ヤバイ。

He suddenly held up a lacey pair of your panties between two fingers with a grin.

“Oh yeah” He said casually, nodding approvingly “These are definitely one of my favorites”

You looked over your shoulder.

“Dean” You laughed, shaking your head.

“What?” He asked innocently “I’m just being appreciative”

You rolled your eyes playfully and tossed a shirt at him “Fold the laundry”

“I am folding the laundry” He defended himself.

Another pair appeared in his hands a minute later.

“Ooh, and these ones?” He added “Strong contender too”

You snorted, shaking your head as you turned back to your bedside counter “You are unbelievable”

Eventually, after a lot more teasing than actual productivity, Dean finally finished folding the laundry and wandered over to where you stood organizing your bedside table.

“What’s all this?” He asked, snooping through your things.

“Just stuff that I need to put away”

Dean picked up one of your makeup products, inspecting it with squinted eyes.

“You don’t even need this stuff, y’know” He said "I like the way you look when we wake up. Messy hair and all"

You chuckled softly at that and leaned over to kiss him quickly “That’s sweet”

“I mean it” He said, setting it back down “You’re pretty without all this”

You smiled a little at that before continuing to organize things.

His eyes wandered over the counter until they landed on a small army of colorful tubes.

“Why do you have so many of these?” He asked, picking up one of them “There’s like a hundred of them”

“Those are my lip balms”

Dean counted dramatically “One, two, three— Sweetheart, this is a problem”

“I like them” You laughed, shrugging a little “They keep my lips soft”

Dean paused, then slowly looked at your mouth.

“…Oh” He smirked “So that’s your secret for soft lips, huh?” He leaned in, pecking your lips “That’s why you’re so hard to stop kissing?" He murmured, leaning in to steal a few more lingering kisses.

You laughed softly against his lips “It is”

“Huh” He murmured thoughtfully, pressing another kiss on your mouth "Yeah. Works. I'm a fan"

You shook your head, smiling.

Then Dean picked one of the lip balms up again, squinting at the label.

“'Wild Cherry'?” He read the label “They’re flavored?"

You nod “Yeah, most of them are”

“Huh” He hummed "And here I thought you were supposed to wear 'em, not eat 'em” He teases “You got a secret snack habit I should know about?"

"It’s for the scent, you dork" You snort, poking his chest.

“The scent, huh?”

Immediately, a playful grin spread across his face.

He scooped up a handful of the tubes and held them out to you "Try 'em on"

You snorted “What, now? Why?”

"You try 'em on…" He said, his voice dropping to a low, playful tone "I’ll close my eyes, and I have to guess the flavor. It’s a very important scientific experiment"

Dean shut his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting patiently like he was taking the challenge very seriously.

“Ready” He announced.

Laughing, you picked one and applied it. Then you stepped closer and kissed him softly.

Dean kissed you back deeply, his hands finding your waist. Hhummed against your lips thoughtfully, like he was genuinely analyzing the flavor.

"Hmm, I don't know" He whispered, his eyes still firmly shut "That’s tricky. I’m gonna need another taste. Just to be sure"

You chuckled “Dean”

“What? I’m concentrating” He said innocently “I need to be sure, y’know, for the accuracy of the investigation. So c’mere”

He pulled you back in for a much longer, slower kiss.

Each time you switched to a different flavor, he’d give the same performance; furrowing eyebrows, pretending to be confused, and insisting he needed "one more sample" just to be absolutely certain.

"You know exactly what the flavors are" You chuckle.

His lips lift in a small smirk.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you "I’m a very thorough investigator. I think I need to go through the whole collection. At least twice. Just to be sure"

You laughed. The sound making him smile before leaning in and kissing you again.

dumb idea lol i got it while shopping for lip balms because my lips are in fact very dry 🥲 anyway

you cup the back of his head with both hands, your smaller arms wrapping around him like you can hold all of him together. his forehead presses to your sternum, nose buried deep in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. every shaky exhale ghosts hot across your collarbone.

“that’s it,” you whisper, sinking down another inch. he stretches you perfectly, thick and hard and already twitching inside you. “i’ve got you, d.”

a low, broken sound vibrates against your chest. not quite a moan. something smaller. needier. his arms circle your waist, hands splaying wide across your back like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

you roll your hips slow, grinding instead of bouncing. your breasts press soft and warm under his chin, skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. he nuzzles closer, lips brushing the swell of one breast, then hiding again in the crook of your neck like he can’t decide whether he wants to taste you or disappear completely.

“been so long,” he mumbles against your skin. his voice cracks halfway through. “didn’t realize how bad i… fuck.”

you tighten your arms around his head, fingers threading through short hair, cradling him like something precious. you rock a little harder and he groans, the sound muffled against you. his hips lift to meet yours, desperate and uncoordinated, like his body is chasing contact more than release.

“i know,” you breathe. the words feel too honest, too raw. “i’ve got you. just feel me.”

you keep one hand on the back of his head, the other sliding down to grip his shoulder. every time you sink down fully, taking him to the hilt, his breath stutters.

he’s shaking. actually shaking. you can feel the fine tremors in his thighs, in the arms wrapped around you. his mouth opens against your shoulder, teeth grazing lightly, then soothing with his tongue. needing to taste, to feel, to consume the warmth he’s been starving for.

you tilt your head, pressing your cheek to his hair. “you’re safe here. with me. let it out, baby.”

a whimper escapes him then. real and quiet and so unlike dean it makes your heart clench. you ride him a little faster, still deep, still close. the wet sound of your bodies meeting is soft. sweat slick between your chests. his nose stays buried in your shoulder like it’s the only place he wants to be.

you squeeze around him on purpose and his whole body jerks.

“shit—sweetheart—” his voice is wrecked. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

“i won’t,” you promise, lips against his temple.

dean touches people like he’s waiting for them to break at the contact. but right now, he’s letting you hold him, letting you surround him, letting you fuck him slow while he hides his face in your body. your arms start to burn from holding his head so close, but you don’t loosen them. not even a little.

he comes first, hips stuttering up into you with a muffled groan that vibrates straight into your chest. you follow right after, clenching around him, forehead pressed to his hair as the pleasure rolls through you warm and heavy.

afterward, you don’t move. you stay wrapped around him, his softening cock still inside you, his face still tucked into your neck and shoulder. his breathing slowly evens out, but his arms stay locked around your waist.

you stroke his hair, gentle and slow. “you can have this whenever you need it,” you whisper. too honest. a little clumsy.

dean doesn’t answer with words. he just presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, then hides his face again like he’s not ready for you to see whatever expression he’s making.

the ache in your arms matches the faint, sweet ache between your legs. you hold him tighter anyway, and for a little while longer, dean winchester lets himself be held like he matters more than anything else.