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Supernatural › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,370
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Study Break
Title: Study Break
Author: Lilac Beauty
Fandoms: BtVS/Supernatural
Characters: Dawn Summers/Dean Winchester
Rating: FR21
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, et al owns BtVS and Eric Kripke, et al owns Supernatural. No monetary gain is made from this story.
Summary: Dawn's in college, Dean's trolling clubs looking for a hook-up. This is what happens when the two of them collide.
Prompt: Written for 50_smutlets (on live journal) prompt #34, Biting.
Word Count: 1,133
Feedback would be very nice.
Notes: I have no beta. Anyone interested in filling that role please email me. Lilac Beauty27 {at} aol {dot} com. Also, I have a live journal. lilacbeauty, if anyone's interested. :)
Flirting at the bar, liquid courage tasting like candy and making her bold had helped get them here. Dancing on the crowded floor, sweat-slicked hands and heated gazes mixing with the promises their bodies made helped things along, too. Dawn had known all along where they'd end up, knew she'd end up going home with him. Home had turned out to be a dingy hotel room, but she'd still welcomed it. Needed it. Needed him. Relief, distraction, however she wanted to look at it, it all came down to one thing: finals were stressful as hell, and this man was all kinds of hot.
He was older than her, sure, but what did that really matter? Using protection was a given; not using it hadn't even been a question. He'd had a condom in his pocket, one he placed on the bedside table before they really got started, and she was pretty sure that meant he was used to this sort of interaction. She wasn't. Dawn had never done this sort of thing before in her life. . . but she thought she might be able to get used to it, the occasional rough romp to make her feel nothing but pleasure for a while. No strings attached, no expectations, just pleasure.
And, God, did it feel good, the things he did to her. Lips and tongue and fingers, and yespleasedon'tstop. She bucked against him, his hands firm on her hips to keep her from pushing him away too far, and she cried out his name when she came. "Dean!"
She was trembling now, and he hadn't stopped touching her yet. He eased her back down to earth with soft fingertips and sweet, dirty promises falling from his lips. His fingers stroked her gently as he kissed his way back up her body. Her head fell back against the pillow when he began to play with her breasts, and her eyelids fluttered a little when he finally brushed a kiss across her lips. "You still with me?"
"Uh huh."
"Like that?"
She grinned, her eyes still closed. "You have to ask?"
He chuckled and thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel how hard he was. Dawn's eyes snapped open, the haze of her orgasm fading only to leave her with more need. She ran a hand over his back. He had a few more scars than most of the men she'd been with but she had her own, and that was reason enough not to comment about his. Her fingers traced down his spine, their eyes locking once more, and she shifted her hips. He groaned when his cock came into contact with her wetness for a brief moment, and neither one of them hesitated to move enough for him to retrieve the condom.
Dawn pushed his hand away before he could put it on, and kissed him. "Let me?"
He groaned again, but nodded, and she smiled when he shuddered a little as she did it. He kissed her when he lowered her back down onto the bed, cradling her head as he pressed her into the pillow. He reached between them and dragged his cock over her pussy, and they both moaned. She needed this, needed more, needed him, and there was no going back now.
"Dean," she murmured softly against his lips when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance, "Just fuck me already!"
He grinned, the curve of his lips pressing into hers. "Brace yourself, baby. Here we go."
She almost rolled her eyes at that, and would have, if he hadn't thrust into her at that exact moment, and barely stopped at all to let her adjust to his size. It was almost too much, almost too good, and she never wanted it to stop. He swallowed her moans as her eyes rolled back. He filled her like no lover before him had, and she knew she had to have more.
More, more, more, more.
He just chuckled, and it was then she realized she'd been saying that out loud. There was no time to be embarrassed, though, no time to think about anything but his fingers on her clit and his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, or her hips thrusting up to meet his. She gripped the sides of his face and pulled his lips to hers, their tongues moving against each other in time with their bodies.
It was hard and fast and just a little bit rough. Dawn wrapped her legs around him as he moved, and then. . . then he was a little deeper than before and everything was right with the world. "God, so good," she breathed harshly.
"Gonna cum for me again, baby?" His voice was rough.
Unable even to remember how to speak, she just nodded against his neck as he thrust a little faster, a little harder. His fingers danced over her clit, and her breath became more ragged. She was whimpering now, teetering on the edge of bliss, and she thought she might give up anything in the world just to finally fall. He bit her neck then, the sharp pain making the edges of her senses blur for a moment. And, that was it. That was all it took. Dawn's entire body stilled before shuddering violently and she screamed out her pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, that's it. . . come on, yeah," he encouraged, "come apart for me."
She felt his thrusts become more erratic, felt him holding her closer, and knew she'd have a few bruises in the morning. He came with a hoarse cry, and she thought it might have been her name on his lips when he did. Wishful thinking on her part probably, but then he was peppering kisses over her face, along the line of her jaw, so she didn't let it bother her too much that she was likely just another fuck to him. Sweet afterglow made up for a whole lot in her opinion.
"You all right?"
She nodded and turned her face toward his. "Perfect."
He smiled down at her before shifting his hips and pulling his body from hers. "Don't move, okay?"
She didn't think she'd be able to even if she tried, so she just nodded again as he went to dispose of the condom. He was back a minute or two later, slipping into bed with her and pulling a blanket over them. "Stay awhile?"
"Hmm," she snuggled back against him as his arms settled around her. "For a little bit."
She wouldn't let herself stay until morning. She knew that. Avoiding an uncomfortable, awkward morning after was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. But snuggling for a while. . . that seemed like a wonderful idea.
-LB-
Author: Lilac Beauty
Fandoms: BtVS/Supernatural
Characters: Dawn Summers/Dean Winchester
Rating: FR21
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, et al owns BtVS and Eric Kripke, et al owns Supernatural. No monetary gain is made from this story.
Summary: Dawn's in college, Dean's trolling clubs looking for a hook-up. This is what happens when the two of them collide.
Prompt: Written for 50_smutlets (on live journal) prompt #34, Biting.
Word Count: 1,133
Feedback would be very nice.
Notes: I have no beta. Anyone interested in filling that role please email me. Lilac Beauty27 {at} aol {dot} com. Also, I have a live journal. lilacbeauty, if anyone's interested. :)
Flirting at the bar, liquid courage tasting like candy and making her bold had helped get them here. Dancing on the crowded floor, sweat-slicked hands and heated gazes mixing with the promises their bodies made helped things along, too. Dawn had known all along where they'd end up, knew she'd end up going home with him. Home had turned out to be a dingy hotel room, but she'd still welcomed it. Needed it. Needed him. Relief, distraction, however she wanted to look at it, it all came down to one thing: finals were stressful as hell, and this man was all kinds of hot.
He was older than her, sure, but what did that really matter? Using protection was a given; not using it hadn't even been a question. He'd had a condom in his pocket, one he placed on the bedside table before they really got started, and she was pretty sure that meant he was used to this sort of interaction. She wasn't. Dawn had never done this sort of thing before in her life. . . but she thought she might be able to get used to it, the occasional rough romp to make her feel nothing but pleasure for a while. No strings attached, no expectations, just pleasure.
And, God, did it feel good, the things he did to her. Lips and tongue and fingers, and yespleasedon'tstop. She bucked against him, his hands firm on her hips to keep her from pushing him away too far, and she cried out his name when she came. "Dean!"
She was trembling now, and he hadn't stopped touching her yet. He eased her back down to earth with soft fingertips and sweet, dirty promises falling from his lips. His fingers stroked her gently as he kissed his way back up her body. Her head fell back against the pillow when he began to play with her breasts, and her eyelids fluttered a little when he finally brushed a kiss across her lips. "You still with me?"
"Uh huh."
"Like that?"
She grinned, her eyes still closed. "You have to ask?"
He chuckled and thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel how hard he was. Dawn's eyes snapped open, the haze of her orgasm fading only to leave her with more need. She ran a hand over his back. He had a few more scars than most of the men she'd been with but she had her own, and that was reason enough not to comment about his. Her fingers traced down his spine, their eyes locking once more, and she shifted her hips. He groaned when his cock came into contact with her wetness for a brief moment, and neither one of them hesitated to move enough for him to retrieve the condom.
Dawn pushed his hand away before he could put it on, and kissed him. "Let me?"
He groaned again, but nodded, and she smiled when he shuddered a little as she did it. He kissed her when he lowered her back down onto the bed, cradling her head as he pressed her into the pillow. He reached between them and dragged his cock over her pussy, and they both moaned. She needed this, needed more, needed him, and there was no going back now.
"Dean," she murmured softly against his lips when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance, "Just fuck me already!"
He grinned, the curve of his lips pressing into hers. "Brace yourself, baby. Here we go."
She almost rolled her eyes at that, and would have, if he hadn't thrust into her at that exact moment, and barely stopped at all to let her adjust to his size. It was almost too much, almost too good, and she never wanted it to stop. He swallowed her moans as her eyes rolled back. He filled her like no lover before him had, and she knew she had to have more.
More, more, more, more.
He just chuckled, and it was then she realized she'd been saying that out loud. There was no time to be embarrassed, though, no time to think about anything but his fingers on her clit and his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, or her hips thrusting up to meet his. She gripped the sides of his face and pulled his lips to hers, their tongues moving against each other in time with their bodies.
It was hard and fast and just a little bit rough. Dawn wrapped her legs around him as he moved, and then. . . then he was a little deeper than before and everything was right with the world. "God, so good," she breathed harshly.
"Gonna cum for me again, baby?" His voice was rough.
Unable even to remember how to speak, she just nodded against his neck as he thrust a little faster, a little harder. His fingers danced over her clit, and her breath became more ragged. She was whimpering now, teetering on the edge of bliss, and she thought she might give up anything in the world just to finally fall. He bit her neck then, the sharp pain making the edges of her senses blur for a moment. And, that was it. That was all it took. Dawn's entire body stilled before shuddering violently and she screamed out her pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, that's it. . . come on, yeah," he encouraged, "come apart for me."
She felt his thrusts become more erratic, felt him holding her closer, and knew she'd have a few bruises in the morning. He came with a hoarse cry, and she thought it might have been her name on his lips when he did. Wishful thinking on her part probably, but then he was peppering kisses over her face, along the line of her jaw, so she didn't let it bother her too much that she was likely just another fuck to him. Sweet afterglow made up for a whole lot in her opinion.
"You all right?"
She nodded and turned her face toward his. "Perfect."
He smiled down at her before shifting his hips and pulling his body from hers. "Don't move, okay?"
She didn't think she'd be able to even if she tried, so she just nodded again as he went to dispose of the condom. He was back a minute or two later, slipping into bed with her and pulling a blanket over them. "Stay awhile?"
"Hmm," she snuggled back against him as his arms settled around her. "For a little bit."
She wouldn't let herself stay until morning. She knew that. Avoiding an uncomfortable, awkward morning after was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. But snuggling for a while. . . that seemed like a wonderful idea.
-LB-