Come on, you thought as you rummaged through your drawers, it's gotta be in here somewhere. You had just about an hour until Dean was expected to be home again and boy did you have a surprise waiting for him.

"Yes!" you rejoiced as you found the maid's outfit you'd been saving for this particular Valentine's Day. You giggled as you put the skimpy outfit on and just about laughed even more by how much it showed your ass, "Dean will definitely like this," you told yourself.

"Oh, yes he does." You jumped at the sound of Dean's voice. He stood there in the doorway to his bedroom looking at you like he was going to pounce on you at any moment. After what felt like forever, Dean ran his finger along the top of his dresser and pretended to look for dust. "Y/N, did you dust in here?" It was like a light flipped on when you realized what was happening and you instantly grew wet just thinking about it.

"Yes, monsieur. I dusted all the rooms and vacuumed and washed your clothing." Dean looked at you sternly. Once again, he took his finger and ran it along the middle of his bed checking for dust.

"I think you should dust again, Y/N. My bed seems awfully dusty." You nodded and grabbed the costumes' feather duster that was still in your drawer. Slowly, you made your way to the end of the bed and leaned over to 'dust' the bed. Dean took the chance to come up behind you and to press his erection against you.

"Monsieur, I cannot concentrate on my work if you do that." You said as you held back a moan when he began grinding against you. Dean grabbed the duster out of your hand and ran it softly from your chest all the way down where he dropped the duster and placed his hand on top of your pussy.

"Y/N, you said you washed my clothing?" you nodded, "You forgot to wash the ones I am wearing, Y/N." He turned you around to put your hands on his chest.

"Very well, monsieur. I shall take them and go wash them." You slid his shirt off quickly but made sure to be very slow with his pants. This leisurely pace drove Dean insane to the point that he pushed you back on the bed. You watched him from below and began to slowly crawl to the headboard as he took off his pants. His cock looked like it was aching to get out of his boxers, to get against your pussy, to get in your pussy. As soon as he realized you were sliding up, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back down until his cock was so close he could've just slid into you.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Y/N. You're not doing your job correctly." Dean's hands slid up your thighs to pull the skirt of the maid costume up and you swore you saw his cock twitch at the sight of you with no panties on, "How naughty, Y/N." Dean rubbed his cock against the entrance to your soaking pussy.

"I thought I had to wash your clothing, monsieur?"

"How about this, Y/N. Wash my clothing and your uniform." Dean began ripping the maid costume off of your body at this point. Once the costume was off, Dean's mouth ravished yours and continued to rub his cock against you. Dean spun you around and leaned you over the bed before plunging his cock into you roughly. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips once he set a fast, hard rhythm.

"Dean!" You moaned as he grabbed your breasts to thrust deeper. The sound of him grunting and moaning every time he entered you made you wetter and wetter.

"So tight and so wet for me," Dean whispered into your ear, "I've missed your pussy all day today." Dean's hand reached down to your clit and began to rub.

"Dean…" you moaned as you felt your orgasm coming.

"Not yet, Y/N. Cum with me, baby." You found yourself pushing into every thrust and that drove Dean even crazier. Suddenly, Dean pulled out and tossed you further up onto the bed. You rolled over to watch Dean crawling towards you with the look in his eyes only a predator had towards his prey. You reached for him and pulled him against you so that he could thrust his cock into once more. This time Dean went slow. Thrust, wait, pull out, thrust, wait, pull out.

Over and over again and you didn't even notice your hands clawing the bed sheets until he tried to flip you over and on top of him. Your hips bounced and ground against him in desperate need of release until Dean finally grabbed your hips, lifted you up a bit, and began pounding his cock into you. You grabbed the top of the headboard as he continued to thrust into you. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer and by the sound of Dean's grunts he was close as well.

"I'm gonna cum, Dean! Please, let me cum!" Dean grabbed pulled you into a kiss as he grabbed your breast.

"Cum for me, Y/N. Cum with me." Dean's hand went down to your clit and as he thrust in you once more your orgasm struck you and warmth rippled throughout your pussy and your entire body. Dean followed suit and groaned as he came inside you. You laid there on top of him with his cock still inside you and kissed him once more.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dean."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."