Dean Winchester X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I shook my head rapidly. “No,” I cried weakly as he yanked off his pants, and stepped into the bath. “Yes,” he hissed, wading towards me. “Fuck you smell so good, so fucking good.” “No, Damon. I don't want this-” “The scent coming from your pussy says otherwise, baby,” Dean replied. I glanced behind me to see he had torn off his clothes and was stark naked. His shaft, jutted out above my head, thick, and long and oh my fucking gosh, was that a piercing at the head?

Celeste added a little sarcastically. Dean felt helpless as he retorted, "I am not that kind of person." Celeste gave an excited look as she asked, "Oh? Then what kind of person are you?" Dean kissed lightly on his lover's cheek as he replied, "No matter how others talk about me, as long as you know that I am an understanding, thoughtful and desirable man, then that is all I care about," he wrapped his right arm around Celeste's waist. His other hand cupped the back of his lover's head, utilizing his mouth to act and demand a long passionate kiss.

“They came from Wayne. You can read them for yourself.” Picking up her phone, Dean went to her messages. He read each text and felt a new pressure building tight against his chest. A strong protective instinct for her came over him. Turning her phone off, he slid it back across the table to her. “What else can you tell me about this character?”

I can nearly hear the wind being displaced from it swaying side to side. I let out a small yawn and rub my eyes. I'm so adorable it's too much, he thinks. Dean tightens his cremaster muscle deep within his abs, in turn forcing his girthy manhood to twitch for my enjoyment. Smiling at him, I reach over and lightly cup the end of the gift he's offering. I begin to roll it in my hand as if it were dice, and just then it begins to rise, taking with it my soft hand.

“Not much to tell, I’m afraid. I just see him when I feel well enough, you know. Around the chemo and the spells of exhaustion. And it’s just sex, really.” Nigel’s dark eyes sparkled. “My favorite kind of arrangement, sweet thing. Liv speculates that Dean is as hot as hell and that the man has a body that just won’t quit. Is she right? Please tell me that she is…” She giggled. “Liv’s right.” “Oh, thank God.” He sighed. “You just enjoy that for as long as you can.” “I will. And actually, speaking of hot men – don’t you have a new boyfriend?”

There were no signs of a romantic relationship or any indication that Dean was dating someone. Noah also noticed that Dean’s diary contained almost no entries about personal relationships. Most of the journal focused on studies, work, and self-improvement, indicating that Dean placed little emphasis on his emotional life. It was clear to Noah that Dean’s priorities were firmly centered on his career and personal growth, with love and relationships taking a back seat.

"Addict? Maybe. Being away, knowing Elijah had his hooks in your family... it twisted something in me. Every night in that village shithole, I thought of you, your body, your moans, the way you surrender. Coming back, finding you alone? It's like unleashing a flood. But it's not just sex, Lucy. It's you. Reclaiming what's mine before he or anyone else does." I bit my lip, playful push turning serious, the addict label sticking even as desire flickered. Dean's eyes narrowed at my "sex addict" jab, a mix of challenge and desire flashing across his face, but he didn't argue further. Instead, he closed the distance in one swift move, his body pressing mine back against the kitchen counter with d

I’m reading a book called ‘In the beginning’ by Albert Windshion, feeling Grace’s emotions all over the place. I want to leave and go to her, but Dean said he’s handling it, and she’s not physically hurt, so I’m waiting. Gunner’s pacing behind the couch, distracting me also, so I close the book and look behind me to him. I wasn’t learning anything new from the book anyway. “Dean says she’s fine. They’ll be back in a minute.” I tell him and he nods.

I can feel his cock twitching as he comes, and the sounds he’s making are so fucking sexy that I'm sure I'm going to come again. Dean pulls me close to him. I can feel his cock still twitching inside of me. He's still kissing me, and I can barely catch my breath, but I'm so aware of Dean body and his cock still pulsing inside of me. I don't know what all this means, but I know that I don't want it to end. I want to be just like this forever.

Dean adds weights to the leg press. “Don’t take advice from him,” Owen says. “He’s married. And we all know what happens to your sex life when you get married. It disappears.” “I disagree,” Archer starts, and we all round on him. Dean acts like he’s going to puke, and Archer rolls his eyes. Archer is married to our baby sister. It’s an unspoken rule he’s not allowed to bring anything up that makes us think their relationship is more than PG. Even though they have one kid and are trying for another.