yeahhhh so actually on that note …
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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… please don’t ask about this one. i honestly don’t know what came over me (it was dean)
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“fuck,” dean breathlessly grunts out against your lips, the curse suffocated by your mouths attacking each other.
you’re straddling his lap on his bed, hands buried and tugging on his hair and kissing him like it’s the last thing you were ever going to do. and honestly, you’d be happy dying like this.
from the moment he stepped into the bunker after back-to-back solo hunts, he had that familiar look in his eyes— the look that silently screamed he needed you.
but tonight was… different.
you weren’t entirely sure how you both had somehow made it into dean’s room— or even on his bed, but you couldn’t give it another thought.
and sure, you guys always went at it like a couple of horny, pent-up teenagers— but this? was borderline primal.
because you and dean were grinding, tugging, pulling, grasping at each other to close nonexistent space that had been closed ages ago, the pleasure from the mere friction of fabric rubbing against both of you being almost too much to bear.
you’re completely out of breath, short pants leaving your swollen lips right onto dean’s own, and you’re still kissing each other like no tomorrow, pushing your hips down into his while dean’s buck up into yours, the heat thrumming through your bodies as you move as one.
both yours and his actions are desperate, erratic, and getting increasingly sloppier— but neither one of you seemed to care.
there was something so significant about you and dean still being fully clothed, not even having real sex— and though you had every reason to rip off all the fabric between the two of you, neither one of you actually made the effort to.
which made everything somehow even more intimate than if you were both naked.
you sigh against dean’s mouth as his hands trail down from your back to the curve of your ass— and let out a groan when he grips the skin through the denim and tugs hard, letting you feel exactly what you’re doing to him.
it would be a crime to not give dean what he wants— because at the moment, you wanted it, too.
so you quicken your pace and the intensity of the movements of your hips on top of him, denim on denim scraping together harder between both of you, grinding against the bulge on dean’s jeans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you bite down on his bottom lip.
breaking through the sound of rubbing fabric and heavy breathing, you hear it.
you almost missed it, but there was no denying the desperate sound that had left dean’s mouth as he sloppily bucked up into you, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy with his lips parted against yours and face scrunched in pleasure.
your dean. the six-foot, larger than life tough-guy hunter that kicked ass and took names had just whimpered under you.
dean hesitates his movements, a little embarrassed— yet his lips refuse to leave yours entirely.
no, that sound leaving dean only spurred you on more— you immediately increase your pace, grinding your hips against his even faster, humping on him so erratically that his bed frame starts to literally shudder— and so does dean.
oh, he’s a mess. soft and breathy whimpers are shamelessly being pulled from dean now, coming out muffled against your mouth, getting increasingly louder and louder as his hands still grip and tug at the back of your ass, containing the movements of your hips rocking on his hard bulge— but just barley. his body is trembling under yours.
dean cums hard right then and there, spilling into his jeans without any warning— you can tell he didn’t expect it, either. it’s because of the way a surprised gasp, then a half-whimper and half-grunt falls from his lips onto yours, the overwhelming sensations suddenly becoming completely unbearable for him.
you can feel the dampness already soaking through the fabric of his jeans onto yours when his hips stutter, his grip on you becoming almost painful, groaning and gasping out your name like a prayer while riding out his high.
and for one fleeting moment, dean thought it really was heaven.
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SORRY @figthoughts + anon haha i kinda hijacked your post… but i just couldn’t get this scenario out of my head for days omg i was a bitch in heat fr. anyways YES bring back dry humping (with dean winchester)!
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