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Dean leaned back in the seat, his eyes shutting tightly as he heard the hissing of the pressurized cabin and the captain of the plane on the overhead speaker. He should’ve been keeping his eyes open and watching the cabin crew prepping the passengers for take-off, but he managed to do that on the flight from Kansas City to L.A. He could afford to close them on the journey from L.A. to Honolulu, Oahu. As the plane rolled along the tarmac, he snapped open his right eye, glancing at Y/N. She was sitting next to him, calmly flipping through a magazine, and looking up at the flight demonstration every few seconds.
Y/N looked over at him, causing him to close his eye and pretend he was making himself fall asleep. She picked up on it, a small smile on her face as she tried to keep herself from laughing. Putting her magazine down, she shifted slightly, leaning in to kiss his stubbled jaw.
“You doing okay?” she asked, softly.
“Yeah,” he replied, too quickly. “I’m awesome.”
She glanced down at his hand, curled over the armrest and white as paper from his grip. She placed hers on top, lightly soothing the tension in his knuckles.
“I think your hand is betraying you,” she said, lifting it off the rest and wrapping their fingers together.
“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he lied, trying to smile at her.
“You know, if you want to lean on me and drift off, I’m more than okay with it,” she suggested, kissing his jaw again.
“I’m fine, I just gotta… you know, close my eyes, and…” he leaned his head back with his eyes still shut, beginning to hum to himself.
She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh at his humming, composing herself as she cleared her throat. “Do you need a sick pill?”
“Um, not right now,” he breathed, frowning. “But you know, keep it handy.”
“Sure thing, baby,” she whispered, kissing his cheek. “Shoulder’s free if you need it.”
Twenty minutes later, when they were finally in the air, not only did Dean need the sick pill but it made him incredibly drowsy, resulting in him resting his head on Y/N and drifting off. She was glad that he had, because at least he wouldn’t be feeling worse once they landed in Honolulu.
She couldn’t wait to finally get there and start her honeymoon off with her husband.
Dean and Y/N walked through the lobby of the hotel, hand in hand as they were greeted at the door with leis. She watched him carefully as he ducked his head, the woman putting it around his neck, before he stood up and pressed his lips together, trying not to smirk.
“Say it,” she whispered, after she received her lei.
“I got “laid” in public,” he joked, grinning.
She snorted a laugh, shaking her head as she looked around. She admired the interior of the lobby as Dean checked them in, taking her hand again once he had. She leaned into him as they got onto the elevator, sighing contently when he kissed the top of her head. Walking down the hall once they arrived at their floor, they found their room and slid the card into the slot, the green light and small beep allowing him to open the door.
“Oh my god,” she gasped as she stepped in, her eyes immediately landing on the view from the balcony.
Walking through the room, she caught sight of the bedroom and bathroom through the arch, making a beeline straight for the balcony. Stepping out, she held onto the railing as she took in the view of Waikiki beach and Diamond Head only a little further in the distance.
“Holy crap,” Dean muttered, standing next to her and looking out at sight in front of them.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” she whispered, leaning her head against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist, unable to take her eyes off the view.
“Me neither,” he whispered back, his arms draping around her shoulders as he pulled her close, resting his chin on her head. “But I’m glad I’m here with you, sweetheart.”
“Me too.”
They looked out over the balcony for a while, before they retreated into the room, wanting to relax for the rest of the afternoon and evening, knowing they had a big day ahead of them in the morning.
“Okay, wait! One more!”
“Y/N, come on!”
“Please?”
Y/N held the camera down and smiled at him hopefully, as Dean rolled his eyes at her. With his hands on the railing, he let out an exasperated sigh as he gave up, looking out at the view with his profile facing her. He placed his sunglasses back on, the wind blowing through his hair which glowed as the sun rays beamed down on them.
“Happy?” he asked, leaning his folded arms against the railing.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied, lifting the camera and adjusting the lens, snapping his picture. “Okay, I’m done now. I swear.”
“Thank god,” he shook his head, smirking at her as he earned himself a small slap on the arm, their hands instantly joining together.
They stood at the lookout point, the breeze against their faces as they admired the view of the beach and Honolulu from the top of Diamond Head. It was a remarkable sight that she had to take a dozen photos of as soon as they got to the peak and considering her husband was as beautiful as the view, she had to have an impromptu photoshoot of him.
Taking the few steps down from the lookout point, they took the winding path down, being more mindful of the rocks as they were descending. Dean of course hated the idea of hiking, but once she convinced him that Diamond Head wasn’t technically hiking as it was an easy climb, a path paved out and enough room for a large group, he was fine.
“So, what next?” he asked, once they got back on the bus to take them back to the hotel.
“Lunch and then beach,” she replied, simply as she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Sounds perfect,” he stated, smiling as he kissed her head.
A few hours later, they had lunch at a great beachside place before they changed into their swimwear. The hotel they were staying at was right on the beach, which meant only a short walk from their room down to the water. As they settled down in a good spot and put on their sun block, Dean took a swim first as Y/N laid back on her beach towel, soaking up the warmth and hoping for a nice tan. She sighed contently; her eyes shut behind her large sunglasses.
“Do I have to convince you to take a dip?” Dean asked, suddenly at her side, startling her.
“No,” she replied, as she relaxed. “I’ll go in soon.”
“I can take this stuff back to the room so we can go for a walk along the beach before dinner,” he offered, smiling at her. His eyes roamed her body behind his Ray-Bans, taking in her white and light orange checkered bikini.
“That’ll be nice,” she said, turning over onto her stomach, pulling her sunglasses down her nose slightly to look at him. She smiled as their eyes met, very much enjoying the way he was looking at her. “See something you like?”
“Definitely,” he whispered, as he leaned in and kissed her, passionately.
She hummed against his lips, smiling. “Maybe… I take a quick swim, and we head back to do more of what we did last night before the walk and dinner?”
“Oh, yeah. I like that plan a lot better,” he agreed, smirking.
Y/N stood up, brushing off some of the sand that was stuck to her, turning back to wave at him as she walked towards the water. He kept his eyes on her as she moved into the water, eventually floating, swimming against the waves. Once again as he watched her, he reflected on how much he loved her and how he couldn’t wait to spend the next several days in this amazing place with her.
Hawaii had definitely been a great idea from Y/N.
Y/N moaned softly, lifting her head off the pillow as she breathed heavily. She held onto it for leverage, turning her head as Dean cupped her face, pulling it back towards him to kiss her, roughly. He pounded into her from behind, his pelvis smacking against the curve of her ass, the morning sun shining through the window as their pleasured voices became a cacophony of sounds along with the waves crashing on the shore.
“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned, turning her head to look up at him. “Just like that…”
She reached back, sliding her hand into his hair, pulling him towards her and kissing him, desperate to feel as much of him against her as possible. Her walls clenched around his shaft, and he knew he was about to bring her over the edge.
“You’re close, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he whispered in her ear. “So fucking perfect around my cock, wanna feel you cum…”
“Dean, cum with me,” she whimpered, gripping his short locks tight.
He continued to thrust into her, both of them chasing their release, falling over the edge together as they reached the peak, their names on each other’s lips. She sighed, giggling as he kissed along her neck, moving down her spine slowly.
“Morning,” she whispered, biting her lip as she felt him lightly nip at the right globe of her ass.
“Mornin’, gorgeous,” he whispered back, pushing up slightly so she could turn onto her back to face him.
“I like it when you wake me up like that,” she confessed, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Well, I always aim to please,” he muttered, smirking.
“So…” she started, as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Are we staying here all day or are we doing something?”
“You tell me, sweetheart, you’re the one with an itinerary,” he replied, lifting an eyebrow.
“I am not,” she huffed, lightly smacking his arm.
He chuckled, incredulously, shaking his head. “That’s such a lie. I know you totally have something planned for today, you’re just asking me because you really don’t feel like doing it.”
“Maybe I don’t,” she agreed, shrugging. “Maybe I just want to spend all morning here with you, go out and get food when we need to, walk along the beach in the evening…”
“Sounds perfect to me,” he breathed, kissing her softly.
They spent the rest of their morning in bed, alternating between lazing as they talked and making love. As lunch came around, they were both starving, freshening up and getting ready before heading out to a great place along the main avenue, taking a table on the deck with a view of the beach. After a great meal, they walked the streets, admiring the shop fronts and enjoying the amazing weather.
Later, as the sun began to set, they walked hand in hand along the beach, the waves coming up to wash over their feet every so often. Y/N looked over at him, smiling as she looked over the maroon Hawaiian shirt he was wearing, the one she had to really assure him he looked good in before she bought it for him. He had rolled up his jeans, her powers of persuasion having failed in getting him to wear shorts other than for swimming.
“In all my years living on this planet, I never thought I’d get to see a place like this ever,” he told her, stopping on the sand to turn back and look at Diamond Head in the distance.
“Well, you are,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder as she hooked her arm around his.
“Thanks to you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“I’m glad we took today to just… be,” she sighed, content as she snuggled into him. She smiled as she closed her eyes, the crash of the waves echoing in her ears.
“Me too,” he said, softly. “Got any more days scheduled like this in between your busy itinerary?”
Shoving him playfully, she shook her head as he chuckled, kissing her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders properly, allowing hers to slip around his waist as she laid her head against his chest, breathing in the scent of cologne.
“I think I might have a few,” she joked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Pulling back slightly to look down at her, he moved forward to kiss her, passionately. “Can’t wait.”
Over the next few days, Y/N and Dean took on the role of tourists as they saw all the major landmarks of Honolulu. Having already done Diamond Head, they went to Coco Crater, Pearl Harbor and took a tour of the city. On the fourth day of their string of tourist days, much to Dean’s dismay, they were on another plane. However, this time the flight was short, with just 45 minutes to the Big Island of Hawaii. She had booked it tentatively, having gotten a deal that she could cancel it with no extra charge the night before, just in case Dean really didn’t want to go ahead with it. She made sure he was okay with the idea several times, hoping that him saying he would be fine was true. Though she knew better, and kept checking with him even up until they left, not caring if they lost some money in order for him to feel comfortable.
“Sweetheart, I swear I’m okay,” he reassured her, stepping off the last step of the stairs attached to the plane.
“Your face says otherwise,” she said, frowning, as she looked at his ghost white skin.
“I will be,” he promised, offering her a small smile.
“We shouldn’t have come,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, come on,” he turned to her, cupping her face to make her look up at him. “I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to come here, okay? We’re seeing some fucking volcanoes, of course I’m getting on a plane for that!”
She giggled at his sudden burst of enthusiasm, feeling relieved to see him smile and some of the color returning to his cheeks.
“Okay,” she said, nodding as his hands fell to her sides, taking one of hers in his.
Bringing it to his lips, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Let’s do this.”
The whole group made their way to the National Park, Dean and Y/N sticking close to each other once they arrived, as she listened to what the guide was saying, and he was distracted as they got closer to their destination. After a brief history of the still active shield volcano, they had some time to take pictures. Y/N snapped a few, shaking her head in wonder as she saw the smoke continue to rise in the distance.
“Fuck,” Dean breathed, standing next to her as he too couldn’t believe the sight. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Very,” she agreed, leaning into him. “Pretty interesting mythology behind it too.”
“What’re you talking about?” he asked, confusion morphing over his features.
“Well, the Hawaiian goddess of fire and volcanoes, Pele, gets jealous if you take her creation away. That’s why people aren’t allowed to take any lava rocks back with them. Or if they have, they send them back because they’ve all faced hardship like losing jobs, major life-threatening surgeries, deaths in the family, divorces ,” she explained, lifting an eyebrow as emphasised the last word, turning to him and leaning against the ledge.
“Where the hell did you hear that?” he asked, still perplexed by the knowledge she was sprouting.
“From the guide, while you were distracted by the smoke,” she replied, smirking knowingly as she pointed behind her at the volcano.
“Funny,” he quipped, glaring at her playfully. “So, no taking any lava rocks back with us. Got it. Not taking any chances.”
Y/N turned around to take a few more photos. As she clicked away, she smiled wide, feeling Dean’s arms slipping around her waist. She cleared her throat as she felt his lips on her neck, biting her lip as she tried to nudge him away.
“Dean, stop,” she giggled, trying to pull away from him but failing. “We’re in public.”
“Like that’s ever stopped us,” he countered, leaving soft nips down her neck.
“I don’t recall ever doing anything like this for everyone to see,” she stated, turning in his arms and looking up at him.
Taking his sunglasses off, he leaned into her, smirking. “You don’t recall us alone… in your classroom… on parents’ night?”
“I think the keyword there is “alone”,” she reminded him, lifting an eyebrow as she took off her own shades, looking up into his eyes.
“True, but anyone could’ve walked past and heard us,” he stated, cupping her face in one hand as he continued to gaze at her.
“Well, it’s certainly not happening in front of people to see , so let’s go,” she scoffed, chuckling as she nudged him to follow behind everyone else.
A few hours later, they walked into their hotel room, falling onto the bed, completely exhausted. She was glad that she had scheduled this in the first week of their trip, leaving the rest of their time to do some of the less tiring trips and to relax on the beach.
“I don’t think I can move my legs,” she joked, giggling.
“Room service or UberEats?” he asked, knowingly.
“UberEats,” she replied in confirmation.
After deciding what they wanted and ordering, they sat against the headboard of the bed, her head leaning on his chest as his fingers ran gently over her arm, repeatedly.
“At least tomorrow’s not too bad,” he stated, looking down at her. “I’ll pick up the rental while you get dressed and then we’ll be on our way to the north shore.”
“I can’t wait for fried garlic shrimp and rice from the shrimp trucks, and then shaved ice,” she suggested, her mouth salivating as she thought about the food. “It’s going to be a great day.”
“It’s gonna be fucking awesome,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss her, once, twice.
Sliding down the bed and taking her with him, she giggled as he growled into her neck, moving on top of her, hoping the food delivery wouldn’t get there too soon.
The drive to the north shore had been incredible. The greenery around the highway was hard to look away from, but every now and then Dean did turn to see Y/N looking as beautiful as she always did, the breeze in her hair coming from the open windows. It was a nice, pleasant road trip, as she snapped photos and he sang along to the songs playing from his phone through the Bluetooth in the car. He had lamented that he obviously couldn’t have Baby, the best compromise for him from the car rental being a Jeep.
After the two-hour drive, they reached their destination of a nice, secluded beach. There weren’t that many people there, which was perfect for them to have some privacy. Convincing her to take a quick swim together and that no one was around, she left their belongings on the towels and joined him. They walked through the waves, eventually letting themselves float, splashing and laughing as they enjoyed themselves. She swam over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning her forehead against his. He sighed contently as he wrapped his around her waist, bringing her closer to him, as their feet moved beneath the water, keeping them above the surface.
“I love you,” she breathed, running her nose along his. “So much.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose.
“I’m so happy I’m here with you.” She looked up into his eyes, beaming. She leaned in, kissing him, passionately as the waves swished around them.
“I’m happy I’m here with you, too,” he muttered against her lips, kissing her again.
They swam together a while longer, returning to shore and over to their spot. Drying off, Y/N fixed her swimsuit, a black one piece with a cut out just below her breasts, with straps that crossed over her chest and twisted around her neck. She wrapped the black sarong around her waist and placed her wide beach hat on her head, taking Dean’s hand in hers as they strolled along the shore. She placed her large beach bag over her shoulder, enjoying the breeze and sea mist off the ocean mixing and brushing against her face.
They walked along the sand, hands joined together as they basked in the pleasant atmosphere around them, the sound of the waves reaching their ears as they crashed, dispersing into shallow ripples around their feet. Reaching the small rock pools, they admired the small sea creatures like starfish as Y/N picked up a few shells, brushing off the sand and storing them in her bag. They continued to stroll, eventually reaching a few old shacks that weren’t in use, the sea a little calmer once they were on the opposite side of the pools. Dean stopped suddenly, his eyes gazing over her as his lips turned up into her smirk. As soon as he bit his lip, she knew he was up to something.
“What?” she asked, knowingly.
“Come on,” was his only reply, taking her hand and pulling her along behind him, as they walked up to the shacks.
“Dean, what’re-” she started but he cut her off, pushing her against the side of one, her back pressing into the wood planks.
“You look so fucking good right now,” he breathed, pushing her bag off her shoulder and placing it on the sand. Taking her hat off her head, he smiled as he saw her features clearly. “I gotta do something about that.”
She sighed as she felt his lips at her neck, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her. He took her hands and lifted them, pinning them to the planks above her head and holding them in place. With his other hand he nudged her legs apart, glad that her swimsuit had dried, pulling it aside. He moved his lips up her neck and jaw to meet hers, kissing her, fervently.
“Dean,” she gasped, gripping his hair in her hand.
His hand moved over her mound, his fingers running through her folds, her arousal building as he continued. She kissed and nipped at the sharp line of his jaw, holding him tightly as she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. She smiled mischievously, grinding against his crotch, feeling him start to get aroused himself. She moaned as she felt his fingers slide into her tight heat, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was around.
“Dean, we-we should stop,” she hesitated, shaking her head.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he challenged, looking deep into her eyes with a knowing smirk.
“Fuck,” she huffed, grinding down against his hand, need more friction.
He thrusted his fingers in and out, building up the pace as he felt her getting wet for him. He groaned as her hand moved over his cock, still confined within his shorts, growing harder as she continued to stroke her hand over him.
“Dean, please,” she whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me.”
“As you wish, sweetheart,” he muttered, his voice low and husky as he smirked.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, reaching for his shorts and untying them, pulling them down his knees as he took a hold of his cock. She held onto his shoulders as she stared into his eyes, her mouth falling open as he slid inside her, completely sheathed by her walls.
“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing her other leg and wrapping it around his waist, holding her securely.
He began to move within her, undulating hips moving against hers as he set the perfect pace, hard but not too fast, just enough to drive her wild but also wanting more. Their lips met in a sensual kiss, both clinging to each other, his cock thrusting deep within her.
“God, Dean, fuck,” she gasped, laughing slightly as she pushed her head back against the side of the shack. “Feels so good…”
Smirking, he glanced to both sides of them, making sure no one was around. “Look at you, tryna be quiet… no one’s around to hear you, sweetheart. I promise.”
“N-no, we can’t-” she stammered, nervously looking around them.
“We can,” he reassured her. As the words left this mouth, he thrusted a little harder, chuckling softly as she moaned, loudly. “Like I said, tell me to stop and I will, you know that…”
“Fuck you,” she groaned, clinging to him tighter, refusing to let go.
He hummed, letting his scruff scratch against her cheek, chuckling in her ear. “I think we already are.”
“Dean,” she breathed, shaking her head as she looked at him. “I swear to god, just keep going.”
“Sure?” he asked, smirking.
“Yes!” she yelled, frustratedly.
He snorted as he continued to move within her, groaning when she gripped the short hairs at the back of his neck harder, pressing his lips to hers in a rough kiss. Her moans mixed with his, both holding onto each other as Dean thrusted his hips against hers, his cock pressing against the edge of her cervix as he moved deep. Her walls clenched around his shaft, and he knew she was close to her release.
“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes darkened with pleasure as he looked at her.
“Yeah,” she moaned, loudly. “Wanna cum on your cock.”
“Come on, gorgeous, wanna feel it,” he smirked, urging her.
He pounded into her a few more times, his cock driving deeper as he groaned, feeling her walls contract around him. Holding her tight in arms, he cradled the back of her head in his hand, not letting her look away from him.
“Oh god, fuck!” she yelled, throwing her head back.
Like the waves crashing against the rocks, her release hit her hard, sending her over the edge as her slick covered his cock. Breathing heavily, she leaned her back against the planks, smiling at him with a wicked glint in her eye.
“You can’t cum inside me, I’m not walking around here like that,” she informed him, glancing down to see him still thrusting into her, ready to reach his peak.
“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” he asked, grinning.
She hummed, pressing her lips to his. “You know where…”
“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes shutting as he held himself back. He definitely knew. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her, the smirk never leaving his face. “Does my girl want it in her mouth?”
“Yeah, want to feel your big cock in my slutty little mouth,” she replied, lightly biting his lip. “Want to feel you cum down my throat, want to taste myself on your dick…”
“There’s my bad girl,” he muttered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Alright, sweetheart. On your knees.”
He pulled out of her, gently letting go of her legs from around his waist, their eyes still on each other as she dropped to her knees, pressing into the sand beneath her. They took a quick second to look around, smiling when they were still in the clear from someone seeing them. She bit her lip as she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping it back and forth as she looked up at him. He groaned as he watched her take him into her mouth, bobbing her head at the same pace as her hand, licking over the head as she pulled back on each stroke. He felt his cock throb, knowing he was close. The glugging sound of his cock hitting the back of her throat reached both of their ears, as she relaxed and let him in further.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb lightly caressing her cheek.
Pulling back, she moaned as she continued to stroke him with her hand. “Cum for me, Dean, want to feel it…”
Taking him into her mouth again, she sank right down to the base, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head a few times, before pulling back with a harsh gasp.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, closing his eyes as his mouth hung open. “Fuckkk…”
He let out a strangled moan as her hand pumped over his shaft, her lips parted and waiting as they hovered under the head. She smiled as ropes of his cum rolled over her tongue, closing her lips over the tip to take everything he gave her. He breathed harshly as he opened his eyes, smirking as he saw her wink, gulping as she let his spendings wash down her throat.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked.
He fixed his shorts back into place as she did with her swimsuit, before she stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him, softly, smiling as she pulled away. “I can’t believe we just had sex on a beach.”
“Me neither,” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. “But you were fucking amazing, as always. If only everyone knew you weren’t so innocent.”
She felt her cheeks heat up, pressing her face into his neck. “Well, you bring it out in me, so…”
“Glad I do,” he breathed, lifting her head off to look at her properly. “‘Cause it’s all kinds of hot when my bad girl shows up.”
“We should go,” she interjected, smiling. “I think we’ve worked up an appetite for shrimp.”
“Lead the way,” he smirked.
After stuffing themselves with fried shrimp and rice, followed by shaved ice to cool them off in the heat, they were on the road again and headed back to the hotel. They were thankful they had dried off and weren’t covered in sand, knowing things wouldn’t have gone well at the rental company once they returned the car if they had been. Once they dropped off the Jeep, they took a cab back to the hotel.
“Dinner at the hotel restaurant?” he asked, picking up the phone.
“Definitely,” she replied, smiling as she picked up a white towel, ready to head in for a shower.
Dean got the concierge after two rings, making a reservation for two at 7:30pm. He was about to hang up as he heard the shower running but smirked as an idea came to him.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask…”
Later that night, Dean had gone down to the restaurant first, as Y/N received a call from her sister with Evie and Mia wanting to speak to their aunt. She told him to go and get their table in time, and she would be there soon once she got dressed. He sat down at the table on the deck outside, facing the entrance so he could see her come in whenever she arrived. He looked down at the blue Hawaiian shirt he was wearing with a pair of dark jeans, nodding as he realized he looked better than he thought he did. He wasn’t used to wearing anything other than plaid, at the most maybe sweaters in winter, but he had to admit the shirt was comfortable.
Looking over the menu, he nodded as he considered options, catching the sight of someone walking into the restaurant in his peripheral. He glanced up, doing a double take as he saw his wife walking in towards him. She was dressed in a long, black summer dress, the split on the side exposing the smoothness of her leg. Her hair was down and swept over her shoulder, in a natural beach look, making her look like a mermaid. She had a pink frangipani flower tucked over her left ear, practically glowing as she sauntered over to him.
“You’re killing me, you know that, right?” he asked, as he stood up slightly, pecking her lips.
“I know,” she replied, giggling.
They ordered drinks and food, talking and laughing as they observed different things in the restaurant. Sipping her cocktail, she sighed contently as the breeze floated over her face, reaching across the table and taking his hand in hers. Looking around, she smiled as she saw an older couple, drinking champagne as they gazed at each other.
“What do you think their story is?” she asked, nodding slightly towards them and watching Dean glance back quickly.
“40 th anniversary, two kids, one son, one daughter,” he replied, quickly. “They came here with them, but they have a few nights on their own.”
Narrowing her eyes at him, she smiled. “How do you know that?”
“I heard them when they were walking in with the waiter, before you got here,” he confessed, smirking.
She snorted, shaking her head as she took another sip of her drink. Putting it down, their eyes met as she beamed at him. “Do you think that’ll be us at their age?”
“You mean after we get tortured by our kids?” he asked, chuckling. “Of course.”
Her laugh joined his, taking another moment to glance at the couple. The wife noticed her, smiling as she and Y/N shared a look, giving her a nod of acknowledgment. Y/N smiled before she turned away, concentrating on her husband again. Unable to pull her eyes away from him for the rest of the night, she knew without a doubt that they would be like that couple.
Years from now, still as in love as when they met, happy together.
The seven days left on their honeymoon were incredible. They spent time on the beach, basking in the sun and swimming. They took a day trip to the ranch where parts of Jurassic Park were filmed, taking a photo with the famous log. They did everything they wanted to do and filled in the rest of their time with relaxation, which had been a perfect combination. On their last day, they picked up a few things for their friends and family back home, and of course Y/N couldn’t resist doing a little shopping.
Once they returned to the hotel room, they packed. They weren’t leaving until later in the morning the next day, but they wanted to be ready to leave after a nice breakfast rather than rush. Folding a dress she had worn on the trip, she laid it in her suitcase, turning her head to see Dean walking over to her. He had that smile on his face that always told her he was up to something, and she had to wonder what he could possibly have done.
“Alright, what’re you up to?” she asked, knowingly.
“You might not wanna change yet,” he replied, looking her up and down as she was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
“Why not?” she questioned, crossing her arms across her chest as she observed him.
“Because you’re going to the spa for the next few hours,” he responded, picking up her purse and handing it to her. He held onto her shoulders, turned her around and walked her towards the door.
“Wait, what?” She turned around, frowning at him as she held onto her purse. “How did you manage that?”
He smiled, shrugging. “I may not have been able to get us a massive suite, but I can afford to make sure you get spoiled for a while.”
“You really are spoiling me,” she sighed, smiling.
“It’s my job,” he stated, simply. “Now go, or you’ll be late. Ask for Emily.”
“Thank you,” she breathed, leaning in and kissing him, passionately.
It lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to let him know that he was hers as soon as she got back. Pulling away, he blinked as he breathed heavily, smirking when she placed her bag over her shoulder and winked at him, leaving the room.
As he closed the door, his grin widened as he picked up the phone, ready to put the rest of the plan for their last night in motion.
A few hours later, Y/N walked into the room, placing the key card on the table and dropping her purse on the bed. She sighed contently, never having felt more relaxed than she did in that moment, thanks to the heavenly massage she got. She looked down at her fresh, new manicure, smiling before she glanced up, frowning.
“Dean?” she called out, walking over to the bathroom, but when he wasn’t there.
Turning back to the table, she walked over as she saw a small note laying on the surface. Picking it up, she beamed as she looked over Dean’s handwriting.
Sweetheart,
Get ready and meet me on the south side of the beach at 7:30.
She giggled as she looked down at her watch, seeing it was nearly 7. She took a quick shower and got dressed, wearing a long, red summer dress with floral pattern and thin straps that crossed over her exposed back. She slipped her feet into her flip-flops and picked up her purse and key, leaving the room. She made the short walk down to the beach, taking off her flip-flops as she walked over the sand, holding her dress up as she made her way towards her husband. Her smile grew as she spotted him, sitting on a blanket, with fruit and other food in front of him, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.
“About time you got here,” he said, watching her as he leaned back on his elbows, his legs stretched out in front of him.
Sitting down next to him, her eyes roamed over his black half-sleeve button up, that had the top two buttons open, with his jeans rolled up above his ankles. Looking into his eyes as he smirked at her, she leaned in, kissing him sensually. From the deck of the hotel restaurant, a familiar song played, serenading their picnic.
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a romantic, Dean Winchester,” she stated, chuckling.
“You bring it out in me, gorgeous,” he countered, kissing her once more.
“How’d you pull this off?” she asked, once she sat back.
“Well, I asked the hotel staff if they did anything special for couples and they were pretty generous to give us a little discount as honeymooners, even if we weren’t in one of the fancy suites,” he explained, picking up the champagne from the ice bucket. “Didn’t take much convincing, the people are insanely nice here.”
“I know, these past two weeks are proof of that,” she agreed, settling down next to him and picking up a strawberry.
She bit into it, squealing with a laugh as Dean popped the champagne. He poured some into two glasses, handing her one. He leaned in and kissed her, softly, tasting the juice from the fruit on her lips.
“Thank you for an amazing honeymoon,” she whispered, pecking his lips once more. “This is the perfect way to end it.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispered back, smirking. “Thanks for making it fucking awesome.”
They clinked their glasses together, each taking a sip as they started picking what they wanted to eat from the platter next. The waves rose on the sand, ebbing and flowing, adding to the serene atmosphere as the sun continued to set and bathed the sky in hues of pink and purple.
“I don’t feel like leaving tomorrow,” she sighed, leaning her forehead against his.
“Can I be honest?” he asked, lifting his head to look at her properly.
“Of course,” she replied, simply.
“I think as much as I’d love to stay, I’m more excited about being home with you. Something about starting to live our normal life but married now… I don’t know, it feels better,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders, unsure if he should’ve mentioned it.
Beaming, she shook her head in awe of him. She leaned over, kissing him, lovingly as she cupped his face in her hand, unable to break away from him.
“I’m excited about that, too,” she said, smiling against his lips. “I can’t wait to properly start our life together.”
They sat there on the beach for a while, enjoying the gorgeous sunset in front of them, the breeze pleasant against their faces, drinking and eating. It wasn’t long before it was night, and Y/N took Dean’s hand to lift her up, smiling at one of the hotel staff that came over to them, telling them he would take care of clearing up everything.
As they took the elevator up to their floor and reached the door to their room, Dean struggled to open it, too distracted by Y/N’s lips at his neck, kissing and nipping along the skin up to his jaw. He leaned in, kissing her, feverishly, cupping her face in his hands and pulling her closer. Breaking away after a moment, he slid the card into the slot, the door beeping as it opened, allowing them in. They dropped their shoes on the floor as she flung her purse onto the table, pushing him further into the room. She wasted no time, pressing her lips to his again as her hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. His hands slid up her back to her shoulders, pulling the straps of her dress down, letting the fabric pool around her feet. Stepping back slightly, he marvelled at the sight of her naked body, making him groan in arousal.
“Fuck, you’re just still full of surprises, sweetheart,” he muttered against her lips, pulling her close to press their lips together again.
They stumbled back, unable to see as they refused to let go of each other’s lips. He turned as they continued to move, gently pushing her back onto the bed with a soft bounce. She laughed as she looked up at him, smiling as she bit her lip. They looked at each other intently, her hand slipping down between her legs as he made work of removing his clothes. Stripping down completely, he threw his clothes aside, his eyes darkening as he watched her fingers slide between her folds, coming up to lightly circle over her clit.
“See something you like?” she asked, a seductive smile on her face.
“You know it,” he replied, winking.
Dropping to his knees, he reached out for her, hooking his arms around her thighs and pulling her towards in one quick move. She squealed with a giggle as she slid down, gasping as she felt his light scruff against her inner thigh. Holding herself up on her hands, she bit her lip as she looked down at him, a small moan leaving her as he smirked, dipping his head down between her thighs. He licked a long stripe up the length of her mound, from her entrance to the bundle of nerves, slowly circling his tongue around it.
“Fuck,” she whispered, throwing her head back.
Her fingers combed through his hair as he repeated the action, her head dropping forward to watch him as he licked at her clit in slow circles, before moving it down her folds to her tight heat. He alternated between his movements, burying his face in her like a man starved.
“Dean,” she moaned, unable to look away from him. “Always so fucking good at that, so perfect.”
Pulling away slightly, he flashed her a smirk as he kissed her thigh. “Love the way you taste, sweetheart.”
He continued his ministrations, driving her absolutely wild with pleasure. She grinded down against his face, moaning loudly as she felt herself getting closer to her release.
“Cum on my tongue, Y/N, wanna taste you,” he growled into her thigh, dropping his head back down.
With a few more licks of his skilled tongue, she was screaming his name, practically ripping his short hair out by the tight grip she had on it, her wetness covering his tongue and lips. He lapped at everything she gave him, groaning as he savored her.
“God damn it, I’m so glad I married you,” she muttered, lying back on the bed, laughing slightly as she panted.
“Oh, that’s the only reason, huh?” he jested, chuckling as he kissed up her thigh, hip and stomach before hovering above her.
“Of course,” she joked, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to hers.
Dean rolled over, bringing her with him, allowing her to straddle him. She smiled into the kiss, knowing through his actions exactly what he wanted, and she definitely desired the same thing as him. Leaning back, she brushed her hair aside as she bit her lip, looking down at him. Shifting back, she took a hold of his hard shaft, lining it up with her tight canal and sitting up slightly. She sank down on his cock, a long, gasping moan falling from her lips as he was buried right to the base within her.
“So fucking tight and perfect, gorgeous,” he muttered, holding onto her hips.
She relished in the feeling of him inside her, never tiring of the way her walls would accommodate his length and girth. She whimpered as she rested her hands on his chest, gazing into his eyes as she began to rock her hips, feeling the head of his cock press against that sweet spot that drove her crazy. She kept the pace hard but not too quick, wanting to take her time and appreciate her husband in all his glory.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her eyes squeezing shut.
He gripped her hips tightly, helping her move against him. He groaned as his jaw clenched, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him. He would never get over how amazing she felt against him, how perfectly they fit together.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathed, watching her move against him. “Fuck, love the way you ride me.”
She hummed, biting her lip as she looked back down at him. “Love feeling your cock deep inside me...”
“Y/N-” he started but stopped as she grabbed onto his shoulders, silently telling him to sit up.
He did as he was told, caressing her back as he sat up and she continued to rock against him, fully seated in his lap. He held her close, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her forehead to his.
“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you, baby?” she asked, smiling.
He lifted his head slightly to look at her, smirking as he saw that mischievous grin he loved so much, causing him to thrust up a little harder into her. She moaned loudly as she grinded against him, matching his pace.
“Fucking love it so much, sweetheart,” he growled, looking directly into her eyes. “So fucking perfect, wrapped around my cock.”
“You love how wet I am for you? How wet I get only for you?” she questioned, her smile still present on her lips. She stared at him, rocking harder, her hips snapping against his as she picked up the pace.
“You know I do, gorgeous,” he huffed, smirking. “You’re all fucking mine.”
She sighed, cupping his face as she leaned in, her lips hovering over his. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “So fucking much.”
Her walls contracted around his cock, and she could feel him deeper inside her than before, pressing against the edge of her cervix. She was close to falling over the peak, and she knew he was too, from the way his thrusts became slightly erratic.
“Oh god, fuck,” she whimpered, holding onto him tightly. “Dean, I’m-I’m so close-”
“Cum with me, Y/N,” he groaned, pulling her body close to his. “Fucking soak my cock.”
Her breasts pressed into his chest, their faces close as they wrapped their arms securely around each other. A gasping whimper left her, feeling her core tighten, the coil fraying, ready to snap at any moment.
“Oh fuck… Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dean!” she yelled, as she shut her eyes tight, a blinding white flashing across her vision.
The dam broke, her release crashing into her like the waves on the sand, right outside their window. Her slick covered his shaft, strings of arousal slowly slipping down her inner thighs as her whole body convulsed against him.
“Fuck, Y/N, I-” he cut him off, gripping her hips tighter.
Her orgasm triggered his, his neck strained as he let out a strangled moan, his cock pulsing as spurts of his cum coated her walls. He trembled against her, dropping his head onto her chest, panting heavily.
Y/N’s hands combed into Dean’s sweat soaked hair, pressing her lips to his temple and kissing him, softly. His arms wrapped around her waist, refusing to move as he came down from the pleasurable high, not willing to part from her just yet. He let out a shuddered breath, her hand lightly stroking the top of his back, letting him take in the silence a little more before she spoke.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice low to not scare him from the sudden sound.
“Yeah,” he whispered in reply, nodding against her chest. “It’s just… that was…” He didn’t know how to put it into words, far too overwhelmed by what just occurred.
“Yeah, it was,” she agreed, regardless, kissing his temple again.
After a few moments, they finally moved, cleaning up in the shower before returning to the bed. As her head laid on his chest, his arm around her and holding her close, they listened to the waves rising and receding over the beach, just outside their balcony. Her hand drew random patterns on his chest, his thumb lightly brushing over the skin of her arm as they basked in the calm night.
With the pleasant sound reaching their ears, they fell asleep, the rise and fall of their breaths mimicking the water, sending them into a peaceful slumber.
Dean looked around him, watching people coming into the vicinity and sitting in one of the many black chairs, or continuing to walk around, going into the different shops. He glanced to his side, observing Y/N as she had her face buried in her book, her red glasses on, her hair in a bun.
Seeing her completely engrossed, he continued looking around, people watching being a much better way to pass the time than anything on his phone. He smiled softly as a guy, maybe the same age as him, sat down in front of him, his daughter in his lap. The girl looked to be around two years old, blonde hair in pigtails, bright blue eyes and chubby, rosy cheeks that had a small dimple in the left as she smiled up at her father. She tried to hand him her little doll, but lost her grip on it, the ragged thing falling on the floor near Dean’s foot. He instantly picked it up, leaning over and holding it out to her.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he smiled.
“What do we say?” her father asked her, softly.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice small and sweeter than honey.
Dean chuckled. “You’re so welcome.”
The girl smiled at him, waving her little hand, causing him to wave back. A woman came and sat down with the guy, no doubt the wife and mother, kissing him and then her head. He felt his heart soar as he looked between her and the dad, his mind reeling as he thought about how soon children would be on the cards for him and Y/N.
They were soon called to board the plane, Dean and Y/N walking hand in hand through the jet bridge, separating once they got on board and she walked in front of him. Settling into their seats, they buckled in and waited. She sent a quick text to their family back in Kansas that they had boarded, before turning off her phone. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw his head rested back against the seat, legs stretched out in front of him. He looked far more relaxed to be on a plane than when they had arrived, and she was quite relieved to see it.
“You okay? Do you need anything?” she asked, just in case, reaching for her purse that held all the sleep pills and sick pills.
He looked up to see the man from earlier walk past him, his daughter tucked into him as his wife walked behind him. With a small nod at him, Dean turned to Y/N, smiling softly. As he had told her already, the honeymoon had been amazing, but he couldn’t wait to really start their lives as a married couple. He couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for them, and more than anything, he really couldn’t wait to see her with his kids.
Reaching for her hand, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them together. He brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly as he smiled at her, shaking his head.
“I got everything I need right here.”