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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean/_You
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, You, Reader
  Additional Tags:
      Mark_of_Cain, Scary_Dean_Winchester, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rough_Sex,
      Roughness, Oral_Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal_Fingering, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Dean_Talks_Dirty, scared_reader, Begging, virgin!reader, Loss_of
      Virginity, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Threats_of_Violence, Hair-pulling,
      Bathroom_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-29 Words: 3512
****** His Way ******
by FloodFeSTeR
Summary
     Dean, coupled with the Mark, catches a glimpse of you and can't help
     himself.
     **crap summary but I swear this is good**
Notes
     I'm just gonna apologize for the ending already.
The Mark of Cain came with plenty of side effects.
Number one on the list was a foul temper, to be sure, but on the side was this
need to watch you undress.
You were a naive young girl, definitely not legal and that had never been
problem before the Mark; Dean never cared for jail bait. But, you'd left a
crack in the bathroom door and he'd made the mistake of looking inside to those
pretty, white lace panties and the rest was history.
You'd lived with them for nearly four months now; after curing you of the demon
that had stolen your body, you'd been unable to go anywhere else so Sam said
fuck it and Dean just went along with it. He didn't mind you so far it seemed,
got annoyed frequently by the bright fucking color the demon had taken the
liberty in dying your hair. But you'd grown fond of the color and it was
actually your favorite, so what the Hell?
In all the time you had lived with them, Dean had never once entertained any
sexual thought of you. You were nothing more than a roommate of some sort, but
now all he could think of was bending you over that sink and doing whatever the
Hell he wanted to do to you. You lacked a real woman's body, but that didn't
matter to Dean - you were just what he needed to get the job done at the
moment.
You jumped when the bathroom door creaked open, cheeks instantly red at the
sight of Dean staring at you so boldly. His fingers clenched rhythmically at
his sides but you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary yet, just started
with apologies.
"I-I'm sorry Dean, I know you said to be out of here fast b-but I had to go
back and find my clothes and then Sam was in here - I swear, give me fifteen
and I'll be done."
"First things first, shut the fuck up," your entire body tensed and your eyes
grew. "Jesus, do you really think I give a shit? Honestly, all your fucking
apologizing is just driving me up the wall and I've only been in the room for
two minutes."
Your eyes flickered down to the hand that grasped the door knob, your heart
jumping when the door clicked shut. "D-Dean, what are you doing," you
whispered, shivering at the cold steel of the sink against your bottom. "Dean,
I'm in my underwear," it sounded like a plea.
"Yeah, I figured that out," he hooked a finger into the band on your hip.
"White, you must be pretty confident in that pussy of yours."
You jumped as he pulled the elastic back and it snapped against your tender
skin. "D-Dean, what are you doing?"
He shrugged, hand moving slowly up and down your side, teasing your skin and
making you tremble. "I was just about to go to bed, but then I saw you and the
door and. . .well, now I'm horny as fuck, so what're we gonna do about this?"
Your heart jumped into your throat and your hands that were curled against your
chest tightened even more. "Dean, wh-what's wrong with you," he never talked to
you like this.
He'd never been exactly a gentleman, but Dean Winchester did have some manners
when it came to women, especially one like you, and the most he'd said around
you was fuck. He's never gone booty hunting when you were on the road with
them, never talked about getting laid when you were in the room and had
definitely never made any passes at you.
But, this was a bit more than a pass, now wasn't it?
"D-Dean, stop," you reached down and grabbed his wrist as he roughly cupped
your sex, an involuntary moan as light as air coming from you. "Please Dean, I-
I don't -"
"Baby," Jesus H. "You're already soaking your panties, so what does that say
for you, hmm," he stroked two fingers back and forth at your tender folds
through the cotton.
"D-Dean," you stuttered yet again, trying to push back from his hand, but found
the sink in your way. "Dean stop! I-I'll call for Sam!"
He leered down at you. "Too bad, sweetheart because he's already gone. And go
ahead, try Cas, he's a little wrapped up with Jimmy's kid," his lips ghosted
over the shell of your ear. "Its just you, me and this hard on in my jeans.
What do ya say we work this out together, hmm?"
"N-Noooo," you whined and your hips bucked up against his hand despite your
protests. "Please, please stop, Dean," you begged, looking up from under wet
lashes.
"Oh sweetie," he brushed away a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb,
his hand still rocking in time with your hips. "It doesn't matter how much you
beg, I'm getting in here tonight," he gave your pussy a heavy squeeze. "I bet
you're tight as fuck - virgin, right? Oh yeah, definitely a virgin still."
You closed your eyes in shame, feeling the heat spreading from where he stroked
and felt it working its way through you. You had already cum once today
thinking of Dean, you were too embarrassed to think straight and also too
terrified to try and figure out if you had the guts to try to actually escape.
You peeked through your lashes and saw the Mark on Dean's arm, the way it
glowed and rippled like water.
The Mark.
You looked back up at Dean, squeezing your thighs together around his wrist but
he didn't stop. "Dean, Dean please stop, i-its just the Mark!"
He cocked his head and you gasped, fingers digging deeper into his wrist as he
swiped those two fingers around the barrier of your panties and firmly thrust
them into you. It hurt, like a cold slap to the face to accompany a cramp.
You'd never even put your own fingers in there and here he was, shoving them
into you without any grace or finesse.
"That may be so, sweetheart," he hummed and you clenched tight to his fingers.
"So, how about you help me feed the Mark with a little screaming. . .a little
blood."
"D-Dean stop," you whined, pushing hard on his wrist but it barely budged. "P-
Please Dean!"
"God, I love it when you beg," he purred, nuzzling the crook of your shoulder.
"How bout you do it some more, hmm? Will you still beg once I sink my cock into
you? I can't wait."
You were more than terrified, you were petrified. You didn't want this to
happen - not like this, anyway. Not rough and terrifying, domineering and
pumped full of the Mark. But, though you hated to admit it, you were steadily
getting more and more turned on and he had to know with how wet you were
getting. His lips danced over all of your sweet spots, he had begun to roll
your clit in steady circles and it was working.
He was gonna hurt you, and make you like it.
"You're gonna be so fucking tight," his voice nearly trembled and it made your
body tingle, and not in a good way. "I can't wait to see if you're a screamer
or not. . .well, you'll scream no matter what," he chuckled and darkly.
"D-Dean," you stuttered again, gripping the edge of the sink hard enough to
hurt your bones. "Dean please don't hurt me," you were tearing up, mostly
because you were angry at your body.
"Trust me baby, you'll like it - especially after I eat that fresh little pussy
of yours. I have to taste you," he nibbled softly at your ear, making you
tremble from pleasure this time. "I bet you'd like that, I know you've wanted
to fuck me since the day we met."
You whimpered softly beneath your breath, nails digging into his wrist but you
were no longer pushing him away, just holding him there as you. . .gave up,
gave in? Either way you rocked against his hand and let your breath begin to
quicken, the feelings beginning to overwhelm you.
"See," he whispered into your ear, his thumb beginning to punish your clit.
"Was that so hard? Is this that bad?"
"Dean. . ." You breathed. "D-Dean I. . .I. . ."
"Oh, gonna cum already," he chuckled and you looked up into his eyes, your
cheeks as hot as a furnace with the action. "Its gonna be a long night, hmm? I
got a lot of work to do. . ."
You moaned softly and grabbed his shoulder as he inched back towards your
throat, working the tender skin between his teeth. Your nails flexed against
his shirt, close to digging through to skin as your hips rolled out of control,
bucking softly against his hand that worked a feverish pace in and out of you.
You didn't produce a sound higher than a soft pant and it seemed to work Dean
up, he was shuffling in front of you and growling like an angry bull -
something about it made you heat up even more.
"F-Fuck," you dropped your head back, his lips moving down your throat to your
chest. "Dean I-I think I'm gonna. . ."
"Do it baby girl," he murmured against you, his tongue teasing the edge of your
bra, the soft mound of flesh in the cup. "Cum for me, let me see what I want to
see on your face. . .come undone."
He shouldn't be able to say things like that.
You released a moan that sounded as soft as your pants, your nails digging into
his shoulder, the edge of the sink. Your body arched against his, ignorant to
the pain his teeth sent through you as he nibbled on you like a chew toy. You
were startled when his mouth found yours, melting quickly into the kiss, much
to his chagrin. His fingers stroked through you gingerly through your orgasm,
making you tremble at each firm pass; magical fingers.
"Just like I thought it would be," he mused, lips so light against yours that
it tickled. "Now I get to taste you, how does that sound," you just whined. "I
knew you'd like that."
He pulled his fingers from your sex, sucking them into his mouth lewdly; he was
so close, you could smell the musk and it made you squirm.
There's nothing quite like watching the object of your fantasy sinking to their
knees in front of you, cleaning you from his fingers in the process. It only
serves to make you hotter, make you chew your lip and he seems to like that
because he grins, white teeth and pointy canines contrasting around his
fingers. He winked from his position and you chewed harder on your lip, hips
wiggling against the edge of the sink; he smirked slightly and his eyes zeroed
in on the apex of your thighs.
"Nothin' like a virgin pussy," he mumbled, hooking his fingers in the sides of
your panties. "Never smelt," he began to slowly tug the cloth down your shaking
thighs. "Or tasted," he let the pair fall around your ankles. "Anything quite
like a virgin."
You gripped the edge of the sink tightly with both hands as he lifted both of
your legs up, tossing your panties to the side and securing you on his
shoulders in one easy movement. For him. For you, your heart hammered wildly in
your chest and you felt weightless for a moment, clinging to him instead of the
sink now. You cringed and loosened your grip a little from his hair but didn't
let go, even though you were only maybe two feet off of the floor.
"Aw, someone scared I'm gonna drop them," you looked back down between your
thighs to Dean, his taunting smirk. "Such a wimp," he mumbled.
And he. . .dove in, he wasted no time in licking a firm stripe up your folds,
your head rolling back and fingers flexing against his scalp as he repeated the
action. Your body jumped each time, puffs of noise coming from your lips and
you flexed you thighs around his head. He didn't seem to mind, didn't stop you,
just went about his business and began to tease your still tender clit with the
tip of his tongue.
"F-Fuck," you bucked your hips towards his face.
"Language," he scolded, his tongue dipping into your wetness and drawing a moan
from you.
Your muscles flexed around his finger as he worked one into you, the appendage
accompanying his tongue and going deeper, putting foreign pressure inside of
you. Your clit throbbed as he latched his lips around it, humming and making
you jump at the feeling.
"D-Dean," you whimpered, feeling his fingers working back and forth slowly, in
and out, moving faster at a random pace before going slow again. "Dean please -
please I-I need to. . ." You ran your fingers through his hair and he
practically purred again your dripping pussy. "Please. . ."
"You wanna cum again that badly," his lips never left your clit, his fingers
beginning to thrust roughly in and out of you. "Maybe you're more of a freak
than I thought, I bet you'll like it rough. How does that sound baby girl, you
want me to fuck you hard?"
"Dean," you whined, throwing your head back as he roughly prodded your clit
with his thumb.
His fingers flexed inside of you, curling at the joints and then sharply
scissoring at you. Each time your walls spasmed, your body tensing and the
feeling was beginning to burn in your chest. Nothing had ever felt this good,
you'd never been able to produce this level of heat by yourself.
And it was fantastic.
Your muscles spasmed as you came again easily, spine curving as you moaned
loudly and grabbed at his roots. His fingers slowed, moving lazily in and out
of you, his mouth moving slowly up your chest to your lips. You couldn't
breathe, even before he caught your mouth with his, but it didn't matter
because it was Dean and that taste on his tongue was all you. Your legs flopped
weakly around his hips, the muscles aching but almost numb.
"Now," he murmured against the corner of your mouth, his finger coming between
yours so he could clean them again. "I think. . .its time for me to fuck you,
what do ya say?"
You rolled your hips, begging for more friction and none at all, anything to
bring back that feeling. And it made Dean chuckle, his warm breath ghosting
over your collar bone and making you tremble yet again. He leaned back
slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, his hands
moving down to his buckle on his jeans.
You watched beneath hooded eyes, chest heaving and red from your orgasm and his
bite marks. You flexed your fingers around the edge of the sink as he dropped
his jeans around his ankles, the straining cotton containing his. . .definitely
impressive erection.
"Don't worry," he hummed as he released it from his briefs, noting the slight
stiffness of fear from you. "You'll fit. . .just right too."
"I-Its gonna hurt," you whined/whispered, looking up at him. "Please Dea -"
"Oh no," he snapped, glaring down at you. "You get fingered and I eat your
pussy and then you want to try and chicken out? Oh no," he grabbed you by the
back of your head, jerking back on the tender roots so your head was
uncomfortably angled. "I'm gonna fuck you, and that's that. I could get you to
blow me, how about that," you shook your head the best you could, which was
pretty fiercely. "Good," he let go of your hair and grabbed your hips roughly,
pulling you as close to the edge of the sink he could get you. "Now sit back
and enjoy it baby, because I highly doubt 'm gonna let you go after this."
You didn't have time to register the implication, you felt him pressing into
your folds and wanted to scream. But it didn't hurt, not yet, but the pain was
starting to build up, enough for you to claw at the sinks edge. Dean paused
just when you first clenched your muscles, his head cocking as he stared down
at you, your pleading face - and he thrust into you in one stroke.
Your right hand flew up to his arm, a sharp squeak of breath coming from your
lips as you squeezed his bicep tightly. His fingers flexed around your hips,
moving you softly back and forth, causing quick jolts of pain to go through you
but he wasn't letting you go.
"It hurts," you whimpered, eyes wetting in the corners. "D-Dean please, it
hurts!"
"You'll get over it," he said nonchalantly. "Best thing for a sore pussy? Work
through the pain, so lets take the advice."
"No, no, no," you sputtered, nails scratching st his arms as he drew himself
out of you and sunk back in to the hilt.
You cringed as your muscles instinctively clenched at his cock but you wished
to could control them to make them stop; it hurt more when they thought they
were helping.
Dean groaned as he stroked back into you, his fingers tightening on your hips
at how tight you were around him. He didn't give you long to adjust, pulled you
hard against him as he thrust into you and then pulled back; everything hurt.
Your head bobbed back and forth as he thrust into you, the small grunts and
puffs of air he gave making you focus - sort of. You hesitated but reached
between your bodies, jumping when his hips knocked into your hand but it didn't
stop you from finding your clit, to make this easier. When your fingers found
the hard little bud, you nearly sighed at the familiar jolt of pleasure and
rubbed a slow circle.
"Go baby girl," he hissed against your throat, wrapping one arm around your
waist to holding you still while the other hand knocked your fingers out of the
way. "Does that feel good? You like me fucking you, huh?"
"Dean," you moaned, your fingers digging into your breasts aa you arched in his
arm. "D-Dean it. . .it feels. . ."
"I know," you could almost hear him smirk.
You moaned loudly as his fingers rubbed your clit like he were trying to start
a fire, small gasps beginning to pant between your teeth. "Dean. . .Dean, oh
fuck, Dean!"
You were closer and closer to the peak, heat spreading through he back of your
neck and down your spine. You humped against his hips, trying to match his
brutal pace and failing without focus. You arched against Dean, nails digging
into his chest as your climax began to crash down on you.
And he pulled out.
Your eyes snapped open at the loss of him and your climax, feeling even your
body temperature drop with it. Before you could ask what happened, he spun you
around on limp legs, bending you over the sink; you squeezed your breasts hard,
like that would help.
He filled you again in one smooth stroke and you moaned, hanging your head into
the sink as your hair brushed back and forth against the steel. If he wasn't
using your hips as handles to jerk you back against him, your legs surely would
have given out and you would have crumpled to the floor by now.
"You better hold onto that sink babe," he panted, you doing as he said
immediately. "Good girl. . .very good girl."
You moaned at the praise, squeezing your eyes shut tightly and clenching at his
cock like it was a duty. He groaned and his fingers tightened around your hips,
surely leaving a bruise. You felt a wetness beginning to seep down the inside
of your thighs, knowing it was surely blood from his brutal entry.
"D-Dean. . .Dean. . .fuck, Dean I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, forehead
thumping against the bottom of the sink.
He didn't say anything, reaching around and grabbing hard to your clit,
pinching and stroking it between his fingers. You came with a scream, which
trailed off into a whimpering fit, your pussy spasming around him and
tightening to bring him over the edge with you.
His fingers were wet around your hip as he pulled your hard against his hips,
keeping you still as he came, a loud groan coming from his lips as he did so.
"God damn," he mumbled, leaning forward onto your sticky back, your eyes too
heavy to look at him. "Baby girl, you sure are one good fuck."
You cringed as he began to pull himself from you, his arm staying around your
waist to keep you upright. You were moments away from falling asleep, too
exhausted to care about how sweaty and bloody you were now. Your pussy hurt,
your entire body aches and you felt two seconds from a panic attack.
But hey. . .at least you were a good fuck.
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