#plsbenice

dean was so hard it was painful. and every time you shifted on his lap, it just added to the torture. his hands made their way up your back, fumbling with the zipper of your white dress. once he got it, he pulled the fabric up and over your head revealing the little white set you had on. "fuck." he marveled at the sight. "like a dove." he mumbled, breath catching. your fingers played with his belt, gasping as he pulled her up into a kiss. it was rough and hungry, like he couldn't wait. "dean," you whined into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when he pulled away. his eyes darkened at the action, but he forced himself to regain his composure as you were melting in his arms. he chuckled breathlessly. "oh, you're getting needy, aren't you?" without a beat, he undid his belt and pulled down his jeans leaving him straining against his briefs. you tugged down your underwear, throwing them somewhere with his clothes. and when you finally sank down onto his cock, it was overwhelming. you wanted to remember this feeling, getting stretched to your limits all because of dean. your thighs trembled against his. dean observed you with a lazy smile, before patting your bare hip. "come on, you can do it." he grinned. "it's not that hard, baby. just gotta lift yourself." on shaky hands, you managed to lift yourself a few times before collapsing into his firm chest. you were practically shaking with need. it was hard to even think straight with her body falling apart for him. but it was sweet that you were so reliant on him. made him even harder too. "that's alright." dean snickered, pressing a quick kiss into your hair. "you need me to do everything, right?" he wrapped an arm around your waist, the other gripping onto your hip. easily, he lifted you up and down with strong thrusts. the change of speed and intensity had you on the brink of tears. your hands scrambled to hold onto something, and they landed on his broad shoulders. "mph, yea." you nodded, focusing on the feeling he was giving you. it definitely felt like they were both going to hell. dean's eyebrows furrowed in tight concentration, and even though he wanted to last longer, he wasn't going to now that he had felt you. it was nothing compared to his imagination. you tensed. "dean, m' gonna come." you whimpered into the side of his neck. he only increased his pace at that, reaching between you two to rub at your clit. you let out a little squeak, and then you were coming. it was white, and hot, and it didn't feel like a sin. dean grasped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, and he followed right after you with a grunt. he spilled into you, pushing his cum back in with little thrusts. "sososo good baby," he murmured against your skin, pulling you in close as he could. he positioned you two so that you were laying on the bed, with him spooning you. dean peppered kissed against your skin, despite your tired giggles. you sighed, relaxing into his embrace. "that felt... holy."