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Dean’s POV
*Flashback*
I have been waiting for what seems like hours for Puddin’ to come back from whatever it is he is doing. I know he doesn’t trust me yet, hence me not really knowing anything about what he does everyday.
It’s frustrating that he just leaves me here, and how he doesn’t touch me, when I know he wants to. I don’t understand at all.
And then there’s the cleaning lady, Marcella. She is constantly running around and cleaning shit. And it just didn’t help that I am having the worst headache I’ve had in a while.
Letting out a harsh breath, I stand up from the couch I had been laying on, and make my way to the kitchen. Just as I reached the door, she came rushing through and ran into me.
“What the fuck!” I grunt out as I rub at my arm, where she had accidentally poked me with her cleaning shit.
“Sorry.” She said and just walked away. At this, everything I have been feeling for the past few days, comes rushing at me full force and I don’t even know where the knife came from but the next thing I know, it’s buried deep in the woman’s jugular.
But somehow, this isn’t enough. I roughly pull the knife out and repeatedly stab and stab, and I don’t even notice Puddin’ walk into the apartment. I only stop when my arm feels like lead and I drop the bloody knife. I taste the blood that splashed into my mouth, and I look up to find Puddin’ looking at me with wide eyes, and I smile, showing the blood that so deliciously coated my teeth.
I notice how dark his eyes have become, and I can feel myself start to harden. Before I know what is happening, I stand up, walking over the corpse and somehow managing not to slip on the blood slick tile and make my way towards the slightly shorter man.
For a moment, he just stared into my lust dazed eyes, and I could tell he was holding back from doing something. Taking a chance, I smash our mouths together and I couldn’t help but whimper when he immediately took control of the kiss.
I found myself moaning at how he lifted me of the ground and placed my legs around his waist, and he turned, slamming my back against the wall. As I moaned, he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.
At some point, we managed to make our way to the bed and before I knew it, he held my hands above my head and began to kiss down my neck, like it would feed his insatiable hunger.
But this is going way too slow, I think to myself. And I know It’s probably not a smart idea to do this but I can’t help myself. Somehow, I managed to break free from his hold and flipped him onto his back.
The growl that escaped his mouth only made me incredibly harder. But before he could do anything else, I ripped his button down apart, watching as the buttons flew, and made a needy little sound in the back of my throat as my eyes stared down at the most beautiful body I have ever seen. His toned chest and stomach muscled and hard, and his hipbones... oh I definitely moaned the second I saw them and I dove down, sucking and biting at them.
After a few minutes of that, Puddin’ began to writhe. He fisted his rough fingers in my hair, and I loved how he tugged just hard enough.
Moving to lick down the dark hair that disappeared underneath his jeans, I scramble with unbuttoning them. Once they were thrown somewhere in the room, I mouthed hastily at the massive erection barely contained in the black boxer briefs.
Having my curiosity over power me, I roughly pull the underwear down, and my jaw drops as the biggest cock I’ve ever seen springs up, leaking pre-come. As I lean forwards and kitten lick the slit, I get a good amount of pre-come on my tongue and my senses go haywire at the taste. I find my self sucking uncontrollably on the fat head, and the loud grunts coming from above only encourages me to go further.
Still tasting blood in my mouth, I smile around the huge cock that’s oh so heavy in my mouth, and I sink down. The only thing that is going through my kind right now is how fucking amazing this big cock tastes in my mouth and I don’t even care that he decided to take over and fuck my mouth relentlessly.
Not wanting to come too fast, the older man pulls out of my mouth and opens the top drawer of his night stand and pulls out a bottle of scented lube. “Turn around.” He says, voice gruff and lust crazed.
Obeying, I turn my back to him, sticking my ass in the air, wanting him to take me. I can feel his eyes raking over my exposed body and I feel a strange comfort in it.
After a few moments of just looking, he moves forward, and slaps me hard on the ass. Then he gets both hands and greedily gropes the round cheeks presented to him. I didn’t expect him to fucking eat my ass out but I certainly wasn’t complaining,
He licked and sucked my rim and thrust his strong tongue in. Somehow, he rubbed against all the right places because my body fucking spasmed and jolted with pleasure.
After a while, he slicked up his fingers and started to stretch me out.
It didn’t take long, but he still teased me by intentionally and deliberately rubbing against my prostate and I knew if he didn’t stop now that I was gonna come.
“Pudd- in’... I’m gonna come if you do- n’t stop!” And at that, he pulled off. He laid back against the pillows and pulled my thighs back with him. I wasn’t facing him and my ass was towards him, so this was kind of weird but I kept my mouth shut,
When I felt the slick and fat head pressing against my tight ring of muscle, I pressed back too, and cried out when the head slid inside. After a few moments, he is fully seated and I grasp at his knees for support.
When I was ready, I began to slowly thrust back onto the older man’s cock. Before I knew it, I had hands on my hips and every time I thrust down, he thrust up at the same time. I was a moaning mess, every harsh thrust, and the grunts that filled the room, was so fucking hot.
I changed the angle and I cried out in pleasure as the thick cock penetrating my tight hole struck my sensitive prostate and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder than ever. For a few minutes, we both thrust as hard as we can, and I cry out a list of profanities, and I’m coming while gripping the muscled thighs in front of me and whilst I lay spent, I feel my hole pumped with my baby’s sweet come.
As we both lay there, spent, I feel that for once, I don’t feel lost and scared. I’m not thinking about that man beating me over and over. I’m not thinking about these memories that aren’t mine. I am content. And I realize that it’s because of him...
I open my eyes, blinking fast as I remember that night when Puddin’ came home to me killing our cleaning lady. And how he touched me so passionately and so possessively.
I shivered at how much he can effect me. And then I start to think about all of those nightmares I keep dreaming. All of those panic attacks I don’t tell him about. He must think I am weak. He must think I have softened.
I find myself shaking on the floor, chest heaving and I know that it’s true.
I know that I should've said something about it to him but I don't want to seem weak in front of Cas, he's everything i have now and I can't seem to let him go. the nightmares are becoming too much to handle, I don't know what’s happening, it’s like I'm losing my mind. oh the irony, Me losing my mind, that's a new one. something is wrong in this picture, I don't know how but I feel that I'm forgetting something very important. I need to find out what's happening to me, why i'm losing control, why I can't stop dreaming about that boy. who is that boy? WHO IS HE, why is he in my head. I need answers and I need them NOW, the sooner I find out what’s happening to me, the sooner I can fix it and everything will fall into place, but where should I start? where should I go to find the answers? is there any way at all to find them?
I should leave, even if only temporary I should leave, I need to get some answers and I need to find them alone, I can't drag Puddin' into this.
this is the best way I can't think about right now, he did a lot for me, it's time I return the favor. I need to do this alone, that way I can fix myself without him knowing I was broken in the first place, he doesn't need to know that I'm having second doubts about him or his methods.
He doesn't need to know what goes on inside my head, I need to do this for my safety and his.
I get up from the floor and grab some clothes, stuffing them in a bag and closing it, I need some space from him until I get my shit together.
I hastily pick up a pen and some paper, writing a note for Cas to read when he gets home from wherever he went.
I'm sorry Puddin', I can't do this anymore, I'm leaving.
I'm leaving you, I don't know for how long,
don't look for me.
I'll be okay, I'll have my babies
XOXO, Harley.
I swing the leather jacket over my shoulders and pick up the bag and the necklace he gave me, I quickly make my way towards the armory and take out my guns, putting them in their holsters. after doing so I pick up my bat and stuff it in the bag, turning around I leave the house through the front door, taking my bike in the process.
Goodbye love, I'll miss you.
with that I leave without looking back, and definitely not shedding a tear in the process...