Fic: Five ways Dean Winchester got off in one night, [SPN/BTVS x-over, Dean/?, NC-17]
Title: Five ways Dean Winchester got off in one night
Author: ebonypsyche
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Het
Word count: 596
Summary: Basically what the title says
A/N: (if applicable) Mass love goes to eboniorchid for stepping up to the beta plate *loves*. Also *flails* Dean het shouldn't have been this hard to write *fiddles with "Slasher" hat*
The first time they went at it, it was just about getting off. Plain and simple. Dean's teeth was undoing her zipper and pulling down her pants as fast as she could raise her hips and then it was all a blur of tightwethothardfuck.
The second time they made it out of the car. Dean's hands working the clasp of her bra as she opened his room door. They closed the door with their bodies as she pulls him to her and wrapped her legs around him like a vice. He gave up hope of getting her top off and focused on giving as hard as she was giving him- his hips practically snapping to keep up the pace. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and she gripped the door handle hard enough to break as she came. The second time blurred into the third as she started sucking on his neck while tossing what ever clothes she could reach off of him. Dean found the look of determination on her face so hot that it was over before it should have been and he was resting against her on the door all to soon.
“Next time sweetheart,” he panted, “I'm gonna have to see more of you.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
That voice, husky and alluring, had him grinning like he hadn't in...damn it'd been too long. But he wasn't worried about that as she stripped off her shirt and slid the rest of her bra off.
He was too busy being in awe.
The forth time was fucking torture. Not for him, but for her. Dean had never met a girl who could keep up with him like this and he was determined to see how far can push her. Call it ego, maybe, but he wanted to see her shoved past the point of begging and threatening, to the point of babbling and doing anything to get off. He looked up into her eyes and sees that she knew the game and was up for the challenge. He could practically hear the “Well c'mon then” in that soft brown gaze.
Jeez, he's sounding like Sammy. And that's not something he should be thinking about during sex.
Instead he focused on her, the scar on her shoulder, the tattoo on her arm, the mark on her hipbone, he smirked against her skin at all of her curses and threats.
He fucked her slow and steady and gave a mental cheer when she finally leaned back and just enjoyed him doing whatever he wanted to her. She came with a sound that Dean knew he needed to hear again.
“Next time I'm on top.” She said four minutes later.
“Sure, gorgeous.” Dean said with a sigh. He wasn't prepared to be flipped onto his back right then for another go around. “Seriously?”
Faith laughed. “What? You can't keep up Winchester?”
Dean smirked and jerked his hips up. “Bring it on Lehane.”
The fifth time was louder and rougher than anything they'd done together before and was handsomely rewarded by banging on the wall from the next room over.
“Will you guys stop already? We have to leave tomorrow.”
Faith laughed as she slid into the bed next to Dean. “Think Sammy's a little jealous?”
“Nah he's just ticked 'cause we must sound hotter than the porno on his screen right now.”
Faith turned and looked at Dean. “We could give him a show.”
Dean just chuckled and reached to turn off the light. “Let's save some for the morning.”
Author: ebonypsyche
Rating:NC-17
Warnings: Het
Word count: 596
Summary: Basically what the title says
A/N: (if applicable) Mass love goes to eboniorchid for stepping up to the beta plate *loves*. Also *flails* Dean het shouldn't have been this hard to write *fiddles with "Slasher" hat*
The first time they went at it, it was just about getting off. Plain and simple. Dean's teeth was undoing her zipper and pulling down her pants as fast as she could raise her hips and then it was all a blur of tightwethothardfuck.
The second time they made it out of the car. Dean's hands working the clasp of her bra as she opened his room door. They closed the door with their bodies as she pulls him to her and wrapped her legs around him like a vice. He gave up hope of getting her top off and focused on giving as hard as she was giving him- his hips practically snapping to keep up the pace. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and she gripped the door handle hard enough to break as she came. The second time blurred into the third as she started sucking on his neck while tossing what ever clothes she could reach off of him. Dean found the look of determination on her face so hot that it was over before it should have been and he was resting against her on the door all to soon.
“Next time sweetheart,” he panted, “I'm gonna have to see more of you.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
That voice, husky and alluring, had him grinning like he hadn't in...damn it'd been too long. But he wasn't worried about that as she stripped off her shirt and slid the rest of her bra off.
He was too busy being in awe.
The forth time was fucking torture. Not for him, but for her. Dean had never met a girl who could keep up with him like this and he was determined to see how far can push her. Call it ego, maybe, but he wanted to see her shoved past the point of begging and threatening, to the point of babbling and doing anything to get off. He looked up into her eyes and sees that she knew the game and was up for the challenge. He could practically hear the “Well c'mon then” in that soft brown gaze.
Jeez, he's sounding like Sammy. And that's not something he should be thinking about during sex.
Instead he focused on her, the scar on her shoulder, the tattoo on her arm, the mark on her hipbone, he smirked against her skin at all of her curses and threats.
He fucked her slow and steady and gave a mental cheer when she finally leaned back and just enjoyed him doing whatever he wanted to her. She came with a sound that Dean knew he needed to hear again.
“Next time I'm on top.” She said four minutes later.
“Sure, gorgeous.” Dean said with a sigh. He wasn't prepared to be flipped onto his back right then for another go around. “Seriously?”
Faith laughed. “What? You can't keep up Winchester?”
Dean smirked and jerked his hips up. “Bring it on Lehane.”
The fifth time was louder and rougher than anything they'd done together before and was handsomely rewarded by banging on the wall from the next room over.
“Will you guys stop already? We have to leave tomorrow.”
Faith laughed as she slid into the bed next to Dean. “Think Sammy's a little jealous?”
“Nah he's just ticked 'cause we must sound hotter than the porno on his screen right now.”
Faith turned and looked at Dean. “We could give him a show.”
Dean just chuckled and reached to turn off the light. “Let's save some for the morning.”