Apologies (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 4

This time you kept your eyes locked on his face, watching every single one of his reactions as you slipped your hand inside your panties; your body shivering when you lightly grazed your clit with your fingertip.

Dean clenched his fist at the sight, something which he knew you wouldn't notice since your eyes were studying his face. He tried to keep a neutral expression, and that was taking him more self control than he previously thought he'd need.

His eyes followed the way your hand moved, gradually but surely building up your climax, watching as the lace fabric of your panties stretched to accommodate your fingers, and listening to the soft whimpers that were slowly turning into delicious moans.

His member twitched in his pants when you sighed his name; your free hand moving the crotch area of your underwear to the side, baring you to his darking gaze. Ever so slowly, you pushed your middle finger into your entrance, your hips bucking up as Dean's tongue snaked out to wet his lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second as you immediately brushed your g-spot, and the both of you knew that it wouldn't take long for you to tumble over the edge. You added your ring finger along with the other, stretching yourself open and groaning in pleasure.

Dean's jaw clenched as he watched your fore and pinky finger spreading your outer lips open as you kept pumping the other digits inside of you; the heel of your hand tapping on your clit with each push.

Sooner than you anticipated, you felt your insides tightening and your thighs began to tremble. Dean kept quiet, watching from afar and he knew the exact moment you were about to explode; your breath hitched and your back arched off the mattress.

Right as you were about make yourself come, your hand was pulled out of your underwear, and your eyes snapped open to find Dean standing at the side of the bed; his hand wrapped around your wrist, "I was-" He cut off your breathless sentence before you had the chance to finish it.

"I know. You didn't think I'd let you come that easily, did you?" Your face and neck were flushed as you struggled to make your dizzy mind conjure up an answer, "I-I said I'm sorry, Dean, please..." You pouted your lips, and high fived yourself when he climbed on the bed.

He moved until he was between your parted thighs, his body hovering over yours, and even though he wasn't pressed against you, you could still feel his warmth caressing your skin, "See, you can't be sorry, (Y/n), cause you don't even know why I'm mad!"

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, before they furrowed in confusion; your eyes searching his to find out what he was talking about, "You're...uh, you're mad cause I took the werewolf on by myself...right?" You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for his confirmation.

"Yeah...and?" You went back over the things you'd done and said before and after the hunt, trying to remember if you'd offended him in any way, but you ended up shaking your head when you came up with nothing, "Did you stop to think about how I felt, (Y/n)?"

"Huh?" You were dumbfounded by his question, "Did you think about how I felt about you being bait? Did you consider how worried I was when you took off down that alley with that thing following you?"

You lowered your gaze at his words, unable to keep eye contact as tears formed in your eyes, "No..." You whispered your answer, your voice so low and soft you barely heard it yourself, "Did you think about how fucking scared I was while pushing my way through the crowd to get to you in time?"

His voice raised the tiniest bit, his eyes now glossy as well from the unshed tears, "I didn't, and I'm really sorry, Dean, I just wanted to-" He knew what you wanted to do, so he cut you off once more; the hand around your wrist moved to lace its fingers through yours, giving it a light squeeze.