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She had her eyes focused on her feet, teeth buried in her lower lip while hoping not to spill any of her nail polish. Music filled the motel room, making her hum as she painted her toes while Dean was out to grab some food. They had decided to spend some days away from the others, just the two of them, no hunts, no fights, nothing but the two of them and endless hours they spent watching crappy shows, drives through nearby towns, or kisses escalating into warm touches.
For the first time in months, both felt somewhat relaxed, allowing themselves to give room to the sensations they had ignored for weeks on end. Days which gave the two of them a chance to relearn how to simply be a couple, a couple who barely knew anything but hunting supernatural creatures and helping one another with washing away some blood.
“Look what I found!” Dean kicked the door open, carrying a big bag of takeout in his hand, while holding what seemed to be a video recorder in the other. He placed the bag down on the table before plopping down next to (y/n), who had managed to grasp the red bottle before it would spill on the blanket.
“How old is that thing? It looks ancient.” She chuckled the words as he fished out a cable to charge it on the bedside table.
“Careful there, sweetheart. This thing will help us record our sex tape tonight.” (Y/n) almost choked on her breath, wide eyes staring up at her boyfriend. Dean wore a wide smirk on his plush lips, he shuffled out of his leather jacket before finding his way to the bag as if he hadn’t just spoken those very words.
“Our what?” Slowly she rose to her feet, moving towards Dean who plopped down in one of the older chairs and began eating his burger. A proud expression lingered on his handsome face, filling her stomach with a prickling tension.
“Sex tape, we spoke about it a few weeks ago, remember?” It had been a joke, a simple joke rolling off her lips as she had been a few beers deep. Words Dean had seemingly not taken as a joke but rather like an invitation to buy a video recorder and to film the two while being intimate.
“Do you think that’s a good idea? What if you lose it or someone else finds it?” She reached for her food, not able to swallow a satisfied moan as she took the first bite. Dean’s green eyes instantly flickered back to her, lured closer by the sounds she made.
“I’ll be careful with it, don’t worry, sweetheart.”
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“Fuck, baby, exactly like that.” Dean was laying on his back, naked body spread out for her as she straddled his muscular thighs, hands wrapped around his cock. He cupped her warm cheek with one hand, while the other held onto the video recorder, fully focused on (y/n). Loud groans left him as she kept pumping him, focused on making him feel good, on allowing him to let go without worrying about anybody they knew hearing them. “C’mon use your mouth, show the camera how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.”
Nothing but a hum left her as (y/n) parted her lips and sucked on his tip. His familiar taste lingered on her tongue while she took more of him, allowing him to stretch her throat. She gagged around him, glassy eyes fluttering close while breathing through her nose, all while pumping the inches she couldn’t swallow.
Dean’s eyes flickered between the small screen of the video recorder and her face, watching her struggle as his sounds kept urging her to keep bobbing her head. Her mouth felt all too heavenly around him, almost as good as her walls, perfectly wrapped around him as if no other man had ever dared to even think of touching her.
“Shit, slow down.” He let go of a heavy breath, trying to calm himself. “I want to cum inside of you, record it dripping out of your pretty pussy.”
Heat clung to her as Dean groaned the words, fully taken up by his pleasure. She pulled away from him, only to move further up his body, dripping tightness aligning itself with his twitching cock. Dean’s free hand found her right one, interlacing their fingers – all while (y/n) slowly sank down on him with parted lips and closed eyes.
The recorder picked up on her every move, watching her on top of him as she built a steady rhythm, while both got lost in their sounds. Their bodies searched one another’s closeness, a familiar ritual only binding the two lovers closer together with every arising high. It was an overly precious moment to the both of them, no matter how many times they have gotten lost in one another before. A moment solemnly crafted for the both of them.
“God, Dean, fuck, touch me.” He let go of her hand to find her chest, cupping her right breast while squeezing her nipple. (Y/n)’s moans tore through her, sounds only growing louder as he moved down to her pulsing bundle, circling it while zooming in with the recorder. He filmed how their bodies met again and again, not hiding a single inch of the body Dean loved to feel pressed against his. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Dean watched her fall apart on top of him. His hips jerked to meet her thrusts, chasing his own high while she tried to steady her trembling body. No warning was spoken as he flipped her around, hovering over her as he fucked her harder. The video was undoubtedly shaky, not nearly perfect, and yet perfect enough for the two lovers who were addicted to moments like these.
He came with another sound, head hanging low, eyes focused on her middle. Dean filmed a few more lazy thrusts before pulling out of her, recording his cum dripping out of (y/n) to make a mess on the cheap bedding.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again while we watch this.” His murmurs made her chuckle, she softly slapped his shoulder before pulling him in for a soft kiss.