To be totally and completely honest, this story is just a side story that plagued my mind and I wrote it simply to keep my creative work going. I do not have a certain direction I am going with it. It's pretty much just shameless drama and smut; The two things I write best. I hope you all enjoy whatever I throw in here haha!

As always, I own nothing here except my OC!

I've heard about the friend zone all the time from guys I know. His best female friend is the love of his life and she refuses to acknowledge it. But what men don't seem to realize is that it happens with females too! I have been stuck in the friend zone for ten years. Don't get me wrong. I didn't keep pining after him and refusing others. No, I dated off and on, but the thing was... it was never him. The guy could be just as handsome but a terrible person or really boring. The guy could be interesting but there would be no chemistry on either end. I had crushes but nothing compared to the feelings he gave me; the butterflies in my stomach and the ache when he went home with his girlfriend, leaving me alone. Finally I began hooking up with a friend, becoming best friends with benefits basically, and he was the closest I was coming to being in a relationship. Seth disapproved but a woman does what a woman has to do in my opinion. The worst part of it? I was now living with Seth and he still had no idea about my feelings.

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The headboard pounding on the wall was killing me. Every time Leighla was over, it was nonstop flirting, making out, and fucking. Luckily I had not seen the fucking part, but even just seeing them kiss tore me apart. Even worse, I was sure she knew I at least kind of liked him because she smirked before she would hug or kiss him. She would flaunt him by asking if I liked his hair up or down more, or if he should wear those damn tight ass jeans that showcased his beautiful body.

"Seth! Mmm, oh!"

With an annoyed growl, I flipped over and pulled the pillow over my head, trying to block the sounds out. It was only ten at night and they were going like rabbits. A chill of arousal and greed-eyed envy shocked through my body as Seth moaned. He was always pretty loud for a guy, even in high school and college when he would crash at my parent's house.

"Yes Seth! Right there baby! Oooh yeah!"

"Oh Leighla."

I wanted nothing more than to slam my fist repeatedly into the wall but withheld from my actions, instead picking up my cell. As I scrolled though my contacts, I tried to ignore them in the next room. Finally I found Dean's name. Pushing call, I sat up and placed the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Hey bitch, what's up?" Dean asked as he answered.

"Please come fuck me or something," I nearly whined.

He chuckled and I heard him moving around before he spoke.

"Seth and Leighla?" he asked.

I heaved a sigh, not needing to answer him. He knew my predicament all too well seeing as he, Seth, Roman, and I had been friends since high school. Seth seemed to be the only one who hadn't noticed apparently.

"I'll be there in a few babe, wear that purple outfit I like so much," he said, voice slightly lower and husky.

I bit my lip and grinned slightly.

"Sure thing baby," I murmured teasingly before I hung up.

Jumping out of bed, I ran to my dresser. Dean was only ten minutes away so I had to move fast. I ran a brush through my hair as I yanked off my pajama shorts and top, pulling on the royal purple teddy with no panties. I debated putting on make up but shrugged it off. Dean has known me for ten years, and it's not like he didn't know I had a bit of acne and freckles. He did always say it was cute. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly and freshened up with deodorant and perfume before racing back to the room. The front door shut quietly as I slipped onto my bed in my usual position. As he walked in, a smirk crossed my lips at his attire. He was shirtless with his leather jacket and tight jeans, giving me a tantalizing view. He smirked and slammed my bedroom door loudly, causing a pause in the next room.

"Just me!" Dean yelled tauntingly to the quiet room.

I snickered and crawled to the edge of the bed.

"I take it you want to give a good show?" he asked quietly as he moved forward.

I nodded and lifted, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him into a kiss.

"Yeah, and you know I don't like faking, so I figured why not call the guy who makes me cum harder than anyone ever has?" I murmured teasingly as our lips brushed.

He laughed gruffly as he claimed my lips. His mouth easily dominated mine, infiltrating my taste buds with smoke, beer, and mint gum; a flavor unique to only Dean. A small whimpering moan passed my lips as he pulled away. I loved his mouth so much. He winked as he pulled his jacket off.

"Don't worry babe, you know I'll be doing much better with my tongue soon," he said.

A giggle worked out as he kissed along my neck.

"Dean, ticklish," I complained.

"I know."

My breath caught as he bit just below my ear, suckling just hard enough on my tender flesh to cause a little pain and so much pleasure. Desire to touch him overtook everything I was feeling, so I did just that, running my nails down his toned chest. I took a moment to trace each nipple and make him groan.

"I thought this was for you babe," he whispered before licking the outer shell of my ear.

I giggled and shied away from his tongue.

"Yeah, but you know I find no fun in it if I can't please you too," I said with a small pout.

His lips quirked into a grin as he yanked me into another kiss. Fuck, he could make me forget everything with his kiss. I barely noticed as he leaned me onto my back, following with his body. My hands ran over his taunt back, pulling him closer with my nails. His moan was heady and thick, making my brain fuzzy. Raw pleasure coiled in my body as his thigh pressed hard against my bare crotch, his jeans providing a strange, thrilling sensation. As his hips rocked, I gasped and clung to him. His dark chuckle shook me.

"Let's make him wish he was in here fucking you," he whispered.

As sudden as he had spoke, he was gone from my grasp.

I pouted and whined, "Dean!"

His eyebrow cocked with cockiness as he pushed my legs apart.

"I'm a starving man Sam, you wouldn't deny me, would you?" he rasped.

Holy fuck if that wasn't a panty soaking line, well, if I was wearing panties. With a soft blush, I nodded for him to continue. His lips connected just below my knee. Gently his lips moved from leg to leg, back and forth as he worked his way up my thighs.

"Always so soft," he whispered, "You have the most beautiful skin Samantha."

I wanted to reply but he cut my ability to speak as he licked up my slit. He groaned and made a show of licking his lips, turning face beat red.

"So fucking delicious Sam!" he exclaimed loudly.

Biting my lip to keep from moaning and laughing, he returned to his work as we heard a choked gasp from the next room. Seth and Leighla's voices were low but it was obvious they were talking. My attention was caught as Dean licked my clit roughly. I whimpered and fell completely onto my back, reveling in the touch of his warm, wet tongue creating delectable designs below. Chest rising and falling fast, I allowed myself to make noise, no longer able to focus on muting them. He growled as my moans got louder. He said he loved the noises I made. Apparently they were quite the aphrodisiac.

"Ah! D-Dean!" I cried.

His teeth found purchase in my nub again as he tortured the flesh with his deft tongue. My fingers tore at the sheets. I wanted nothing more than to cum, but we had our own little game. It was getting rather hard to hold back the waves as his finger slid into my wet entrance. He let go of my clit with a popping noise and our eyes met, catching my body on fire.

"Cum Sam, let me taste you baby," he finally ordered.

With that, he pulled out his finger and worked his tongue in my hole, his thumb pressing hard on my clit.

"Oh thank you; fuck Dean!" I hissed.

Back arching in anticipation, I couldn't control the roll of my hips as he tortured me sweetly. It was so close I could taste it. My moans grew into broken words and cries. Suddenly he pinched my aching bundle of nerves and the dam broke.

"Oh my fucking God Dean! Yes baby! Oh, oh, shit!"

He groaned and his tongue worked deeper, pulling a shrill chant of his name as he sent me on a higher level. He gently pulled back and I was left panting and near tears.

"You taste so fucking good Samantha, taste yourself baby."

I couldn't even open my eyes from exhaustion as he slid his fingers into my awaiting mouth. He moaned softly as I sucked on his digits, enjoying my own taste as always. The bed rocked and I heard fabric meeting the floor at the same time as the familiar noise of a foil opening.

"Hands and knees," he simply ordered.

Flipping over, I raised my ass in the air, teasingly swaying my hips. A smack sounded loudly and I whined, arching into the stinging pain.

"God I love the little pain slut side of you," he growled.

His hands found my hips and without warning, he slammed in. Burning bliss made me cry out. My fingers pathetically tried to grab anything as he fucked me hard, his cock filling every inch of my aching depths. He groaned and bit out my name.

"Fuck yeah baby! Mmm, love this tight pussy," he moaned, "You my little bitch?"

His hand tangled in my hair and yanked me up, demanding a reply.

"God damn it Dean, yes! I'm your bitch!" I sobbed as shudders wracked my body.

Dean knew how to dirty talk with the best and I loved it. So much so that I could usually cum with just his direction. He moaned and his free hand smacked my ass again, making me yelp.

"Perfect fucking ass, perfect fucking- ah!- pussy," he snapped.

My climax was coming fast and I couldn't help but push back into his thrusts. His evil cackle reverberated across the room.

"That's right, fuck your pussy on my dick baby, cum all over me, that a girl."

That was all it took and I was crying his praises. Wave after wave washed over me and left me breathless as he took no mercy in his thrusts.

"Fuck, once more baby, one more time," he growled.

"I- I can't," I whimpered, shaking my head.

I buried my face in my pillow, hoping he wouldn't expect me to actually cum again, but he leaned forward and his arm slipped under me.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

His fingers eagerly worked my clit until I was rocketed to the end again. His teeth sunk into my shoulder blade as he moaned.

"Fuck Sam baby!" he grunted.

With my clit thoroughly abused, he dropped his hand to my hip, slamming harshly as his cock throbbed through the latex, his moans and breaths fast and shallow. I was almost at the point of begging him to stop when he slowed. Gently he pulled away and fell on the bed next to me. Not bothering with delicacy, I flopped onto my belly with a delirious giggle.

"Don't wait so fucking long to call for this next time," he grumbled.

I opened one eye and raised my brow in confusion. He pulled his condom off and tied it, throwing it into the trash with a chuckle.

"You were wound tighter than a nun babe," he explained, "There's nothing wrong with calling me like you did tonight, fuck knows it's not a chore for me."

I blushed slightly but grinned and kissed his cheek.

"You're the best Dean," I sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, you just say that because I can make you scream my name," he teased.

He rolled me onto my side and curled up against me, pulling the covers over us. I sighed and snuggled onto his strong embrace, laying my hand on his.

"Thank you," I managed to mumble before sleep pulled me under.