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chereus · 6 months

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Thigh riding with Dean Winchester

Summary; Riding deans thigh is more fun than you’d thought it’d be.

Pairings; Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings; thigh riding obvs, slight dom!dean, TONS of praise and tooth rotting fluff, EDGING & CHOKING!!, brief mention of husband!Dean at the end, bit of a skeptic in the beginning but by the end she’s hooked.

Cherry’s notes; y’all. I— the PRAISE. This one should send the dean girls with equal amounts of daddy issues into a frenzy.

Word count; 1.6k

Yours and Deans sex life had been…adventurous, so to speak. But the idea of putting your bare genitalia onto his rough jeans was enough to make you cringe for days on end.

When Dean brought up the idea of thigh riding in the middle of the grocery you’d thought he was crazy because that doesn’t sound comfortable in the slightest bit. You’d forced the idea in the back of your mind until he’d brought it up again over dinner in the bunker.

“So, uh, thigh riding.” Dean slowly brought up as he picked at his food.

You choked on your water. “What about it?” You lowly tried to steady your windpipes as you coughed.

“I just think you should try it. You never know, you might like it.” He said while picking up a bite of his steak with his bare index finger and thumb and plopping it in his mouth, trying and succeeding at being the hottest man alive to eat a steak.

“What part of my bare vagina on your leg sounds appealing to you? That sounds like a nightmare honestly.” You say with complete certainty.

He lets out a low chuckle and counteracts with, “who said anything about bare? Sex doesn’t have rules, your allowed to wear underwear.”

You thought for a moment and decided that maybe he was right. Sex doesn’t have rules and you were allowed to wear whatever you pleased. But forevermore you were still curious on why he suddenly wanted this so badly.

“What is it about this that you want so bad? I wouldn’t think that it would be to your benefit at all.” You interrogated, narrowing your eyes.

He thought for a moment and answered, “I get pleasure in seeing you get pleasure. And frankly seeing you use me to fulfill your own desires makes me feel all hot n’ bothered.” He pulls his face closer to yours from his side of the table directly next to you. You could feel his hot breath on the side of your neck tickling the sensitive areas behind your ear.

“Hm. I wasn’t expecting such a…direct answer.” You stammered, suddenly frozen in place. You hear a soft hum before he slightly scooted up and attached his lips to the side of your neck.

Grabbing the back of his head you egg him on further by tilting your head to the side to give him more room work. By this point all matters regarding dinner were completely closed and the only thing that was happening was Deans lips cascading over your neck as you moaned.

Dean had gotten tired of this little teasing game he was playing and removed his lips from you all together and pulled your chair out with you in it and continued to use his left hand to anchor behind your back and the right under your knee, easily pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

You’d wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with loving force. He rested his hands around your waist and gently grabbed your hips and pulled you as close to him as you possibly could.

The feeling of his touch was electrifying. Every nerve ending in your body was being touched at the same time and you couldn’t get enough. He had lit a fire under you that needed to be satisfied immediately.

He could feel your pulsating heat above him resting on his manhood. It was driving him crazy. Your panting and moaning against his lips, the sensitive hardness of your nipples through your t-shirt, your aching pussy on his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted your weight and roped your right leg in-between his to make sure you were resting on his knee.

“I want you to go to our room, take your pants off, and sit down right here.” He demanded in a low voice motioning to his thigh. You gulped. You were too horny to say no so you just quietly got up and did as he said. Slowly.

You’d been in your room for couple seconds and Dean is already getting impatient. Huffing like a child who was told that he couldn’t have ice cream before dinner.

Once you’d finally gotten your jeans off Dean was quick to usher you back onto to his lap. He guided you down to his Jean covered thigh where an empty space resided.

Your aching thong layered warmth was quick to react to the stimulation of the different materials rubbing up against your swollen clit. You gasped softly at the newfound spark in the pit of your stomach. Dean silently smirked at the thought of you enjoying this as much as he was about to.

“Start moving back and forth slowly. Don’t go to fast in the beginning or it won’t feel good.” He explained slipping his hands around your butt and lightly encouraging you forward and backward to help you find your rhythm.

At first it felt kind of awkward but then friction felt electromagnetic almost. Soon enough you could hardly get enough. Once you felt comfortable enough to drop your dead weight and grab ahold of Deans forearms he started to nudge you a little faster to really get the fire going.

You couldn’t keep your moans contained and it was music to his ears. He knew he was right, you just needed a little push in the right direction.

“Mmm, fuck, god I love your hands all over me. Roaming all over my body, touching the spots you know I like.” You said while Deans hands complimented the curves of your body.

He just silently smirked and continued to venture his way throughout your body until his hand landed on the hem of your shirt. His rough hands scoured the undersurface that was your waist.

Suddenly with no warning he yanks you forward so your front sides were touching and your erratic breathing was face to face with his calmness. “You know our safe word don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Pineapple.” You said under your breath with no hesitation.

“Good.” Dean replied, moving his right hand from your waist to your throat. You moaned inwardly at the sensation.

As he slowly sat you back down on his thigh your heat was just begging to be touched. You almost cried when Dean sat you down and began moving you slowly again starting the process all over again.

“Dean please move faster!” You whined. He just laughed in your face. “Do you think you deserve it? You were kind of being a brat earlier when I told you I wanted you to ride my thigh, weren’t you?”

You moaned in response to his torture. When you tried to speed up he’d plant his hands on your hips and slow you to a borderline deathly slow pace.

You were getting frustrated at being so close to the edge with no relief. Dean was being a maniac and not letting you come.

Whenever you’d get to the edge affirm you and start the process over again. Slow agonizing pace and slew of touches in the places he was aware that drove you crazy.

He loved seeing you so uncharacteristically feral for his touch. You’d always been the type to like physical affection but not how you were being now. The edging had drove you crazy.

“Your doing so good princess.” He said checking up on you as he raked his fingers through your hair. You’d been going at this for a while and you looked out of it.

“Mmm’ thank you,” you quietly mumbled into his shoulder. You needed to cum so badly. Right in this very moment you’d do just about anything for it.

“I’m going to go through the motions for the last time now. I want you to give it to me.” He demanded softly. You would’ve perked up excited had you not been extremely tired from all the work that your clitoris has been put through.

He starts off slowly once again finding that familiar spark within your stomach and slowly drawing it out. You could feel the rising tension in your stomach as your most sensitive parts start to pulsate.

"Harder." you moaned out, motioning for dean to gently push harder on your hips while you grinded faster.

"That's it, you're such a good girl. Always doing what i ask. Even if you're skeptical of the idea." he praised sending all the extra heat straight to your soaked panties.

The pleasure begain to become to much, you started to back off but Dean kept you steady with the same pace as before. "Agh," you moaned out and rested your head in the crook of his neck while your high was rapidly aproaching.

When your breathing picked up Dean knew you were close. His rough and calloused hands dug into your flesh like a chunk of raw meat that only fueled the fire of your desire.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. Obscenities corralled from your lips as your hands grip on to Deans flannel covered torso like it's the last thing you could ever touch.

"Holy shit." was the only thing you could muster. Further digging your head into the crook of his neck and breathing in the sweet musk of his natural scent.

"Holy shit indeed," he replied which made you lazily laugh. He removed you from the little cave you'd created for yourself in his side and gave you a sugar filled kiss on the lips and forehead.

"I'm tired," you whine, resting in your husbands embrace.

"Oh that's so cute that you think we're done here." you heard as a muffled sound above you. Your heart dropped as you knew exactly what that meant.

"Holy shit." Dean hears you say before he picks you up and tosses you onto the middle of the bed.

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