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08 August 2007 @ 04:31 pm
hit me baby (one more time) {Dean/Jo}  
Title: hit me baby (one more time)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Jo Harvelle
Word Count: 504
Warnings: Sex. Plot? What plot?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the videos would plastered all over the net.
Summary: Jo pulled the ice pack away from her face. It was numb, but not numb enough.
Notes: CJ (vylentcrymz) could use some cheering up. What makes everyone happy? Porn. Fic. All for you, babe! ♥


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Jo pulled the ice pack away from her face. It was numb, but not numb enough.

Dean just smiled.

"Jerk."

His grin turned down. "What?"

"This is your fault, ass. Don't give me that what bullshit."

"How was I supposed to know he would duck?"

Jo knew he didn't really mean to punch her. It was just a bar brawl gone bad after some piss-drunk hunter got upset after a hussled game of pool. Jo had tried to hold him back but when Dean went to clock him, he ducked and fist connected with jaw.

Her jaw.

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing a thumb across her lips.

She attempted a half smile, not sure if the left side of her face was moving since she couldn't really feel it. Before she could think what the hell his lips were smashed against hers. It felt so weird. The left side of her lips came tingling back to life and then… shitshitshitshitshitfuck.

"Stop," was all she could get out as she pushed him back, picking up the ice pack and pressing it against her pathetic swollen jaw.

Dean pouted but it didn't work. One thing he obviously hadn't picked up from Sam. But this was Dean, for fuck's sake. He wasn't the type to make people feel better by putting on that sad puppy face.

Oh, no. Dean much preferred to use sex as an outlet. Jo knew that. Still, she was surprised when her jeans were ripped out from under her and his finger slipped under her panties.

He never was one for wasting time.

She arched her back when knuckle ghosted over clit. Forgot about the pain when her panties were pushed aside and finger was replaced by tongue.

Winchesters never fucked around.

He made long, slow circles around her center. She was so close already; the only thing she could do to keep from falling was dig her fingers into her thighs. He flicked his tongue at her clit. Once, twice… oh hell, she lost count.

She only squirmed more when he pushed two fingers into her hole. Thrusting slowly, then faster, and alternating between the two, she didn't know how much more she could take. He lifted up her shirt and she felt hot breath along her stomach, up to her breasts.

No bra. She knew he liked it that way.

His lips softly kissed her nipple, already hard, and only getting worse when his tongue rolled over it. She lifted her hips, one leg wrapped around his, so he was thrusting at a different angle and then jesusfuckingchrist. She was clenching and spasming around him and through the glaze over her eyes she barely made out his cocky smirk.

She didn't even realize she had bitten her tongue.

Settled, breathing and seeing correctly again, Dean kissed her cheek.

"What d'you say?" He had that glint in his eyes as he reached for his zipper. She pushed him off and felt around the sheets for her ice.

"I'm still pissed at you."

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nuttaxbutta: Jo/Deannuttaxbutta on August 8th, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was perfect. You should totally write a fic for the actual bar scene, but even without it this is one of my favourite smut JoDe fics XD
And what's all this I hear about him being in London? Cos, if he is, I'm SO going searching tomorrow.