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its-just-a-car-sammy said:Can I request one where Dean comes home drunk off his ass and he smells like someone else and Benny gets possessive and shows him who he really belongs to :D
Human AU warning for drunk dean so slight consent issue?
Dean was so sure he was being quiet, he felt very stealthy - like super steathly, all those hours of skyrim and assassin’s creed were paying off. He was so sure he wouldn’t wake Benny up. It was the surety that only came along with vast quantities of tequila.
He still believed he would get away with it even after Benny flicked on a light and said, “busted.”
“Hi babe.” At least Dean was always a cheerful drunk. “You should have joined us, it was fun!”
“I see that.” Benny said looking at the trail of clothes…and glitter.
“Glitter?” He looked deeper down the hall. “Why are there angel wings Dean?”
“Because she was an angel!” To Dean it was obvious.
“Who was an angel, you guys were going to watch Lord of the Rings and eat tacos?” Benny stepped closer and soon could smell not just the booze, but also a sickeningly sweet floral perfume. And could see lipstick on Dean’s neck.
“Charlie got bored, last hurrah. It was a really classy strip joint.” Dean tried to get out of his shirt and Benny saw the pasties now covering Dean’s nipples.
“Don’t remember okaying a strip joint.” Benny said getting closer. Dean didn’t really notice, so busy trying to figure out how arm holes worked.
“Yeah, but you woulda.” Dean was sure of this.
“I would have, but you never asked, never mentioned. Not cool, chief.” With that Benny grabbed the tassel and yanked, ripping it off the nipple. Dean yelped. It was light tape that held it in place, but still it was a shock of pain on a sensitive area. Benny did the same on the other side. While Dean was distracted by the sting of that, Benny pushed him against the wall.
He kissed Dean, a harsh smash of lips, teeth pressing in, cutting Dean’s bone dry lips just a little bit. He pulled back a little and smiled. Benny leaned back in and eyes open lapped up the small strip of blood with his tongue. He heard Dean swallow heavily.
Benny’s hands had been bracketing Dean’s head against the wall and one dropped down and pinched the slightly abused nipple. Dean winced and Benny just pulled some more. “Be thankful I’m not using my teeth there.”
Dean flushed at the sentence, Benny could feel him getting hard in his jeans. Dean wiggled his hips, trying to entice Benny a little, but Benny ignored it.
“Chief, you come smelling like booze and cheap perfume and think I’m going to treat you nice?” Benny’s teeth clamped down on Dean’s collarbone, Dean’s gasping breath was music to Benny’s ears. “Get your ass to the bedroom. Now.”
Dean stumbled down the hall, bouncing off the wall once or twice. Benny followed at a slower pace stopping in the bathroom to pick up a few things. Dean was struggling out of his pants and underwear and all twisted up, fell onto the bed, ass in the air. He started to push himself up.
“No, you look good like that, Dean. Stay still.” Dean immediately froze. He heard the creak of the floor, felt the bed shift under the weight of Benny. Dean yelped as Benny’s hand came swiftly down on his ass. Five harsh hits in quick succession.
“I don’t give a fuck that you went to a strip club with Charlie. I care that you didn’t ask me first. I care that you tried to sneak in. I care that you were probably going to crawl into our bed smelling like other people.” A few more smacks. “You don’t smell like anyone but me.”
Benny’s weight left the bed and Dean felt a tube being placed in his hand. “Prep yourself babe.” Benny said. Dean quickly slicked up his fingers and worked them into himself, pumping in and out. He was rushing, pushing too fast and Benny grabbed his wrist. “Slow down Dean. I want you to feel this tomorrow but not in a bad way.” Benny kept hold and Dean’s hand and pushed the fingers back and forth himself, slowing Dean, calming him a little.
A few minutes later, Dean said “k” and Benny didn’t hesitate just pushed into Dean’s body in a steady thrust. Dean moaned. He was just sober enough that he was hard but nowhere near ready to come, but Benny at the moment didn’t really care about Dean’s endgame. Benny set a rhythm that suited him, pushing into Dean hard and fast, holding his hips tights. There would be finger bruises in the morning along with the ass sore from the spanking. Benny was ruthless, just slamming into Dean, Dean’s body rocking up and down along the mattress.
Dean let it happen, just floated along with the intensity, ready to scream after awhile with the way Benny’s cock kept dragging hard and fast along his prostrate. He went himself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm when he felt Benny pull out. He moaned at the loss and felt the splash of come across his back, and then Benny’s hands rubbing it over him.
It was sort of gross, and sort of hot.
Benny lay down beside him. “There you smell less like a grandmother’s closet now.”
“Sure now I smell like lavender and spunk. Sexy.” Dean rutted into the blankets a little. “You going to help me out?”
Benny laughed. “Nope. Go shower. And don’t take care of yourself in there. If you are good, I’ll be good to you tomorrow morning.” Dean pouted but Benny wouldn’t relent. “Drink some water and take some pain killers.” Benny kissed Dean’s pout.
And went to sleep.