Prove it
Hey ya’ll I low-key started this a year ago so I apologize if certain parts are choppy.
It was a Friday evening and you were walking around the house that you shared with Sam and Dean. You were wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and your shorts that were so short could pass for underwear. Sam was out that night so it was just you and Dean home alone. You were curious as to what he was up to so you went to check on him
As you walk into Deans room unexpectedly, he quickly closes his laptop with a slight jump and he looks flustered.
“Were you never taught how to knock?!” He asks surprised at your sudden appearance and at your lack of clothing.
“Woah sorry if I interrupted something I was just checking on you because you’ve been quiet,” You said with a smirk. He tried to smoothly push his laptop under his pillow but you noticed it and he knew that. Dean looked up at you with one of his signature smirks, but you could still see the blush in his face.
“No uh—you just startled me that’s all,” he smiled slightly.
“What are you up to anyways?”
“N-nothing I was just uh…Researching a case.”
“Sure you were,” you inquired teasingly with a slight smirk.
“What do you think I was doing?” He asked slightly offended but embarrassed at the same time.
“Nothing, nothing it’s just you were quick to close your laptop as soon as I came in and-“
“I wasn’t doing anything bad!”
“I didn’t say you were”
“G-good because I wasn’t,” he stuttered.
“Are you lying to me,” you were interrogating him now. Not because you cared if he was watching that sort of stuff but for the sheer hell of it. You loved watching him get all nervous and flustered. It went against his normal ‘strong guy who gives everyone hell’ persona. You saw through him.
“N-no I swear.”
“Dean.” You raised your eyebrows and stepped closer to the bed he was sitting on. He sat up ready for your next words. You stepped even closer, and before you could reach the him, he swung his legs over the bed, facing you. You stood with your legs pressed up against his closed knees.
“I-it’s embarrassing..” he looked up at you with his model green eyes, and his lips parted. His face was flushed and there was no hiding how flustered he was now
You looked down at him with a smirk on your face, thinking about what to say to him next. You brought your hand and raised it to his face. You carefully grabbed his cheek and caressed it softly.
“You don’t have to say it honey I know what you are hinting at,” You began to tease him with a soft smile on your face. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about for the record I don’t judge.”
“Really?” He asked surprised. You and him were close but never talked about this sort of thing. Truth is, he had been sweet on you for quite some time now and barging into his room with nothing but a T-shirt on and an authoritative tone didn’t make it any better.
“Pinky swear,” you held out your pinky at him and smiled. He reluctantly went to meet your pinky half way and intertwine them together. When they met, you felt the room suddenly get hotter and it seemed that he felt the same way, judging on his face
He was looking up at you with his mouth slightly agape, and his eyes sparkled as you kept your fingers interlocked. His blush was still there, and his face could not hide his fascination with you and you took note of that.
You slowly pushed his legs apart with your leg and stepped in between his legs. His heart began to beat rapidly as he looked up at the ceiling, suddenly finding it interesting. He was so nervous you could hear every breath he took and you looked down at his lap, not surprised to see the growing bulge in his pants. You could clearly see his print and you would be lying if you said it didn’t cause you to grow wet.
You grabbed his chin and directed his face to you so you could look him in the eye. He struggled to make eye contact.
“Dean look at me,” you instructed. He reluctantly complied, awkwardly smiling. “Hey there.”
“H-hi.”
“Is someone nervous?” You asked teasingly.
He did not respond. He was thinking of some sly reply in his head and kept opening and closing his lips as if he was going to say something but he couldn’t. Instead of using his words, he nodded timidly.
“That’s what I thought,” you said before leaning down closer to him. You hesitated for a second before climbing onto his lap. You studied his face for any objection before you asked him forwardly:
“Is this okay Dean?”
Your faces were inches apart now and you could see him continuously glancing at your lips. He looked at you adoringly and responded:
“Of course it’s okay.”
Instead of giving him what he wanted straight away, you lingered there for a moment to see what he would do. His face was hot and he could not take it anymore.
“Just kiss me already!” He whined.
You smirked a devilish smirk and chuckled slyly. You leaned in closer to him and glanced down at his pink plump lips. They looked delicious. Finally you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and passionate and you were reveling in the way he tasted, it was just as you imagined; whiskey and apple pie.
Soon, you began to kiss him more passionately, opening his mouth and exploring with your tongue. Instead of fighting for dominance, he enjoyed the way you had your way with him, maybe a little bit too much. You slightly bit his lip and he let out a soft moan.
You pull back and smirk at him before asking, “Did you enjoy that?” Dean’s face flushes with embarrassment as he recalls the noise he just made from your bite on his lip. He is quite too timid to give you an actual response, and mumbles something under his breath instead.
“Can you speak up please,” you ask him. He huffs and repeats what he said under his breath.
“Yes I liked the way bit my lip,” he says with a sassy tone.
“Was that a hint of annoyance I picked up in your tone? Hm?” You questioned him to rile him up while simultaneously running your hands through his hair. He pursed his lips together before responding:
“No ma’am.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” You smiled at him and continued to attack him with kisses. You focused on his jaw and then the middle of his neck, trying to find his sweet spot. He was enjoying this just as much as you were given the soft moans he continued to let out.
While you were attacking his neck you suddenly struck gold; you had found his sweet spot. Dean let out the most high pitched, pornographic moan you had heard from him yet, which made you peel back for a second to look at him. He immediately resorted to covering his mouth out of embarrassment.
“Why are you covering your mouth baby?” You asked with a smirk as if you knew exactly why he covered his mouth.
Dean looked to his right side, avoiding eye-contact with you, and let out a frustrated sigh.
“I-I-I didn’t mean to sound like that, m’ just not used to just sitting like this—doing none of the work.” He confessed to you embarrassingly.
You smiled at him with delight recalling the noise he had made. The moan was unlike anything you had heard before in a guy, it was marvelous and inviting. You relished in the thought before speaking your mind.
“Dean that was the hottest thing that you have ever done thus far, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that it happens again.”
You stared into his eyes as you shared this with him. His face flushed as you told him this and he grew shy thinking about the moan he had let out. He wondered how a woman could be turned on by such a pathetic, high pitched squeal. The idea was so new to him.
He looked up at you and smiled timidly. “Y-You sure it wasn’t a turn off to you?” His eyes sparked as he questioned you.
“I’ll prove it to you honey.”