Apologies (Dean Winchester x Reader)

You stared at Dean, your eyes intently following the fork he brought to his mouth, watching as his tongue snaked out afterwards to lick those sinful lips while a satisfied moan escaped him at the taste of the pie you'd baked only for him.

He let his eyes close for a second, taking his time to thoroughly enjoy the bite he'd taken, before he opened them and pinned you in place with a pointed look. Your heart picked up its rate, as your body broke in goosebumps and your teeth sunk in your lower lip.

A faint ghost of a smirk appeared on Dean's face, letting you know that he knew very well how to push your buttons even without laying a single finger onto you, and somehow that made you want him even more than you already did.

"You sure you don't wanna join me on the bed, Dean?" You flashed him one of your most seductive smiles, trailing the fingers of one hand slowly up your bare thigh, "Pretty sure, sweetheart" He added a collected nod to his words, just to let you know that this time you'd have to work a little harder.

The room fell back into an almost complete silence; the only sounds reaching your ears where the fork whenever it touched the plate, Dean's hums of contentment, and your sipping on the ice tea. Your eyes stayed on him, shamelessly staring as your mind tried to focus on finding a solution.

However, that was a rather hard mission to accomplish given how good his little moans and hums sounded, but then again, you should've probably blamed his mouth in general, and those lips in particular; the way they wrapped themselves around the metal and pulled, that had to be the cause.

Or maybe it was because the grip he had on that fork, reminded you of how he'd grip your thighs and spread you open for him; or the fact that he was still completely clothed while you were sitting there in your underwear; on the other hand, those green eyes of his were just as responsible.

Whenever they fell on your body, you would feel blood rushing up to your cheeks, your breathing would quicken and your insides turn upside down while you subtly tried to clench your thighs together for some kind of friction, giving away how much you needed him.

And then he would start all over again: dip, wrap, drag, moan, stare and smirk; and that smirk told you he knew exactly the kind of power he had over you, which was driving you out of your mind, until you realized, that you held the exact same power over him.

It was your turn to smirk as your fingers played with the waistband of your panties, Dean's eyes immediately snapping down to lock on them, even though he managed to keep his composure.

"Well, looks like I'm gonna have to go ahead and get started without you...feel free to join whenever you want to, baby!" That said you began to gently massage your centre through your underwear, which were already embarrassingly soaked.

You spread your thighs to make sure he could see you clearly, and started to teasingly trail your fingers up and down your slit, stopping from time to time to apply more pressure on your bundle of nerves.

Your lips parted as your breathing grew shallow; your hand working on you, coupled with his eyes scanning your frame from head to toe was proving to be rather effective in bringing you higher towards your peak.

You halted your movements for a second, opening your eyes which you hadn't even noticed you'd closed, and stared back at Dean. The pie laid completely forgotten on his plate, his green eyes solely focused on you as his chest heaved with every breath he took.

Your gaze wandered down his body, locking on his crotch because you wanted to know just how much you were affecting him, which you didn't find out because his shirt was strategically covering it up, making you sigh as you went back to work.