Porn Battle Fic xplay: Dean/Bela- The Only Way Out Is Through
Title: The Only Way Out Is Through
Fandom- Pairing: Supernatural- Dean/Bela
Rating-Word count-notes: NC-17, ~800 Words, for oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of Hate Sex, Objectify. Logically after SPN 03x07, but spoiler-free.
"I told you the next time I saw you, I was gonna kill you," he grits his teeth, telling her. "I told you..."
"You told me what, Dean?" She taunts. Her eyes are on his neck, on his hands, on all the places she's itching to touch and kiss as the tension crackles in the air.
He hisses like acid, reaching for her, pulling her onto his lips. "Want this, don't you? Want it bad enough to taste?"
"You can't imagine," She counters, and lunges forward the extra way to kiss at him.
It becomes war after that, every little motion another battle, every matter becoming victory and defeat. He rips at her clothes, but she throws him to the bed, pushing him down as she lets a hand slide into his hair, slick and stealthy, thighs turned outward. She laughs, ripping his shirt down the middle and clawing at his chest like she wants to rip his skin away as well.
He pulls at her hair and the skin on her lips as he shoves into her for the first time, the both of them falling away from each other, groaning low. They fuck like they're still in a fight, even though it feels good to hurt this time, with her hand around his neck and his lips at her ear. They barely even stop for the condom, rolling the plastic down over his cock as he leans his head back on the bed and relishes her touch.
"Fuckin' tight. Bet nobody touches this pussy unless you really want 'em. Bitch like you wants flowers and champagne, right?" he hisses in her ear.
"I bet you, on the other hand, would like nothing more to have this kind of body and get it wide open as a highway," She purrs back. He rolls her over and leans her back, fucks her deeper, making her bounce on his cock, hips snapping across her G-spot for that extra little bit of fizz down her spine. "Thought you'd have been better in bed, Dean. Thought you would have made it hurt, hmm? Maybe you just don't understand the difference between roughness and hate, then."
"Inform me, then," Dean growls.
"I'll do one better," She laughs low as she presses her hand around his throat, cutting off his air as his hand flies up to her hair one more time, throwing her back onto the bed and yanking, hard enough to pull follicles right from her hand, as his other hand reaches from her clit to pin the hand around his neck down to the bed. He jackknives his hips into her, biting her lips and pulling them back, making her squeal with his tongue. Another yank and she's squirming, screaming.
"You wanna be fucked? I'll fuck you good," he growls at her, predatory and low while she lets her nail sink into his hand, letting her wrist free enough to push him back and slap him as hard as she can, the brisk whistle of her palm cutting through air as she follows through. She heaves, wants to make him bleed as she fucks him hard enough to make him feel it tomorrow.
"Fuck you." she snaps back, choking him again until he's gasping, trying to fuck her as fast and hard as he can, and when she comes, clenching around him, he stops completely, tugging at her a little harder, letting his half-way sunken cock press against her G-spot until she rides her own orgasm out. She presses the head of his cock right up into where she's most sensitive, using her muscles alone and shakes as she comes down, watching him. "And what about you, Dean? All this fighting not enough to get you off?"
"oh no, got a better idea," He nods, pulling away, sitting back on his knees and pulling the condom from his cock, throwing it off to the side as he strokes himself. She knows he's about to come because he's shaking and ready, so ready to give in. He hisses, thick, coming on her naked thighs as she lays there, catching her breath. It's warm and alien, and she wants to rub her thighs together and let it sink into her skin just so he can see that she's still got one over on him.
He pulls away, and she hisses, "I should have known you weren't enough of a man to get the job done right."
He looks at her, and laughs humorously. "You're filthy. Clean yourself up while I go whack off some more thinking about my come on your thighs, huh?"
"You're so cute when you're trying to be a bad boy, Dean." She sits back into the sheets and laughs as the bathroom door snaps closed.
She doesn't know where they stand, and frankly, she can't bring herself to care.
Fandom- Pairing: Supernatural- Dean/Bela
Rating-Word count-notes: NC-17, ~800 Words, for oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of Hate Sex, Objectify. Logically after SPN 03x07, but spoiler-free.
"I told you the next time I saw you, I was gonna kill you," he grits his teeth, telling her. "I told you..."
"You told me what, Dean?" She taunts. Her eyes are on his neck, on his hands, on all the places she's itching to touch and kiss as the tension crackles in the air.
He hisses like acid, reaching for her, pulling her onto his lips. "Want this, don't you? Want it bad enough to taste?"
"You can't imagine," She counters, and lunges forward the extra way to kiss at him.
It becomes war after that, every little motion another battle, every matter becoming victory and defeat. He rips at her clothes, but she throws him to the bed, pushing him down as she lets a hand slide into his hair, slick and stealthy, thighs turned outward. She laughs, ripping his shirt down the middle and clawing at his chest like she wants to rip his skin away as well.
He pulls at her hair and the skin on her lips as he shoves into her for the first time, the both of them falling away from each other, groaning low. They fuck like they're still in a fight, even though it feels good to hurt this time, with her hand around his neck and his lips at her ear. They barely even stop for the condom, rolling the plastic down over his cock as he leans his head back on the bed and relishes her touch.
"Fuckin' tight. Bet nobody touches this pussy unless you really want 'em. Bitch like you wants flowers and champagne, right?" he hisses in her ear.
"I bet you, on the other hand, would like nothing more to have this kind of body and get it wide open as a highway," She purrs back. He rolls her over and leans her back, fucks her deeper, making her bounce on his cock, hips snapping across her G-spot for that extra little bit of fizz down her spine. "Thought you'd have been better in bed, Dean. Thought you would have made it hurt, hmm? Maybe you just don't understand the difference between roughness and hate, then."
"Inform me, then," Dean growls.
"I'll do one better," She laughs low as she presses her hand around his throat, cutting off his air as his hand flies up to her hair one more time, throwing her back onto the bed and yanking, hard enough to pull follicles right from her hand, as his other hand reaches from her clit to pin the hand around his neck down to the bed. He jackknives his hips into her, biting her lips and pulling them back, making her squeal with his tongue. Another yank and she's squirming, screaming.
"You wanna be fucked? I'll fuck you good," he growls at her, predatory and low while she lets her nail sink into his hand, letting her wrist free enough to push him back and slap him as hard as she can, the brisk whistle of her palm cutting through air as she follows through. She heaves, wants to make him bleed as she fucks him hard enough to make him feel it tomorrow.
"Fuck you." she snaps back, choking him again until he's gasping, trying to fuck her as fast and hard as he can, and when she comes, clenching around him, he stops completely, tugging at her a little harder, letting his half-way sunken cock press against her G-spot until she rides her own orgasm out. She presses the head of his cock right up into where she's most sensitive, using her muscles alone and shakes as she comes down, watching him. "And what about you, Dean? All this fighting not enough to get you off?"
"oh no, got a better idea," He nods, pulling away, sitting back on his knees and pulling the condom from his cock, throwing it off to the side as he strokes himself. She knows he's about to come because he's shaking and ready, so ready to give in. He hisses, thick, coming on her naked thighs as she lays there, catching her breath. It's warm and alien, and she wants to rub her thighs together and let it sink into her skin just so he can see that she's still got one over on him.
He pulls away, and she hisses, "I should have known you weren't enough of a man to get the job done right."
He looks at her, and laughs humorously. "You're filthy. Clean yourself up while I go whack off some more thinking about my come on your thighs, huh?"
"You're so cute when you're trying to be a bad boy, Dean." She sits back into the sheets and laughs as the bathroom door snaps closed.
She doesn't know where they stand, and frankly, she can't bring herself to care.