Faith/Dean One-shot - On My Way
Title: On My Way
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Faith/Dean
Word Count: 2396
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Faith and Dean meet on a hunt and um... fun ensues.
Author's Notes: I'm kinda nervous about this fic so feel free to shower me with your opinions so I can know if it was decent :D
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Dean closed the door behind him, still in shock from what he had witnessed earlier. “So are you gonna tell me how the hell you did that?”
With her back turned to him, she rolled her eyes in frustration. In one smooth motion, she pulled her shirt over her head, spinning around to face him. “Do you really wanna talk about this right now?”
Dean swallowed dryly, trying to focus on his questioning and not the sexy black bra Faith was wearing. “You tore that demon apart like he was tissue paper.”
She grinned, slinking forward until she was pressed up against Dean’s body. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, “Slayer strength.” With one good shove, she knocked him backwards into a chair.
“Right, and what exactly is a slay-” His question ended in a slow hiss as Faith jumped on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Like a hunter, only a helluva lot stronger.” Faith ground her hips down into him in a display. “I’ve got muscles you’ve never even dreamed of.” She leaned down to take his lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop.
Dean’s head fell back at the feeling of Faith’s thighs squeezing harder as she rocked back and forth. “I’ve never heard of-” He let out a low groan before finishing, “slayers.”
Growing annoyed, Faith bent down and began leaving bite marks down his neck and shoulder. She breathed against his skin, “Look it up.” She ended her assault on his throat and sat up, reaching back to unclasp her bra. Once it was successfully unhooked, she chucked it across the room and looked back at Dean with an expectant look. “Now are you gonna shut up and fuck me?”
At that, Dean burst out in a grin. “Hell yes, darling.” He grabbed her waist tightly and stood up, moving until Faith’s back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped tightly around his back and before he knew what was happening, Faith had him by the mouth, devouring him with intense kisses.
Faith’s tongue pressed against Dean’s lips for about a millisecond before he willingly granted her access. Her tongue twirled around his in a furious dance, urging him to reciprocate. He almost regretted granting her request as she bit down hard on the soft flesh. She finally released him from her jaws and began to pay special attention to his lips, starting with the top and moving to the bottom. She twisted her fingers through his hair and pushed him harder against her, scraping her teeth down his bottom lip for good measure.
As she finished her fun with his mouth, she drew her head back and stared him down with a devious grin on her face. She slid her hands down his torso, grasping the bottom of his shirt and forcefully tugging it over his head. Once the annoying barrier was removed, she scraped her nails over his chest playfully. Before she could make her next move, she felt a strong hand moving across her stomach and finally coming to rest on top of her right breast. With a smirk, she arched further into his touch, causing him to squeeze down harder.
Dean grinned back at her and flicked his thumb over her nipple. He was rewarded with a rotation of Faith’s hips, and he decided that foreplay really wasn’t necessary with this girl. His hand moved to grab tightly to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her dark tresses. With a tug, he pulled her back to meet his lips.
Their bare chests crashed together as Faith ground harder against his belt buckle, desperate for more friction. She finally decided she was through with them standing up and pushed Dean back so she could dismount. Once she was on the ground, she sunk to her knees, making quick work of Dean’s shoes, and then his belt. As she pulled off his pants, she could hear a satisfied grunt coming from above her. With a smirk, she ran her hands up and down his bare legs and leaned in to lick his member from base to tip. She grasped his ankles tightly, and in a blink had Dean knocked backwards onto the bed.
After the shock wore off, a deep chuckle escaped Dean’s throat. He watched as Faith kicked off her boots and slipped out of her leather pants. “You really are a wildcat, aren’t ya?”
Faith eyed him with a predatory smile, and practically slinked over to the bed. True to form, she pounced on top of him, dragging him up the bed with her. She sat straddling his chest, tracing invisible patterns on his skin for a moment.
For those few seconds, Dean could’ve sworn he was with an entirely different girl; all vulnerable and sweet. But then the grin returned, and she pressed her ass firmly against his erection. He threw his head back in pleasure. For once he was all too pleased to have the girl on top.
Faith leant down to nibble on his earlobe, licking her way across his cheek until she reached his lips again. She bit down on his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, before using her tongue to soothe away the pain.
Dean reached up to run his hands down her back. He reached her ass and squeezed it, all too ready to get the real fun started.
Faith grinned devilishly at him. “Now you’re getting it, pretty boy.”
Eager to wipe the grin off her face, he yanked her head back down to meet his, crushing their mouths together in a clash of teeth and tongues. He gripped her tightly by the shoulders and turned his hips to flip them over.
She shot him an incredulous look and opened her mouth to protest, but the feeling of his fingers sliding inside of her knocked any thoughts from her mind. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit down on her lip in silent appreciation.
It was Dean’s turn to grin as he twisted and curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots. He gave her one last kiss on the mouth before slowly kissing his way down her neck. Continuing his journey down, he licked a trail between her breasts and left hot opened mouthed kisses all over her stomach.
Faith moaned loudly and reached down to tightly grasp his head in her hands. She fervently shoved her fingers into his hair, urging him lower.
He chuckled lightly against her skin, tickling her with the vibrations. Finally giving in to her demands, he dropped his down until he rested between her legs. He pressed his lips against the skin of her inner thigh and with a strong stroke of his tongue; he journeyed up to where his fingers were still pumping away. He removed his fingers and pressed closer until she could feel his hot breath.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and squeezed. “Fucking do it already.” She ground her teeth together in frustration as he teased her.
He looked up at her in amusement before slipping his tongue between her folds, eagerly sucking and licking while she writhed above him. He continued his ministrations until he felt her whole body tensing, and with one final blow, he bit down on her clit, sending her flying over the edge.
Faith sighed in contentment for a brief second before releasing Dean from her chokehold and tugging him back up over her. “You’re better than you look, babe.”
“Then I must be pretty damn mind-blowing, ‘cause I look amazing.” He smirked down at her.
She slid a hand up his back. “A little cocky, aren’t we?”
His face broke into a grin. “Oh, more than a little, darling.”
“Then how ‘bout you get on with it and show me.” She yanked him down for another kiss, lifting her hips and urging him on.
Dean slid his tongue along the crease of her lips and broke off the kiss. “As you wish.” He gripped her tightly by the waist and with one quick thrust he buried himself deep inside her.
Faith’s head fell back in pleasure and she swiveled her hips until he was all the way in.
Once he had adjusted himself, he started to pump in and out, moving his hand up on either side of her face to support his weight. He began thrusting faster, rocking the entire bed frame as he pushed inside her over and over again.
Faith wrapped her legs around his lower back, settling them on top of his hips. She lifted herself and rose to meet every thrust, pulling him deeper each time. In between breaths she managed to cry out, “Harder.”
Dean followed her command and pushed himself in with more force, until he swore she’d break if he did it any longer. He was about to slow down when he felt her legs propelling him onto his side, twisting their bodies until Faith was resting on top of him.
Once she had successfully flipped them over, Faith lifted herself and rapidly sunk back down, impaling herself repeatedly on his cock. She rotated her hips and rode him like a prize horse, raising herself up and down with unbelievable speed.
Dean kept up his end of the deal and continued to thrust upward from his spot on the bed, enjoying the view as Faith bounced above him.
She continued to ride him faster and harder, feeling him start to tense under her. Faith glanced down at Dean and knew that he was close. With a pleased smile, she rocked back and quickly rolled her hips forward, knowing that it would get the job done.
Dean suddenly lost control and released himself inside of her, his lungs heaving from exhaustion as he came. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked up to see Faith still going, using her hand to rub her clit as she neared her orgasm.
With one final jolt of her hips, she reached her climax and came screaming. She sunk down on top of Dean and let out a long breath.
Dean lifted a hand and gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair, chuckling to himself. “You are something, wildcat. That’s for damn sure.”
Faith frowned at his touch and rolled off of him, lying on her back to stare at the ceiling. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Dean let his hand drop back beside him as she moved away. He shook his head silently, deciding not to comment on it. “So, Slayer, you got somewhere you gotta be?”
Faith slowly turned to look at him, wishing she had a better answer. She eventually just shrugged. “Not really. Thought I’d swing through Cleveland for a check-in.”
He had no idea what she meant by that, but he just nodded. “You know, if you ever get bored there, Sammy and I could sure use you.”
Faith’s eyes shot up to meet his gaze and she blinked rapidly before recovering. “You asking me to stick around, Winchester? I took you as a loner.”
He laughed. “Well yeah, but sometimes being a loner can get a bit lonely.” He stared at her pointedly. “Besides, you’re one hell of a hunter, and we’ve got a strong little bitch to fight.”
“A demon, huh?” She contemplated it briefly before turning to sit on the side of the bed. “Well, when you find her, give me a call.” She stood up to gather her clothes, pulling each piece back on as she went.
“Always on the run, huh, Faith?” He placed his arms behind his head, not caring that he was laying there naked in front of her.
Faith shot him a forced smile. “You know how it is, always got more baddies to kill.”
Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, I get it.”
Once she had gotten dressed, she made for the door, but stopped at the last second. She walked back over to the bed and leaned over him. “Thanks for the good time, pretty boy.” Bending down, she kissed him, expecting it to be quick and painless. As her lips slid over his she felt him responding and suddenly the kiss got passionate.
Dean wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her flush against him, causing her to lose her footing. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and massaged her own until he felt her giving in. He took the opportunity to pull her back down onto the bed and roll her beside him. He finally released her lips and beamed down at her. “So, how do you feel about breakfast?”
Faith let out a low laugh and smiled despite herself. “Breakfast sounds good.” She watched as he quickly jumped up and threw on his clothes. If this boy could convince her to get breakfast at four in the morning, she had a feeling she would be staying here for a while. And strangely, she didn’t really mind.
He finished putting on his boots and came back to the bed to kiss her some more.
She pulled away from his lips and whispered hotly in his ear. “After breakfast, there’s a shower with our names on it, Winchester.”
“Oh god, if I wasn’t starving right now…” He shook his head and bit down gently on her lower lip.
Faith laughed against his skin and reached around to smack his ass as she stood up. “Well come on then.”
Dean grinned widely and grabbed his coat, suddenly feeling better than he had in months. “Don’t have to tell me twice. Food and a hot girl, you must not know me too well, sweetheart.”
Faith’s laughter echoed through the early morning air as she followed him to his classic car. “Guess I have some learning to do.”
“Well first thing, you should probably know… driver picks the music and shotgun shuts their-” He was cut off by Faith’s stern look.
“How about shotgun does whatever the hell they want and the driver gets to keep all his parts?” She smirked and slid into the passenger seat.
Dean frowned but eventually slid into the car next to her. “Yeah, I guess that works…”
Faith’s amused cackle rang out as the Impala sped out of the parking lot. Guess they both had a lot to learn.
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Faith/Dean
Word Count: 2396
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Faith and Dean meet on a hunt and um... fun ensues.
Author's Notes: I'm kinda nervous about this fic so feel free to shower me with your opinions so I can know if it was decent :D
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Dean closed the door behind him, still in shock from what he had witnessed earlier. “So are you gonna tell me how the hell you did that?”
With her back turned to him, she rolled her eyes in frustration. In one smooth motion, she pulled her shirt over her head, spinning around to face him. “Do you really wanna talk about this right now?”
Dean swallowed dryly, trying to focus on his questioning and not the sexy black bra Faith was wearing. “You tore that demon apart like he was tissue paper.”
She grinned, slinking forward until she was pressed up against Dean’s body. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, “Slayer strength.” With one good shove, she knocked him backwards into a chair.
“Right, and what exactly is a slay-” His question ended in a slow hiss as Faith jumped on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Like a hunter, only a helluva lot stronger.” Faith ground her hips down into him in a display. “I’ve got muscles you’ve never even dreamed of.” She leaned down to take his lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop.
Dean’s head fell back at the feeling of Faith’s thighs squeezing harder as she rocked back and forth. “I’ve never heard of-” He let out a low groan before finishing, “slayers.”
Growing annoyed, Faith bent down and began leaving bite marks down his neck and shoulder. She breathed against his skin, “Look it up.” She ended her assault on his throat and sat up, reaching back to unclasp her bra. Once it was successfully unhooked, she chucked it across the room and looked back at Dean with an expectant look. “Now are you gonna shut up and fuck me?”
At that, Dean burst out in a grin. “Hell yes, darling.” He grabbed her waist tightly and stood up, moving until Faith’s back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped tightly around his back and before he knew what was happening, Faith had him by the mouth, devouring him with intense kisses.
Faith’s tongue pressed against Dean’s lips for about a millisecond before he willingly granted her access. Her tongue twirled around his in a furious dance, urging him to reciprocate. He almost regretted granting her request as she bit down hard on the soft flesh. She finally released him from her jaws and began to pay special attention to his lips, starting with the top and moving to the bottom. She twisted her fingers through his hair and pushed him harder against her, scraping her teeth down his bottom lip for good measure.
As she finished her fun with his mouth, she drew her head back and stared him down with a devious grin on her face. She slid her hands down his torso, grasping the bottom of his shirt and forcefully tugging it over his head. Once the annoying barrier was removed, she scraped her nails over his chest playfully. Before she could make her next move, she felt a strong hand moving across her stomach and finally coming to rest on top of her right breast. With a smirk, she arched further into his touch, causing him to squeeze down harder.
Dean grinned back at her and flicked his thumb over her nipple. He was rewarded with a rotation of Faith’s hips, and he decided that foreplay really wasn’t necessary with this girl. His hand moved to grab tightly to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her dark tresses. With a tug, he pulled her back to meet his lips.
Their bare chests crashed together as Faith ground harder against his belt buckle, desperate for more friction. She finally decided she was through with them standing up and pushed Dean back so she could dismount. Once she was on the ground, she sunk to her knees, making quick work of Dean’s shoes, and then his belt. As she pulled off his pants, she could hear a satisfied grunt coming from above her. With a smirk, she ran her hands up and down his bare legs and leaned in to lick his member from base to tip. She grasped his ankles tightly, and in a blink had Dean knocked backwards onto the bed.
After the shock wore off, a deep chuckle escaped Dean’s throat. He watched as Faith kicked off her boots and slipped out of her leather pants. “You really are a wildcat, aren’t ya?”
Faith eyed him with a predatory smile, and practically slinked over to the bed. True to form, she pounced on top of him, dragging him up the bed with her. She sat straddling his chest, tracing invisible patterns on his skin for a moment.
For those few seconds, Dean could’ve sworn he was with an entirely different girl; all vulnerable and sweet. But then the grin returned, and she pressed her ass firmly against his erection. He threw his head back in pleasure. For once he was all too pleased to have the girl on top.
Faith leant down to nibble on his earlobe, licking her way across his cheek until she reached his lips again. She bit down on his bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, before using her tongue to soothe away the pain.
Dean reached up to run his hands down her back. He reached her ass and squeezed it, all too ready to get the real fun started.
Faith grinned devilishly at him. “Now you’re getting it, pretty boy.”
Eager to wipe the grin off her face, he yanked her head back down to meet his, crushing their mouths together in a clash of teeth and tongues. He gripped her tightly by the shoulders and turned his hips to flip them over.
She shot him an incredulous look and opened her mouth to protest, but the feeling of his fingers sliding inside of her knocked any thoughts from her mind. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit down on her lip in silent appreciation.
It was Dean’s turn to grin as he twisted and curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots. He gave her one last kiss on the mouth before slowly kissing his way down her neck. Continuing his journey down, he licked a trail between her breasts and left hot opened mouthed kisses all over her stomach.
Faith moaned loudly and reached down to tightly grasp his head in her hands. She fervently shoved her fingers into his hair, urging him lower.
He chuckled lightly against her skin, tickling her with the vibrations. Finally giving in to her demands, he dropped his down until he rested between her legs. He pressed his lips against the skin of her inner thigh and with a strong stroke of his tongue; he journeyed up to where his fingers were still pumping away. He removed his fingers and pressed closer until she could feel his hot breath.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and squeezed. “Fucking do it already.” She ground her teeth together in frustration as he teased her.
He looked up at her in amusement before slipping his tongue between her folds, eagerly sucking and licking while she writhed above him. He continued his ministrations until he felt her whole body tensing, and with one final blow, he bit down on her clit, sending her flying over the edge.
Faith sighed in contentment for a brief second before releasing Dean from her chokehold and tugging him back up over her. “You’re better than you look, babe.”
“Then I must be pretty damn mind-blowing, ‘cause I look amazing.” He smirked down at her.
She slid a hand up his back. “A little cocky, aren’t we?”
His face broke into a grin. “Oh, more than a little, darling.”
“Then how ‘bout you get on with it and show me.” She yanked him down for another kiss, lifting her hips and urging him on.
Dean slid his tongue along the crease of her lips and broke off the kiss. “As you wish.” He gripped her tightly by the waist and with one quick thrust he buried himself deep inside her.
Faith’s head fell back in pleasure and she swiveled her hips until he was all the way in.
Once he had adjusted himself, he started to pump in and out, moving his hand up on either side of her face to support his weight. He began thrusting faster, rocking the entire bed frame as he pushed inside her over and over again.
Faith wrapped her legs around his lower back, settling them on top of his hips. She lifted herself and rose to meet every thrust, pulling him deeper each time. In between breaths she managed to cry out, “Harder.”
Dean followed her command and pushed himself in with more force, until he swore she’d break if he did it any longer. He was about to slow down when he felt her legs propelling him onto his side, twisting their bodies until Faith was resting on top of him.
Once she had successfully flipped them over, Faith lifted herself and rapidly sunk back down, impaling herself repeatedly on his cock. She rotated her hips and rode him like a prize horse, raising herself up and down with unbelievable speed.
Dean kept up his end of the deal and continued to thrust upward from his spot on the bed, enjoying the view as Faith bounced above him.
She continued to ride him faster and harder, feeling him start to tense under her. Faith glanced down at Dean and knew that he was close. With a pleased smile, she rocked back and quickly rolled her hips forward, knowing that it would get the job done.
Dean suddenly lost control and released himself inside of her, his lungs heaving from exhaustion as he came. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked up to see Faith still going, using her hand to rub her clit as she neared her orgasm.
With one final jolt of her hips, she reached her climax and came screaming. She sunk down on top of Dean and let out a long breath.
Dean lifted a hand and gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair, chuckling to himself. “You are something, wildcat. That’s for damn sure.”
Faith frowned at his touch and rolled off of him, lying on her back to stare at the ceiling. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Dean let his hand drop back beside him as she moved away. He shook his head silently, deciding not to comment on it. “So, Slayer, you got somewhere you gotta be?”
Faith slowly turned to look at him, wishing she had a better answer. She eventually just shrugged. “Not really. Thought I’d swing through Cleveland for a check-in.”
He had no idea what she meant by that, but he just nodded. “You know, if you ever get bored there, Sammy and I could sure use you.”
Faith’s eyes shot up to meet his gaze and she blinked rapidly before recovering. “You asking me to stick around, Winchester? I took you as a loner.”
He laughed. “Well yeah, but sometimes being a loner can get a bit lonely.” He stared at her pointedly. “Besides, you’re one hell of a hunter, and we’ve got a strong little bitch to fight.”
“A demon, huh?” She contemplated it briefly before turning to sit on the side of the bed. “Well, when you find her, give me a call.” She stood up to gather her clothes, pulling each piece back on as she went.
“Always on the run, huh, Faith?” He placed his arms behind his head, not caring that he was laying there naked in front of her.
Faith shot him a forced smile. “You know how it is, always got more baddies to kill.”
Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, I get it.”
Once she had gotten dressed, she made for the door, but stopped at the last second. She walked back over to the bed and leaned over him. “Thanks for the good time, pretty boy.” Bending down, she kissed him, expecting it to be quick and painless. As her lips slid over his she felt him responding and suddenly the kiss got passionate.
Dean wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her flush against him, causing her to lose her footing. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and massaged her own until he felt her giving in. He took the opportunity to pull her back down onto the bed and roll her beside him. He finally released her lips and beamed down at her. “So, how do you feel about breakfast?”
Faith let out a low laugh and smiled despite herself. “Breakfast sounds good.” She watched as he quickly jumped up and threw on his clothes. If this boy could convince her to get breakfast at four in the morning, she had a feeling she would be staying here for a while. And strangely, she didn’t really mind.
He finished putting on his boots and came back to the bed to kiss her some more.
She pulled away from his lips and whispered hotly in his ear. “After breakfast, there’s a shower with our names on it, Winchester.”
“Oh god, if I wasn’t starving right now…” He shook his head and bit down gently on her lower lip.
Faith laughed against his skin and reached around to smack his ass as she stood up. “Well come on then.”
Dean grinned widely and grabbed his coat, suddenly feeling better than he had in months. “Don’t have to tell me twice. Food and a hot girl, you must not know me too well, sweetheart.”
Faith’s laughter echoed through the early morning air as she followed him to his classic car. “Guess I have some learning to do.”
“Well first thing, you should probably know… driver picks the music and shotgun shuts their-” He was cut off by Faith’s stern look.
“How about shotgun does whatever the hell they want and the driver gets to keep all his parts?” She smirked and slid into the passenger seat.
Dean frowned but eventually slid into the car next to her. “Yeah, I guess that works…”
Faith’s amused cackle rang out as the Impala sped out of the parking lot. Guess they both had a lot to learn.