Warnings: smut. it’s all just sex basically. nsfw.
Summary: Sex with Dean Winchester. Need I say anything else?
‘and finally she slept, knowing that nothing could hurt her anymore.’ Closing the last page of your book you sunk beneath your sheets and settled in. You needed to sleep too. Nustled up next to you, you could feel Dean’s steady breathing. His eyes were heavy and he too was almost asleep. He instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. This was peaceful. But there was one problem. The last chapter of your book had entailed a rather heated sex scene and your netherlands were tingling. But you wouldn’t wake Dean. He was far too adorable when he slept. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was completely unconscious. His eyelashes lay softly against the top of his cheeks, his lips a touch pouted. Beautiful. Just looking at him did things to you no other man could. The guy didn’t even have to touch you and you were instant putty. You slowly readjusted your position, although not moving his grip. It was far too important. Silently you slid a hand down the front of you underwear. You weren’t as 'lubricated’ as Dean made you but you made do. Slowly you starting circling your clit. You felt your body tingle all over. Reflex took over and you back arched, pushing your ass up against Dean’s crotch. Before you could pull yourself away, as to not wake him, you noticed someone was just as excited as you were. He wasn’t all the way there but he was semi-hard and you could feel it pushing up against you.
Your breath hitched at the feeling. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held you tight. Finally he spoke, stealing the silence from the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You could almost feel the smirk on his sleepy face. “Without me babe? C’mon that’s no fair.” “You were asleep.” “I’m not now.”