|Dude You Stink Like Sex
Author: Dean's Dirty Girls PM
...And Dean would know. One shots of Dean's sexual experiences. ADULT CONTENT! SO YOU ARE WARNED! If you have any ideas for a one shot with Dean, we will be happy to grant it.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Dean W. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 25,061 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 43 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 12-10-10 - Published: 06-24-10 - id: 6080235
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Angel and Dean looked over at the air conditioner to see black smoke coming out of it. "What…no," said Angel getting off the bed with a frown on her face. Dean got out of the chair placing his magazine down and stood next to Angel. He bent over and took the vent off and looked at the wires. Angel kept playing with the on and off button and then slammed her hand on it.
"Yeah because you know that always works," said Dean glancing up at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. He smirked, "Real mature Angel baby."
"Stop calling me that," she said as she walked back over to her bed and sat on it. She could already feel the cool air disappear and being replaced with warmth.
"Or what?" he asked placing the vent back on the air conditioner. "Gonna get daddy after me."
She narrowed her eyes at him and stood up walking over to the sink to get a glass of water. "I don't know why I'm even here."
"Because your father didn't want the lead vampire coming after you."
She sighed and then took a sip of her water. "And I'm guessing that's why you're here." She turned around to see him sitting back on the chair. He glanced up at her from his boots as he untied them. She smirked. "How much he paying you?"
"Who said anything about money?" he kicked both boots off.
"Come on Dean, I know my father," she said as she walked across the room and set her glass on the end table by her bed. She flopped down on the bed and crossed her legs like a pretzel and looked at him again, "and I know hunters. I've been raised around them, I know how they act, I know what they want and I know their ways."
Dean smiled a little as he leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his head as he looked at her.
"So how much?"
"Enough Angel baby, enough."
She rolled her eyes and laid on her stomach pulling her laptop towards her. "Hunters," she mumbled to herself making Dean smirk.
It was true, her father, Donald, was paying him to watch her as he took care of the leader of the vampires and the vampire pack so he wouldn't go after Angel. Donald explained to Dean how he had killed the mate and Angel was the only person close to him that they will go after. He proposed to Dean $20,000 to watch her. At first Dean declined but Donald insisted on him watching her. He explained to Dean that he knew his father, John, and John had recommended Dean for the job. So Dean accepted and here he was sitting in a motel room with a broken air conditioner with Donald's daughter Angel who is anything but ordinary.
When Dean had first met Angel it was this morning at the motel. She had pulled up in a red Jaguar convertible. She had tight jeans on and a white t-shirt, that may have been ordinary clothing but on Angel it was hot as Hell. She had dirty blond hair down and it was past her shoulders almost to the middle of her back and sunglasses propped up on her head.
He expected her to be snotty with the way her father explained their money situation and he had duck tape and rope ready and a closet to put her in just in case he pissed her off but she was nice. And by all means…sexy. Sometimes it was the simplest things that could turn Dean on. But what really turned Dean on was the way she argued with him about the nickname he gave her, Angel Baby. She didn't like it, said it sounded like he was calling her a stripper, so he continued to call her it.
As the minutes passed both Dean and Angel could feel the change of temperature in the room. Dean was still sitting in the chair reading his magazine and Angel was lying on the bed surfing the net.
Angel could feel her hair sticking to the back of her neck. She made a disgusted face peeling some of the hair from her neck and stood off the bed. She grabbed a hair tie and pulled her hair up in a pony tail as she kicked her flip flops off. She walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a few paper towels as she wet them with cold water. She turned to Dean, "Want one?"
He nodded and she wet a few for him. She grabbed his and handed them to him. He placed his magazine down and he took off his flannel and leaned over a little as he rubbed the back of his neck with them.
The wet paper towels cooled them down for now but they knew the room would just get hotter.
"Do the windows open?" asked Angel sitting on the bed and looking out the window.
Dean got up and walked over to it. He unlocked it and pushed it open but it only opened so far. He pushed as hard as he could for it to open more but it wouldn't budge. "Son of a bitch," he said looking down at the parking lot. They were only three stories up.
Dean looked over his shoulder at Angel who was rubbing the almost dry paper towel around her neck. He raised his eyebrows a little and when she opened her eyes she blushed a little at the look he was giving her. It was an almost lustful look.
She turned back to her laptop as he walked by her taking off his shirt. She looked over at his back and her eyes traveled his broad back and shoulders. She watched his back muscles move and as he cracked his back, she watched his spine contract with it.
His back made her want to scratch her nails down it even bite at it.
Damn this heat, she thought to herself. It always made her horny.
She turned back to her laptop pretending not to be thinking of him. Dean flopped down on the bed lying on his stomach and turned the TV on.
As the minutes progressed the room became hotter and Angel turned her laptop off. She sighed as she leaned back and pulled her jeans down. Dean watched her through the reflection of the TV his mouth open a bit in shock as her taking her jeans off in front of him.
He closed his mouth and heard her move on her bed. He glanced over and licked his now dry lips seeing her bent over the bed, her ass high in the air. Her red panties covered only parts of her ass making her cheeks show and Dean bit his bottom lip at the sight. He shifted on his side his head leaning on his hand with a smirk spread across his face.
This is so much better than what's on TV, he thought to himself.
Angel grabbed her laptop and watched her bend even more towards the floor and crawl on her hands to grab her bag for her laptop. He tilted his head getting a better angel.
"How can you bend like that?" he asked and she jumped as she pulled back onto the bed and looked over at him. She knew her face was red from the blood rushing towards it from being bent over; she didn't want him to think it was because of him catching her bent like that and staring at her ass…and probably more.
"Easy," she said, "yoga classes."
She nodded lying on her bed and stretching out. "Been in yoga since I was 16."
"And how old are you now?"
She bit her lip. "20."
Just a few years younger than him. Nothing too bad. He nodded as he went back to the TV.
Sweat was starting to fall down their foreheads and Dean's back was glistening with sweat.
"This is bullshit," he said as he got up and took the covers off the bed just leaving the cool sheets on it. Angel did the same and she stood there in her white t-shirt and looked at him.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
She put her hands to her shirt to show him she was gonna take it off. He shook his head and watched her take it off. His mouth dropped a little seeing two tattoos on her hips, one hip said love the other said hate. She threw her t-shirt on the floor and then crawled onto her bed. Dean saw another tattoo and this one turned him on. It was of two guns and roses wrapped around them.
"Nice tat," he said and she smiled turning her head to look at him.
"All three but I have to be honest the one on your lower back is a big turn on."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is it turning you on?"
He smirked. "Would you like to find out?"
She let out a small laugh and turned her attention back to the TV. "It's too hot."
Did I really just say no to him? Fuck what was I thinking?
He continued to smirk as he got off the bed and dropped his jeans to the floor. She glanced over at him with a small smirk playing on her lips. His body was gorgeous and she wanted to know what else was gorgeous.
The heat and Dean being half naked was not helping her situation right now.
Angel was lying on her back staring at herself in the mirror above the beds and ran her hands down her face wiping the sweat from her face and then ran her hands down her body. "It's so fucking hot!"
Dean looked over arching an eyebrow at her as she ran her fingertips along her panty line as her other hand was placed on her forehead. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip trying to somehow will her body to cool down. Nothing was working.
She could only think of one thing to do.
She got off the bed and walked over to the fridge. Dean watched as she opened the freezer and grabbed some ice. He raised his eyebrows in interest as she put the ice in a bowel and slammed the freezer.
She sat back on the bed and grabbed two pieces of ice and laid down. Forgetting Dean was even there she ran the ice up and down her the sides of her neck and she let out a breath of relief feeling herself start to cool down. She moved the ice towards her chest and over her perky plumped chest, she felt her nipples hardening. The ice was beginning to melt faster as she moved them down her abs and stomach. She moaned a little as the ice cooled her down. Her legs were bent, her feet flat on the bed.
Dean watched awestruck. Fuck, he wanted her; he could feel it in his boxers how bad he wanted her right now.
Dean got off his bed and crawled between her legs. She opened her eyes surprised and she bit her lip, "Need some help there."
She laughed nervously then licked her lips as his eyes traveled her wet, now cold, body. "I'm fine now but I think you," she somehow managed to roll them over, her pony tail was slowly coming out of her hair tie and it was lying on the side, "need some help." She leaned close to his ear, "You're just so hot and sticky."
Dean finally felt a chill run down his spine but it wasn't from the ice, it was from her seductive voice. "Get on your stomach." He arched an eyebrow at her. She laughed. "I want to make sure all of you is cooled down."
She leaned up letting him roll beneath her as she grabbed two pieces of ice. She moved up to his ear, "Relax," she whispered then licked his ear. She smiled before he grabbed the back of her thighs roughly and she gasped in surprise.
"You keep doing shit like that I won't be able to relax."
She bent over and smacked his ass hard. "Let go, now or now cool down for you."
He groaned letting go of her legs and putting them under his head. She moved down his body sitting on his ass. She started at his shoulders moving the ice around in circles. He sighed feeling how good the ice felt on his hot back. She moved her hands slowly down his back. Her fingertips felt every muscle in his back and she bit her lip. Her nails grazed down his back and he groaned. She didn't work long on his back because he pushed up with his hands lifting her up making her smile a little. "Fronts turn."
He rolled around finally facing her. Her hair was now totally out of her pony tail and hung over her breast. His hands were on her waist and she smiled. "What are you looking at?"
His eyes roamed down her body as his hands moved down her sides to her hips. His thumbs rested on her tattoos. "God, you have a great body," he said sucking on his bottom lip his eyes met hers.
She smirked. "Nice line."
He smiled. "I can do better."
"We'll see…" Shit, he's making this hard.
She bent over towards the bowel of ice as she grabbed two more. Dean rolled his eyes as he closed his eyes seeing her bend backwards. He opened them just in time to see her stretch back up.
"So fucking hot."
She grinned as she leaned over him their faces inches apart. She steadied herself with her hips, locking with his, as she rubbed the ice along the sides of his neck. A small moan escaped his throat as he closed his eyes. She bit her lip smiling at him as his hands gripped her hips tighter.
"Feel good?" she whispered against his lips. He felt her breath and the tips of her lips touch his. She watched him nod slowly and she grinned moving up a little with her hands following her down his chest.
Her front teeth trapped her bottom lip between them as she watched her hands and the ice play over his toned chest. She moved her ice over his chest then his nipples which erected immediately at the coldness. She trapped them between her thumb and the ice making him hiss and open his eyes. He saw the look in her eyes, lust filling them. She looked at him through her eyelashes as she moved the ice down his abs, each one slowly.
She could feel his member getting harder against the curve of her ass and it was making her even hotter.
Dean felt the ice move towards the edge of his boxers, what was left of the ice anyway. She tilted her head moving her hair over her one shoulder as she looked over at him with a small grin on her face. She bent down and licked along the edge of his boxers. She tasted the water and sweat. She let her tongue sneak its way underneath his boxers and he felt her breath so close to his aching cock.
Her hands moved up to his chest nails scraping his abs and seconds later her tongue moved up the middle of him. The tiniest bit was left of the ice and she moved it around his right nipple. Their eyes met as she bent her head and her teeth bit gently against his hard nipple. He groaned and as it started to hurt she soothed it with her tongue.
Dean looked up catching his own eyes and the sight in front of him made his heart race. Watching her have her way with him was one thing, but seeing it through the mirror was a totally different experience and he wanted her to experience it.
His hands moved from her hips up to her hair and grabbed two handfuls of it pulling her up from his chest, "You're turn sweetheart."
His smirk made her grin as she got off his lap and he turned around sitting on his knees. "Back first."
He turned her around, causing her to be on all fours, his hands ran up her back and she arched it up. His hands ran back down her back as he leaned over her whispering in her ear, "This," his hand was on the clasp of her bra, "needs to come off."
With one hand he unclasped it and she sat up on her knees her back still facing him. She looked over her shoulder at him, her hair half in front of her face as she slid the straps down her arms, a seductive smile on her face. Her bra now in her hand she threw it at him, crossing her arms across her chest, she laid on her stomach.
He grinned crawling on top of her, his hands on either side of her head. She felt his breath on her ear and neck as he moved her hair aside, "That's no fair, I didn't get to see anything good." His hands were touching her with a rough/tenderness and she could feel his hard on, on her ass.
"All in good time, Dean," she said with a smirk. His chuckle sent chills down her spine, it sounded that sexy. He bit her shoulder gently then made his way down her body. His hands barely touching her. He grabbed the ice and moved her hair on either side of her head as he began moving the ice over her back. Her back was flawless and he loved the way she was shaped.
His hand, with the ice, moved from the tip of her spine down to the bottom where her ass started. She shivered and Dean smiled. With both pieces in his hand he rolled them up her back and then over her shoulders and down her arms making her tilt her head down. He moved them back up her shoulders then down her back, his fingertips brushing the sides of her naked breast causing her to lightly gasp in surprise. His smile grew as he spread her legs with his knee, getting between them.
She bit her lip wondering what he was going to do next. He was surprising her in different ways and it was exciting her.
His hands and the ice where at the bottom of her back and he stared at her tattoo. He loved that tattoo; there was something about it that it just turned him on. Maybe because it was of two guns, maybe the roses…maybe both but there was something about it that wanted him to stare at it for hours, maybe even stare at it while he was screwing her from behind. He could only hope.
He moved his hands up her back the same time he grinded down on her ass. She opened her eyes with a gasp. She didn't expect that.
God he feels big. She bit her bottom lip only hoping he was as he ground into her again as he moved back down.
"Turn around Angel baby," he said in a husky voice.
She bit her lip feeling him move to get more ice. She turned around and moved her hair over her breast giving her an exotic look. Dean glanced over at her and smiled shaking his head as he grabbed the ice.
"Angel baby," he turned facing her, still between her legs, and leaned over her, "how am I gonna cool you off with your hair in the way?"
She bit her lip smiling at him. His index finger brushed her cheek softly as he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. He moved lips to her ear, "Don't be shy, you're beautiful."
She watched him lean up their eyes never leaving each other as he took both his hands and brushed her hair out of the way and his eyes finally left hers. He looked down at her perky breast and groaned inwardly. He looked into her eyes again, "You're fucking gorgeous," his eyes moved down past her breast to her panties and he glanced up at her without moving his head, "I wonder what else is gorgeous."
"You cool me down and I may let you see."
He grinned moving up her body. He didn't know where to start; he was looking at a buffet in front of him and wanted to try every little piece.
First he moved the ice of her sides and watched the goosebumps form on her skin. Then he moved it across her lower stomach teasing her around her panty line then up her navel. He bent down and bit at it then ran his tongue down to the edge of her panties. She bit her bottom lip hard closing her eyes feeling him getting closer to her womanhood. He smiled feeling her shutter then moved her back up her abs and ribs towards her breast. He moved the ice between the crevice of her breast then on the top of them. She could feel his rock hard cock against her center now.
He moved the ice around her nipples as they hardened under his touch. He looked up at her face seeing her eyes closed and smirked knowing she was gonna be shocked as hell at what he was going to do next.
He bent down and bit at her right nipple and she gasped grabbing the back of his head running her fingers through his hair. She felt his tongue roll around her nipple sending a bolt of pleasure through her body.
She opened her eyes and looked up at the mirror and gasped at their reflection. What she saw was really turning her on. As Dean's mouth was devouring her right nipple his right hand still had ice in it and was numbing her left nipple. He ground down into her and she gasped again making him smile against her. He switched over to her left breast and she bit her lip as he did the same treatment. This whole thing was turning her on.
Dean stopped and kissed her chest up to her lips. "Like what you see?"
She nodded as she felt his hands move towards her center and rubbed feeling how wet she was. He smirked, "Then you're gonna love this."
He moved down her body kissing every bit of skin he could get against his lips. He looked up at her smirking as he bit her red panties and pulled them down her legs. He felt his cock twitch at her musky scent. It turned him on even more.
Once her panties were off he separated her legs even more and kissed her inner thighs. "Watch me Angel baby," he said in a husky voice, "watch my tongue go inside you."
She looked up as she felt his tongue enter her and the sight almost made her cum. She gasped in pleasure then moaned watching him pleasure her. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue flick her clit. She moaned as he sucked on it, nibbling her precious bud. She moaned loudly as he sucked then licked, sucked, lick, sucked, lick…nibble. That was the procedure he used on her till he knew she was close. He listened to her gasps and moans of pleasure. They were driving him crazy.
He pushed two fingers into her as he sucked on her clit again. She opened her eyes and seeing Dean's head between her legs again sent her over the edge.
She sighed heavily as her orgasm slowed down. Dean moved back up her body and kissed her lips, she could taste herself on his tongue and lips, "How was that?"
"I think you know," she said with a smirk. They stared into each other's eyes for a while before their lips crashed onto each others in the heat of the moment. There was no denying it now, they wanted each other.
Dean lifted her onto his lap as he took what he wanted from her mouth. He moved his hips up causing her to moan into his mouth. His hands were in her hair as her were on his back trying to hold onto him. She moved against him twisting her hips making him groan deeply into her mouth.
"Fuck I want you Angel baby," he said his lips against her neck and chest, "I want you real bad." He ground up against, "You feel that Angel baby?" She nodded as she whimpered wanting him so bad, "That's how much I want you right now. It's all yours for the taken baby."
She moaned wrapping her arms around his body as he pushed her down on the bed. She pushed his boxers down with her feet and he kicked them off. He grabbed her hips, thumbs resting on the tattoos again. He looked into her eyes with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Look up Angel," he said in a low whisper. She looked up into the mirror and felt herself getting wetter at the sight of him, "watch me go inside you."
Dean was sitting on his knees as he brought her hips towards him. She gasped at both the feeling and watching him go inside her.
"Watch me disappear inside your tight wet pussy."
"Oh my God," she said as she grasped the pillow underneath her head. The sight was almost too much. She watched him move out of her then back in. Both sight and feel giving her pleasure. She moaned tilting her head back.
"It's hot isn't it?"
She nodded and he bit his bottom lip. This slowness was hard for him. He wanted to drive deeper into her, harder…faster.
He moved her, his knees going underneath her thighs bringing them up high driving him deeper causing both of them to moan. He bit at her neck as he thrusted in and out of her at a faster and harder pace. Each time he thrusted into her she moaned louder and grabbed as his back.
He kissed her hard on the mouth and bit at her bottom lip tasting copper in his mouth. He moved towards her ear, "Look up baby, watch me fuck you so hard."
She opened her eyes again looking up and saw Dean fucking her which caused her to feel another orgasm build up in her lower stomach. "Oh my God, Dean…"
"You like that? Watching me fuck you so hard," he whispered against her lips. Before she could answer his mouth was on hers fuckinng her mouth as hard as he was fucking her wet pussy.
Seconds later another orgasm ran through her body causing her to tremble against him and moan loudly but Dean wasn't done.
He pulled out of her after kissing her and turned her over, "All fours Angel baby."
She got on all fours her arms still shaking a bit from her last orgasm and she looked over her shoulder to see him coming behind her. She bit her lip as their eyes locked and she smiled at him, "This what you want Dean?"
He groaned as she back up against him. He grabbed her hips hard and he opened his eyes staring into hers again, "Yeah, just how I want it. I'm gonna fuck you so good again you're not gonna know what hit ya."
"Wait till it's my turn to be on top," she said with a sly smile across her face.
He bit his bottom lip thinking of her hot body on top of him, riding his cock. "That image is gonna fucking haunt me till I get it." With his hands on her hips hard he came between her legs and slid into her from behind. She turned her head closing her eyes at the pleasure as she squeezed the pillows in her hands.
Dean stared at the tattoo on her back as he went in and out of her. He could have sworn it moved with him. He moved faster behind her wanting to keep watching it. His breathing quickened feeling the pleasure within both of them. Her walls tightening around his cock again, the second time that night. He looked up at the mirror watching his cock go in and out of her in the rhythm he set.
"Fuck," he breathed out heavily, "you feel so good. You're so fucking hot. You gonna cum again aren't you?"
"Oh God, yes," she said in a breathless cry, "Don't stop."
She felt his right hand reach around and start to play with her clit. "Oh my God," she gasped closing her eyes. She bent her head down not knowing if she would be able to hold on and stay up for him. Her orgasm started again her cries starting out slow but ending so loud and long as she screamed his name. He rode her orgasm till she came down from the high then pulled out of her kissing his way up her back till he reached her ear. She was catching her breath, her legs and arms shaking, "I believe you owe me a ride."
She bit her lip looking over at him as she nodded slowly. He smirked as he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. She moaned into the kiss as he moved to lie down. She climbed on top of him and led his dick into her warmth. He closed his eyes his hands rubbing her thighs, soothing them from shaking still from her last orgasm. He caressed them all the way up to her waist where he held her tightly.
She slowly began to bounce up and down on him, twisting her hips with every two bounces. He bit his lip and looked up at her. She began to move faster against him as his hands cupped her breast. She gasped her hands landing on his. He moved them so hers were trapped between her breast and his hands. "Touch yourself," he said watching her. "God I love watching you on top of me, keep touching yourself."
His hands moved down to her hips as he thrusted up into her. Her hands squeezed her breast then tweeted her nipples causing her to moan. Her right hand left her breast and moved down to her clit. Dean and Angel began to move faster as she touched her clit.
"Gonna make yourself cum?" he asked and she nodded.
They were sweating more now than when they were stuck in the heated room with no air conditioner. She began to moan again and twisted her hips.
He groaned, "Fuck, Angel." She did it again making him tilt his head back, he was close. He could feel it. His balls were tightening.
"You like it Dean?" she asked touching her clit even more and moaned, "Oh God…you like me touching myself?"
He opened his eyes and nodded. "Fuck yeah, just as much as I like you riding me Angel baby. Fucking good ride." He gasped as he felt his toes curl up and her walls tightening again for the last time.
His hand replaced hers on her clit. His palm on her stomach as his thumb quickly rubbed up against her clit.
"Oh God Dean, fuck me," she tilted her head back closing her eyes moving with him. When she opened her eyes their eyes met in the mirror and that's all it took for her to cum. Dean's orgasm came seconds after hers, her walls milking him and taking everything it could. Both their moans and cries filled the room.
They calmed down after a few seconds, their breathing steadying out. Her hands were on his abdomen as he pulled her down with a shaking hand and kissed her. He let go of her lips and just leaned his head against hers and kissed her cheek and the side of her neck holding her close to him. He looked up to see her body over his and he ran his hands over hers.
Angel got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt sore in some areas but she couldn't help the smile on her face. She looked herself over once more before she walked out with the towel wrapped around her tightly. But who she saw surprised her, "Daddy." She ran up to him and hugged him. "Are you ok?"
He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, "Yeah, everything's going to be ok now."
She smiled and looked around noticing Dean was gone and couldn't help but feel a sting of pain from this in her heart. "He left. He took care of you right? You didn't give him a hard time."
She covered her little pain up looking up at her father with a smile on her face. "Course dad, everything was good."
He grinned and nodded, "Good, good. How about I get in the shower and then we head home, sound good?"
She nodded and walked around him. Her father noticed something was wrong but didn't bring it up. He wasn't good at father daughter chats, never was. "So he left and took the money huh?"
Donald laughed, "No, actually." She looked up at him wondering what he meant. He grabbed his towel looking at her, "He said he didn't want the money, said it was his pleasure and left. Which is odd because you know hunters as well as I do. They always take the money." He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Angel sat on the bed and sighed, "He didn't take the money."
Little did Angel know, this may not be the last encounter with Dean Winchester.
Authors Note: Please review…this took me like all afternoon to write. Just ask Deansfallenangel36! Lol So pleeeease review :) Thank you-Dean's Sexy Cuddle Bear