who wants him to see past cute and find something else. Truthfully - he has no idea what she expects of him. Dean’s good at loving and leaving, comfort in soft arms and tangled sheets. This… this would mean something to her and he can’t do anything about that. He has no answers, and she can’t come along.
She sighs in her sleep and stretches on the bed, her pink cotton panties showing as the satin bunches around her waist. He grins, it’s just so her. Trying so hard to be something she’s not, just because she thinks it’ll get him to stay. Or leave with her.
Dean might be a big jerk but he can’t help it, he’s never been a gentleman to say no to what’s given so freely and willingly. Not when she opens her eyes and sees him watching. Blush spreading down her chest, she’s smiling wide before trying to change it into a kittenish ‘come hither’. He enjoys the fact that he gets her motor revving and he definitely likes what the blush does to her pale skin. Life and sweetness, he can almost taste her already. He crawls on top of the bed, his teeth glinting in the shadowed light because he can almost feel the way she draws in breath. The shiver along her legs, her thighs, as he straddles her body. A shadow above her, suntanned arms bracing on each side and her breathing’s erratic.
Dean has ploys, games of seduction he can pull out and watch their effects. He likes the game, but this one has a fresh face to it that doesn’t know the difference between games and life. He doesn’t want to ruin this for her, so he tells her. Honest as he can be, in short words between kissing the rosy lips tasting of peppermint toothpaste. “I’m a bad man, Amy. Don’t waste any heartache on me.”
She giggles and says she don’t care, “No achy hearts here, Dean. We’re cool.” He knows she will, but god, anyone having this soft body trying to touch you - shy glances of her thighs against his, wouldn’t be able to say no. An open box of sweets, she’s just begging to be devoured, gobbled clean and licked up. Her eyes glitter with lust and damn, but he tried to be good. He gave it his best shot, and well… he’s already done his deeds to know he ain’t on God’s favourite list.
He kisses her, for real this time. Gets his tongue inside, licks her palate and makes her gasp. Open up for him, “that’s it baby”, and he brands her with his stubble and teeth. Lips and cheeks red, but she’s arching underneath him, her arms clutching his shoulders and Dean smiles against her seeking tongue. Lets her taste, tangles his with hers and pressing her down in the snow white sheets. So far from motels and dusty roads he can come. Dean bends his head to fit theie puzzle pieces closer, to bite and nibble and taste inside. It’s not enough, he wants more of her salt.
Dean grins against her damp cheek as he whispers in her ear, “You just reach up to those bars there darlin’, and hold on tight”, and tracks a pathway down her body. Her throat white and flushed pink, his teeth just gracing as he sucks a mark above her collarbone. Her hot breath in his ear as he places wet kisses down her neck, her collar, towards her breasts. He lays his head on her chest, indulging in her heartbeat, her tits moving right in front of his eyes. They’re pretty tits; a handful covered in black silk, warm fabric that’s clinging more and more with her body slowly dampening with sweat.
She’s calling his name now, impatience and insecurity, probably wondering if he fell asleep, or if he’s thinking her not up to standards. The sweet ones tend to do that, ask for words with their eyes and lips. “Shhh.” He lets his left hand glide down her body, between her breasts, starfished across her belly and only his index finger is getting close to dangerous territory. She tenses beneath him, her arms splayed across the soft pillows, not sure where to put them anymore. To push him down or grab tighter and arch higher.
It’s the shyness that undoes him, its fresh like a real meal after only eating greasy fastfood, and he raises up to kiss her some more. Press his weight into hers, into the bed and feel that insanely soft silk against his naked chest. He glides across her, presses tighter as he feels her spread her legs for him. The noise she makes when he presses his hard-on against the sweet joining of her legs is like whisky down his throat. Heat inside, a belly full of warmth and rubs for just a little longer to feel the flames licking.
Dean slithers down, wet mouth engulfing her nipples, sucking them through the fabric while listening to her moans and whispers. His hands splayed across her ribs, feeling them expand beneath his hands. Life, heat and want. All things good. He bunches up the fabric as he raises himself to his knees, letting one of her nipples go with a groan of loss.
He pauses and looks up at her. It’s almost wonderment he sees in her eyes and he wonders if no one ever sucked her nipples before, made her arch with desire. It’s a chill running down his spine as it starting to dawn that perhaps everything about her is a front. What if she hasn’t done this before?
His face apparently shows what he thinks, and she tenses in the wrong way underneath him. So he smiles, the one filled with wickedness and sly joy and it works its worn trick yet again. Body like taffy stretched out before him, her small hands dolled up in sparkly nailpolish sliding down her arms as she tries to coyly undress for him without tangling herself in the silk. He can tell it’s choreographed by old movies and daytime soaps, but it doesn’t remove its effect. It’s cute. Although he bets she’d hate being told it’s cute when she so obviously aches for it to be sexy.
Her nipples are darkened pink, spread out over soft skin that strains for his touch and he leans down to taste without the silk between. The hardened nipple in his mouth, and the small soft swell around it makes him want to bite down and leave his mark on untainted ground. The white stretch of skin around him is unblemished, clean and appears untouched. He wants to write in big letters with his own body; ‘Dean was here’. I made this girl writhe with want for me, lips like sugarcandy pink moaning and gasping for more and she wanted me, Dean. Just me, no monsters, no guns, no one to be kept safe.
Just from himself.
He takes a deep breath with his face hidden in her chest, kissing her skin to soothe her just as much as him. Butterfly kisses down her tummy, quick darting licks into her bellybutton just to hear her squeal in surprise. Dean enjoys her laughter, it’s too long between times he gets to hear such a thing and he savours the feeling. He moves further down, and she’s tensing again. Instead of hittig the main target he detours down her thigh, licking and nipping and creating a blushing trail to her knee. He kneads her feet, kisses her kneecaps and slowly pulls off her ribboned cotton panties before splaying her wide for him. His shoulders keeping her apart, open and her blue eyes are wide with a mixture of surprise, excitement and fear. “I haven’t…” He shushes her and nips the inside of her thigh, “Don’t matter whatever. Now you just tell me if there’s something you really don’t like and I’ll just have me a grand feast y’hear?
He notices she’s fiery red before he ducks down and nuzzles her mons, nosing the crease of sensitive skin between her thigh and body. A woman’s body is a lot of hidden creases and he enjoys exploring them; thigh, ass, breasts and the hidden folds this girl’s shy to share. Her legs tensing like architecture around his head, a bridge he wants to collapse and he kisses her right where she begins. He could hide in here forever, feel the salt and sweetness, the tremble against his lips and smell life beneath his tongue.
Bloodrich and wet, she’s opening up with every swirl of his tongue. Sinking inside her, richness on his lips, chin and he rubs his face against the inside of her thigh. Nibbles and kisses as he breathes deep, looking her straight in the eyes. Open stare, she’s forgotten to be shy now, and he grins wide when she arches against him. She wants more, but she doesn’t know how to ask for it.
He gently captures the skin of her thigh between his teeth, a slow pull with a wolfgrin. Letting it go almost with a pop, he waits for her to speak. But when she blushes and looks away and then gently nudges with her leg he stops his teasing and drags his stubbled chin from her knee to the crease of her thigh. A blushing arrow pointing to his target.
He licks slowly, circling around with quick dips inside. She’s so wet he must be doing something right. Her legs are damp with sweat beneath his callused hands, giving them a slick path down towards his face. Holding her hip with his left Dean spreads her wide open with his right. Quick drags with his roughened thumb and she’s bucking and whimpering before him. Teeth showing smile as grabs her labia with his lips, nipping and pulling as he moves up towards her clit. Licks across it and listens to the sounds it provokes, he swirls with his tip on it and around it and digs his hand in her hip to keep her down. Flat tongue across it before he dips inside, long deep licks and she tastes like comfort, happiness and days in the sun. Sticky sweetness, like a fruit ripe and breaking open in his mouth, he tries to get closer and deeper and touch her all the way inside.
His own moans are muffled by her flesh, but the vibrations seem to reach her deep, shuddering with his sighs and sticky kisses. His tongue is tired so he goes back to her clit and gives it all he’s got. Slow like popsicles in the sun, drenched in sugar and sticky hands, long licks and flat tongue. Swirls and hummingbird notions, chapped lips and nibbling and she’s getting closer. Vibrating under her skin, her muscles waiting for you to give release. Like a V8 waiting for you to take her out on a spin.
It’s the sucking kiss that finally does it, his fingers pushing deep instead of his tongue and she’s clenching and shuddering around him. Her legs falling like columns in an earthquake, no control left. Rubbing his face in her sheets, he slows down. Forgets about his dick for a little while and just watches the girl he’s just made undone. Raveled in the seams she’s splayed across the bed like a painting he couldn’t name and wouldn’t know. Just that she’s beautiful in her sweaty glory, flushed pink and freckled shoulders.
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