You in Dean’s lap
You're just sooo scatterbrained and anxious. Dean helps you stay grounded and happy by placing you in his lap and giving you an orgasm. words: less than 1k tags: lap sitting, fingering, babygirl, finger sucking
Edit: A quickie smut? I was just so horny this afternoon. 😫 Sitting in Dean’s lap would fix me.
Dean frowned slightly as he cleaned the hunting gear scattered across the table in front of him. You walked into the room, your eyes lingering on his hands as they moved with practiced ease, packing everything back into the duffel.
The moment he noticed you standing in the doorway, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He was already dressed to go — boots on, leather jacket zipped up, ready to get moving.
“You ready for the road?” he asked, zipping up the bag stuffed with supplies — wooden stakes soaked in holy water, ancient crucifixes, holy books, crystal amulets, and, of course, guns.
The entire week had been nonstop. Research and prep work ate up most of your time, and with your studies on top of that, the two of you had to be smart about every free moment you got, making each one count. It definitely wasn’t doing your anxiety any favors.
You sat down beside him and told him about the bad feeling gnawing at you, the dread that had been hanging over you all day. Dean’s expression shifted instantly, determination softening into concern. He took your hand in his, his other hand brushing gently against your cheek.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I’m here, alright? Whatever you need me to do, just say the word and it’s done.”
You shifted closer and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face against his shoulder. Dean pulled you tightly into his embrace, and you felt the warmth of his breath near your ear. The familiar scent of him — leather jacket, gunpowder, and something uniquely Dean — along with his slow, steady breathing, gradually calmed you down.
Slowly, between his moans and caresses on your head, you felt that familiar heat rising between your legs, an aching that craved his touch. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your breast. Without a word, Dean grabbed you and sat you in his lap, your back to him. You started grinding silently against his rough denim jeans.
"Dean..." you moaned. Dean cupped both hands around your breasts, greedily exploring their curves as you gasped and trembled beneath his touch. He slid the straps of your dress down, revealing your breasts, a shade paler than the rest of your body. His hands then settled on your hips, and he started moving you back and forth in his lap. All the while, he was kissing your neck from behind.
"Don't worry, I know what you need. And I'll always be here to give it to you." He gently bit your neck as he spoke those words. His touches became more passionate and intense, his grip sure and firm. He lifted your dress, caressing you along your thighs. Then he slowly slid one hand into your panties, already soaked and dripping. He whispered softly in your ear,
"I'll take care of you so well, baby girl."
With the fingers of his other hand, he traced your chin, holding you gently but firmly. Then his fingers sought the hollow of your lips and you willingly licked them, sucking them eagerly, as a little saliva dripped down your chin. The fingers of his left hand in your mouth, and the fingers of his right hand in your cunt, created a gentle rhythm of alternating touches, going in deeper and then shallower. You sobbed with pleasure.
Atta girl,” he murmured, voice rough against your ear. “So damn wet… so warm.”
You could feel him hardening behind you, thick and tense, his hips slowly rolling forward like he was fighting every instinct not to bury himself inside you right then and there. But he still didn’t reach for his belt or unzip his jeans — completely focused on you instead.
"I can't fucking wait to fill you up."
His breath was hot against your neck, holding you tight, as you sucked on his fingers, muffled moans filling the room. You begged him to slide inside you now, not knowing how much longer you could last. But Dean kept touching you with slow, deliberate strokes, three of his fingers buried deep inside you while your arousal soaked his hand.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured. “When we get back, I’ll fill you up properly. Right now, I just wanna watch you. Watch you fall apart for me.”
He continued his relentless strokes, a little deeper this time, with part of his hand gliding over your clit. Your body began to tremble, you moaned softly, and Dean now removed his left hand from your mouth and pulled you even closer. As if he wanted to absorb you into himself. The fingers of his other hand continued to fuck you, until you felt the approaching wave of pleasure, "Dean," you screamed, lost in the tide of his touch, and as your orgasm washed over your entire body, erasing every thought under that feeling of bliss, you finally relaxed again in his lap. Dean hugged you from behind, and kissed your neck. "Thank you so much baby girl."
