One week had officially passed by since the incident at the party, and I was feeling better than yesterday despite only spending one night at Dean's. I couldn't help but feel like I had overstayed my welcome, and so I pulled out my backpack and started to fill it up with my things.

I was in the middle of packing my bags when Dean walked in, pausing at the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Back to the dorms," I shrugged, not stopping. I was folding a pair of jeans when he responded.

"No the fuck you aren't."

"You know I paid good money for that dorm, right?" I pointed out, still not stopping my movements. Technically, it was the government's money but I still had to pay it back.

"I don't care. You're not going."

"I told you I hated being controlled, Dean. Besides, nothing is going to happen to me at school."

"And I respect that but not in a case where you could be in danger. Unpack your bags, please. I'm making dinner."

"No." I ground out.

"No?"

"No," I repeated, turning around to face him. The look in his eyes made me want to kiss him hard, but I was annoyed at him. "This isn't your choice to make."

"The fuck it isn't!" He exclaimed before pausing, lowering it knowing I didn't like it when people yelled. "You are not going back when you're injured and can't defend yourself."

"I've been defending myself just fine," I scoffed.

"Sophia."

"Well, you're not telling me what to do."

"I don't want that fucker anywhere near you."

"Possessive," I smirked.

"Why are you acting so nonchalantly about this? You can barely hold yourself up, how the fuck do you expect to ward him off?"

His ability to not see that I could handle it had me grinding my teeth, now angry that he was right.

"You talk a lot for someone who can't do shit, Dean. Looks like sitting around silent and brooding isn't doing you any good because you keep fucking talking."

"Fuck you, Sophia."

I scowled. "Fuck you back, Dean!"

"I thought that's what you wanted?" He took a step forward. "To be fucked by me?"

"What? You want me to admit that I want to fuck you so I'll stay? Is that what we're doing now?"

"No, what we're doing is eating dinner. Dinner that I just made. Dinner that if we don't eat, will get cold." He took another step forward. I didn't budge, eyeing him knowingly.

"Or what?" I laughed. "You're not gonna do shit if I leave."

"You really wanna test me, Sweetheart?"

My breath got stuck in my throat as I heard his new pet name for me. I'll admit, it did get me a little flustered however I tried to act unbothered. Stepping forward, I looked up at him. My hands touched his chest, running down his body until I reached his jeans. Hooking my hands around the belt loops, I tugged him towards me hoping maybe if he was distracted enough, I could slip out the door.

"What, Dean? What the fuck are you gonna do?" I murmured, keeping eye contact.

He tilted his head at me, amused. "You know," He started. "You look so pretty when you're mad."

His hands came down to hold onto my waist, not firmly but just enough so that I wouldn't escape his grip. I smiled to myself, seeing that he was finally playing our little game. Leaning closer, I made it so our lips would touch if one of us made the move, a smirk flying onto his mouth noticing what I was doing.

"I'm not gonna do anything." He said simply.

"Why? Not man enough, Dean? Are you scared you can't fuck me right?"

That made him smile even wider, his right hand triling up my body to cup my jaw, thumb brushing back and forth over my bottom lip before gently pushing it inside.

"No," He hummed. "I'm not ashamed of my fucking abilities. I'm being slow about this, us, for you. I don't want you jumping into something when you've literally just got out of a relationship."

"We were over after the first year. It isn't my fault that I wasn't allowed to leave."

"I didn't mean it like that," He shook his head. "I want you to be a hundred percent sure about this. I don't want to be some rebound, Sophia. If we do this, it's real. It can go as slow as you want, but it's real."

"I'm a thousand percent sure, Dean. And you'll never be a rebound to me."

"I don't wanna hurt you." He frowned.

"Hurt me? You can't even kiss me." I tilted my head at him tauntingly.

Dean gleamed, slapping on a knowing smile as he stared at me. "You want me to kiss you?"

"I want you to let me go back to the dorms."

"No can do, Sweetheart." He murmured, releasing the hair tie on my ponytail and pushing me back gently so I fell flat on the bed behind me. Dean shoved my bag to the ground, my clothes spilling out as he stared down at me. I swallowed, waiting for his next move. My hair fell against the bed in waves, my heart hammering against my chest.

"Sit up,"

I didn't comply on purpose which made his eyes darken.

"Sit the fuck up, Sophia."

My stomach jumped, following his orders as I slowly sat up. He bent down, sitting on his knees in front of me as his hands came to rest on my thighs. He was on the floor while I was on the bed, breath heavy with nothing but the thought of wanting to kiss him until I passed out.

His hands gave my thighs a small squeeze, his eyes tauntingly slow as he drew small circles on my exposed skin. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt which I had found comfortable before, but now I was regretting them because I was more exposed for Dean to take.

He stroked my thighs, looking at me teasingly. "Would you mind if I ruined you tonight, Sophia?"

"Ruined me?" I breathed out.

He moved his hands up my thighs and under my shirt, helping me yank it over my head. I go to cover myself since I remember I'm not wearing a bra underneath when he stops me, moving my hand to hold onto his shoulder as he leaned forward, capturing my mouth with his. I gasped, pushing into him as our connection sent shocks right in between my thighs.

My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him against me. He was hard yet warm, his addicting smell making me yank him with need.

"Dean, kiss me." I say in between kisses, his arms around my waist as he pulls me to the floor with him. I'm sitting on his lap, still feeling the desperation of wanting to be closer to him. I wanted to be suffocated by Dean, wanted him wrapped around me at all times, always.

"I am, Soph." He laughs, kissing me back with equal strength. He pulls back, going to my neck sucking long and hard below my earlobe making me let out a moan. I tilted my head, trying to give him more access when he stopped, setting me back on the edge of the bed.

When I try and go back to him, he stops me, and I pull away to look at him face to face with confusion.

"Slow," He reminds me, breathless and I almost cursed at him for using that word. Though I refrained, understanding where he was coming from.

Slow. Slow, slow, slow, yet I wanted nothing more than to go fast with him.

I cup his face in my hands, eyeing his redden lips before whispering. "You don't to fuck me today. But does that mean everything else is off the table?"

"No," he whispers back. "We can still do other things..."

He captured my lips once more, getting me drunk off of his taste. God, he was so fucking pretty it was almost impossible to ignore. With a moan, I pulled him up so he was on the bed, his body over mine as he deepened the kiss. His forearm is beside my head, keeping his weight off my body while his free hand starts to stroke my hair away from my face.

Dean, Dean, Dean. That was the only thing going through my mind at this moment. How he felt, how he tastes, how much I wanted him to just fuck me.

His hands finally reached the waistband of my shorts, pausing our makeout session to look at me for consent before he continued.

With a nod, he moves back on his knees, staring down at me as his hands make the notion of pulling both my shorts and underwear down. It's so excruciatingly slow that I almost whine, needing his hands back on me again.

Once he slipped them off he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my abdomen before making his way down. My hands come up to play with his hair, letting out a sigh at how soft it is. My muscles quiver in anticipation, his lips going down and towards the inside of my thigh. He continues his teasing, making me let out a noise of impatience.

I look down at him with heavy eyes, waiting.

"Tell me," He breathes out."Tell me how bad you want this."

"Please," I gasp. "I want it so bad."

"This is so wrong," He whispers. "But you must be aching for me, huh sweetheart? Needing someone to fill you up right here. I can't leave you unsatisfied, can I?" His innocent tone has me squeezing my legs together in order to find a sense of relief, but his hands kept me from doing so. "No..." he continues, a small shake to his head. "I wouldn't do that to my pretty baby."

One of his fingers stroke me, not so much as to bring me pleasure but just so he can feel me. My thighs shake, heels digging into the comforter as I keep myself open for him to play with. He's slow on purpose, I know, but I'd rather drag it out with him than anyone else in the world.

"Let's play a game..." He moves so he's hovering over me again. His lips find my neck, presses gentle kisses there as he talks against my skin. "If I can make you come in the next ten minutes, you'll stay."

"That...that isn't fair,"

"Too fucking bad," He chastis, using my wetness to rub circles over my clit. The motion has me breathing out, eyes closing as I buck into him uselessly asking for more.

"Oh God," I cry out, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"You like that, don't you?" He taunts me, making me shake.

I can only nod, wanting more than ever to kiss him until I explode. It's been so long since I've done anything sexual, too long but I was kind of glad I waited until I met Dean, my heart so full of content at him being my first in forever.

"Ever had your pretty pussy worshipped? Fucking you over and over again with their fingers and tongue until you're left begging for their cock?"

That has me gasping for air, my mind not wiring up any responses as he finally gives me what I want and sinks a finger into me. At first, he starts off slow, letting me get used to the intrusion but after a few seconds he speeds up, my head rolling back in pleasure.

"Dean," I tugged on his hair, needing him to kiss me again.

He ignored me, now adding a second finger and fucking me relentlessly. I expected Dean to go slow, calm and thorough but he was maddening. His silent brooding persona and his patience with me mislead the way he was in the bedroom.

I kept my eyes shut tight as I took in the sensations, wanting nothing more than to fall deep into my pleasure. Dean kisses me lightly before pulling away, not giving me what I want. "Open your eyes and look at me, Sweetheart. Or I'll stop." I immediately looked at him, not wanting him to put an end to this. He smiled knowingly, his fingers going back to the same pace before he finally, finally lets me kiss him.

There was something so hot about laying here naked while Dean was fully clothed, fucking me to sin. It felt primal and dirty at the same time, especially watching him work my cunt into his mouth.

My hips bucked up, his right hand coming up to splay over my pelvis as he tenderly pushed it down, working me further. "Dean!" I cried out, feeling my orgasm coming. He pushes away from me, hair flopping over his face as he gauges my reaction for when I come.

I can't do anything but stare into his eyes, filled so deep with heat and desire that I whimper as he pushes another finger in. Three fingers, he was working me with three fingers now. I reach down, holding onto his wrist as I roll my hips in time with his thrusts.

"God, you look so pretty under me shaking and squirming with pleasure. Am I making you feel good, baby? Is that ache going away?" He uses his other hand to rub at my clit, my thighs falling open as my entire body shudders knowing what was about to come.

With a silent cry, my head tilts back and I come, the pleasure washing through my entire body as he continues to work me past my breaking point. It feels so good, almost endless, and that's how I want to remain always.

"That's it, let it all out, Sophia." He cooed, his voice was soothing while his hands were havoc. I was so overwhelmed, the stimulation making my brain fog.

When my body finally stops shaking he slowly removes his fingers, humming as he brings them over to his mouth to clean off my release. I could come again, watching that alone. Once he's done, he brings his head back down to kiss me, my eyes automatically shutting as I kiss him back. I can taste myself on him, my hand coming up to tug on his hair. Rather than continue, he pauses, looking at me.

"God, you're precious."  He whispers.

I could only blink up at him, so dazed with pleasure that a smile curves his lips.

He stared back down, watching me. "Don't have anything to say, huh Sophia? Where'd all those words go from before?"

"I..."

"You..." He mocked, laughing down at me. His gaze travelled over my body, limp like putty under his watch. His hands traced down, slipping inside me pumping in and out a few times before pulling out, my cum stringing from his fingers.

"So messy," He murmured, fascinated.

"Look at you. Freshly fucked and slumped in a puddle of your own cum. You made such a mess, Sweetheart." He teased and I squeezed my legs together, loving the way he was talking to me.

With another smile, he smooths back my hair, keeping his hand cupping my jaw as he presses his lips against mine again. His arms move to wrap around my body, holding me so gently as his hands caress my body, almost as if he was satisfied with just the touch of me.

"You did such a good job," He leaned up, kissing my forehead."I'm gonna go get something to clean you up, okay?"

I nodded, still not being able to form any words as I watched him slide off the bed.

Walking away to the bathroom, I laid there on his bed in contentment. I felt sore all over, used and empty in a good way. Dean had come back with a washcloth in hand, wiping between my legs before helping me sit up.

"You're shivering." He whispered, rubbing his hands down my arms to warm me up.

"I get cold easily," I admitted.

He was so gentle as he pulled a t-shirt over my head, it smelling exactly like him. Getting new underwear from my drawer, he helped me pull those up as well before handing me a glass of water so I could rehydrate, finally laying me down against the pillows, kissing me kindly one last time.

"You rest for a bit, alright? I'm going to heat up the food I made earlier and I'll bring it to you."

"Are we...don't you want to do stuff too?"

He shook his head, smiling softly at me. "I'm alright, Sophia. Tonight is about you."

Before he could leave, I held onto his wrist, clearing my throat softly so I could talk.

"When you said you wanted us to go slow, did you mean you still wanted me after today?"

It was a reasonable question to ask, especially after I knew how easily people said anything in the heat of the moment. I braced myself for a disappointing answer, knowing I had to respect Dean whichever choice he made.

"It depends," he sat back down in front of me, taking my hand in his as he rubbed his thumb along my palm. "Do you want this to continue after today?"

I lit up, trying to hide my glee as I nodded my head. He only smiled at my reaction, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. "We still go slow though, okay? And if you ever want to stop...promise me you'll let me know."

I doubted that though for his peace of mind, I nodded, agreeing. With that I let him go, watching him walk over to the door before he paused, turning his head to look at me.

"By the way..." He smirked, eyes falling onto my lips before moving back towards my eyes. "I win."

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