𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+ ⋆. 𐙚
Thinking about spnAU!Dean Winchester finally getting to make his very own tape with his girl!
Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you fuck it), porn mentioned, porn made, sex tape, oral sex (blowjob), interrupted sex (caught), thin walls, creampies<33
(wc: = 2.3k) (genre: smut)
| The past few days had been incredibly boring; cases with no leads, research that didn't seem to make any sense, and the excruciating heatwaves of mid July.
Dean was currently laying on one of the squeaky motel beds, his laptop perched on top of his thighs, as he tried to find any article worth reading about.. whatever they were looking for this time. Or at least pretended to search for websites.
In reality, his dirty mind seemed to be entirely elsewhere. While his calloused fingers seemed to mechanically move across the touch pad of the laptop, his brain wasn’t processing any of the words he was reading.
No, the only thing on his mind was his girlfriend in those tiny shorts.
Sam was gone for the day, leaving you and Dean to have some sweet, well-deserved privacy. As far as privacy went in motel rooms with ridiculously thin and stained walls.
Sam was currently walking around in the little town they stayed in, searching the libraries up and down for any clues or leads.
That offered Dean the perfect chance to make a move on to his girlfriend; you.
While you were currently sprawled across the couch, your limbs barely dangling off the cheap fabric, as your hands worked to fan yourself, Dean called your name.
"Hey, babe?" He had that look on his face. That stupid, smug look. His mouth was pulled into a smirk that could only be described as boyish.
Just as you turned your head to look at him, your expression barely appearing intrigued yet, he added. "What're you pulling that face for, huh? Sammy's gone.. we have the motel room to ourselves, and you wanna mope?"
"Not moping." You comment, though you’d have to admit that his words did pique your interest. So, you follow up with a question. "What do you even wanna do in this heat?"
"That’s for me to worry about, pretty girl.. just get over here already, don’t leave a guy hanging. Come on.. come already." Dean waved you over impatiently, as he shut the laptop with a soft 'click', though not bothering to get up.
"What is it?" After you had rolled off the couch, you were now standing in front of him with your arms folded across your chest, looking at him in annoyance.
"Geez, bitchy much? Isn’t it obvious? We’ve barely had any time to ourselves the last couple days, baby.." He spoke, as his fingers already hooked into the belt loops of your shorts, pulling you closer by your hips.
"'M trying to get some.. y'know? Cases been real frustrating.." He added, looking up at you expectantly, through those unfairly long lashes, as you now stood by the side of his bed. All he ever thought about was sex, really.
And honestly.. you were starting to consider this option. Still, you felt the need to ask about Sammy, just to make sure you weren’t going to be interrupted. "But what about Sammy? Won’t he come back..?"
"Nah. Guy said he’ll be out all day long. Maybe he’ll finally find himself some chick too, he’s been real lonely—" Dean ranted, his eyebrows slightly quirking up at his own theory.
You could just tell he was agreeing with his own opinion. Whoever had given him this much confidence.. it was definitely showing on his face.
Although it didn’t take a lot of convincing for you to end up giving in to Dean's idea.
Therefore, with newfound excitement, you climbed on top of him, your hands trailing down his muscles chest, as you pushed him to lean back against the headboard. Not even a second later, you could feel his fingers brush against either side of your hips, just where the fabric of your top was riding up.
Since you were looking for a way to entertain yourself during this boring day.. and felt extra generous too, you decided to make a show out of it.
You could practically see his smirk turn into a cocky grin, from the moment you slowly and very sultrily took your top off, holding it just between your fingertips, and dropping it beside the bed.
"Holy shit, baby— You’re so hot. So fuckin' hot.. could never get enough of this sight.." Dean rambled under his breath, his green eyes lighting up with both boyish enthusiasm and arousal. This was enough to make his jeans feel tight already.
"You should see yourself right now." He muttered, almost thoughtfully, before an idea struck his dirty mind.
Just when you were undoing your bra, making a show out of unclipping it single-handedly behind your back and your eyes were shut, you were quickly startled by the sound of a drawer closing with a slam!
As you open your eyes, you were directly met with the lens of a cheap-looking camera. Dean was holding it right to your face, his voice turning playful now.
"C'mon, baby.. give us a show. Smile for the camera, yeah?" He instructed.. and without thinking, you agreed.
With a slightly shy smile, you close down through your eyes again, as you bit down onto your bottom lip. The camera follows your movements as your hands trail down to your shorts and you’re eventually left in your pink pair of panties, after you had stripped the fabric off.
Oh, Dean didn’t think of sex anymore. He thought about scenes.
"Fuck, that’s right.. keep going. Show those tits, sweetheart.." Dean sounded like a regular porn producer now. You could hear the smugness off his voice, as he added. "Yeahhh, grab them, pretty girl.. show 'em to the camera. Stay in frame for me.." His words were nasty, meant to imitate those of a perverted director.
And you did. Your hands wrapped around your breasts, as you gave them a squeeze, pressing them together, before letting out a little moan with every movement.
"Mm, baby, stop teasing the audience.." Dean encouraged from behind the lenses. The camera followed the movement of your head, as you ducked down enough to undo his belt, then unzip his jeans.
After he helped you get rid of his pants, you were left to pull down his ratty, grey boxers. As you did, you were facing his bulge, only looking up to meet the camera with your teeth sunken into your bottom lip.
Once you freed his leaking cock, an obscene moan left your lips. "Dean, baby, it’s so big.." You’d whine, making eye contact with the camera, only to see his smirk widen behind it.
"Shit, pretty girl.. give it kiss. Come on. Stick out your tongue.." He held the camera shakily in one hand, as his other went to wrap around the base of his shaft, slapping the furiously pink tip against your tongue. As you gave it a little kiss, he watched your lips connected with the tip through a string of precum.
"Fuuuck.. yeah, good girl. That’s my girl. Give me a good shot, baby.." Groans left Dean's throat, as you sucked at his girthy cock, spit bubbling slightly at the sides of his length, while his free hand grabbed at your hair, tugging at the makeshift ponytail.
He took his cock out of your mouth, only for his hand to return to the shaft, slapping it across your cheek a couple of times, followed by his next instructions. "Pull off your panties, sexy.. show the camera how wet you get when you’re making a movie.." His words were lewd now, even dirtier, as he played into his role.
"It's just for you, De.. for your cock.." You'd moan and his smirk broadened again, his pearly whites showing slightly through his grin.
"Damn right. C'mon.. now, don’t keep the audience waiting." He told you, giving your thigh an encouraging smack that made the device pick up your gasp.
As you still sat on top of him, you shimmied off your soaked panties, showing them into the camera, before spreading your legs enough to reveal your glistening cunt to the camera.
"This is all for you, baby.. only for you." You’d whimper to the screen, knowing that Dean would replay these tapes someday with his hand in his boxers and his dick leaking at the memory of you spreading your folds to the camera, dragging a finger across your slit to gather the slick arousal.
"So fuckin' wet, sweetheart. You ready for this cock? Hm? Wanna see you fuck yourself dumb on it, can you do that?" Dean would ask, almost condescendingly, as his tip already nudged your entrance and the camera zoomed in on the details of your dripping hole, just waiting to be filled by him.
As you nod, slowly sliding yourself down onto his length, gasps and moans leave your lips, while Dean's free hand rested on your hip to guide you, the cool metal of his ring cold against your heated skin.
He zoomed out again, filming your body on top of his; the way his cock sat so snugly inside your dripping cunt, nudging your cervix, as he groaned and then directed with a breathier voice. "Yeah, baby.. ride it. Ride it, c'mon.. you know how to ride, don’t you? Atta girl.."
And you did. You were starting slow, as Dean‘s hand set the pace.. but quickly, the moment escalated into wild panting and the slick sounds of your two bodies against each others.
"Fuck, De.. fuck me harder! Want all of you— want you to come inside me!" The sounds you were making were obscene, as you grabbed the camera out of his hand and now flipped perspectives, filming Dean from your angle.
His plush lips were slightly parted in a grin and his eyes were hazy, his lashes casting shadows onto his freckled cheekbones, while his expression couldn’t have looked cockier and more fucked out right now. He was in pure awe, drunk on the pleasure of being inside you.
"Give us a show, pretty boy.." You’d tell him, as you giggled behind the camera, although everything would sound really trashy on video. Your words sounded awfully cliche but they seemed to really get Dean's porn-addicted brain going, judging by the way his hips snapped up to meet your own.
"'M not the pornstar here, baby—" He told you, before a higher pitched moan left his lips, cutting him off. Your hand was currently on his chiseled chest, steadying yourself as you rode his dick, filming his reactions to your cunt being wrapped around his cock.
Then, he added. "—Matter of fact, fuck the video… need to focus on my girl.. 'm so close, babe. Gonna fill you up.." He told you, as he took the camera out of your hand and tossed it onto the bed.
Now, the image was cut off, as the screen went black, but the camera was definitely still picking up the tinny sounds.
"Gonna come, baby.. Where do you want it?" Dean asked as his hands squished the flesh of your waist, dragging you down onto his cock with every brutal thrust his hips delivered from underneath you.
"Inside, De.. Want you to fill me up. Gonna come too.." You’d gasp, as his cock hit your g spot over and over again, giving your cunt delicious friction.
He knew how to assist your impending orgasm, as his thumb pressed into your clit and began rubbing tight circles, making you throw your head back with a loud moan. Loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear, when you cried out his name like a broken record.
As your cunt spasmed around his cock and practically tensed around him like a vice, Dean's eyes fluttered shut as well, his head falling back onto the pillows, as he came with hot spurts of cum inside your guts. His eyebrows were furrowed from the intense pleasure, while his hands tried to grasp at any part of your body he couch reach.
Dean's sounds had been high pitched, almost gasps for air, mixed with throaty groans, as you both came at the same time, and he filled you up to the brim. Your cunt was practically squeezing every last drop of cum out of his cock.
"Oh, fuck, baby.." His voice was husky now, as he recovered from his orgasm. He had a bit of a spotty vision, but his dopey smile showed his satisfaction.
You were still catching your breath, when he grabbed the camera into his hand again and focused in on your pussy again. He slowly pulled out his now half hard cock, before taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of you.
"This would make millions, baby.. Fuck, the amount of money people would pay to look at your perfect pussy—" He muttered to himself behind the cheap camera, before your palm came to cover the lens and you had to burst his bubble.
"Alright, turn the camera off, asshole—" You'd laugh, and he did. Those were the last words to your first tape together.
As you collapsed on top of him, your flushed face hitting his sweaty chest, and his arms wrapped around you, sudden footsteps could be heard approaching the motel room.
Next thing you knew, Sam was standing in the doorway, looking at both you and Dean with an equally outraged and disappointed expression.
"Shit, Sammy.. why’re you back already? Couldn’t find yourself a date?" Dean teased lightheartedly.
"I’ve been back for half an hour, Dean. I had to wait.. in the car.. thirty minutes, because you two were busy going at it like pornstars!" Sam shouted back, dropping his research books onto the nearby table.
"Sounded like a murder scene.. You know you’re gonna get a noise complaint, right?! Everybody heard your obnoxious moans.. for fucks sake.."
ᥫ᭡ writers note: My exams fucked me over, sorry for being so inactive omgg.. Btw I’ve had this idea for like so long. Hope it’s as cool as it was in my head lmao. If you guys have any other requests or ideas, lmk! (requests r open) xoxo —ℳ ᥫ᭡
