𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀﹕dean winchester x afab!reader.
𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝗂 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 .ᐣ ꒰ dean couldn't imagine not holding you. ꒱ ⫶ 𝖼𝗐 non-sexual intimacy. clingy dean. reader has stretch marks and a soft belly pouch. just pure fluff and very short. no proofread. self indulgent.
He loves how tender you are. How supple and soft you are beneath his hands and how much you let him grab of your.
You think of his groping habit as something he's learned to associate with emotional regulation, even if he couldn't be bothered to learn about what exactly that is.
It makes his chest feel a little less heavy, his stomach a little less knotty when he looks over at you, that leme of hope in his quartz clear eyes that resemble a dog asking for its favourite toy.
Favouring his need before your modesty, you always nod your head yes and watch him scoot closer to you in the diner bench, ignoring how waitress' eyes dart on his fingertips sliding just slightly under your belt, enough to give Dean access to your flesh.
You just keep eating your fries and resting your head on top of his.
Most of his body is now laying on top of you, crown of his head wedged lazily on the gap that runs from your chin and down to your collarbone. His hands have bunched your tank top high enough to claim their place on your torso, and they've also pushed the waistband of your shorts and panties down.
Dean will take and take as much as you let him, he hasn't learnt to be full yet. And you will always keep giving.
MacGyver is playing on the boxy TV in the motel room, the rumpled sheets beneath you softened up from friction and sweat, while Dean softly breathes you in and out.
His head is ducked down enough to have access to both your solar plexus and the underside of your breasts if he leans his head up or down, brushing his lips against them every few minutes, as if he's making sure he can take everything in and be satisfied for the day.
Fire and dramatic explosions aren't part of your areas of interest. The careful but incessant fret of his cheek against your stomach is.
His hands haven't stopped softly squeezing the sides of your hips, with his other arms that's beneath and around you caressing the upper side of your waist.
"...You having fun, baby?" Your voice pulls at the limp strings in his heart, soft, sleepy eyes flickering up until they find your face and that small smirk that makes him want to hide away and fantasize about it while you're still here with him.
"Myeah," Dean murmurs placidly, coming to bury his face between your breasts, exhaling his love against your sternum as he pulls your shirt down to his nape, tucking himself inside your warmth. The smell of your skin claws at his body and makes him soft.
"Mhm..." You repeat, the soft hum tangled with a small giggle that makes him smile agains your bristled skin.
Gentle fingertips trace the shape of your stretch marks and circle your navel, exploring you as if it's the first and last time he gets to touch like this. Because he never knows, he won't risk not taking the chance to savour you whenever he can.
It doesn't take him long before his mouth is replacing his fingers, trailing down and over the reddish and paler lines on your lower belly. A playful bite to your right hip and he has you giggling again.
His arms wrap you tight like he needs more time to hold you, as if you're planning on going anywhere.
Exhaling softly, you just lay back, hands taking his hair in bunches that lull him back into that sluggish position where he's been cocooned into you.
𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌﹕i haven't slept and i'm on my period. leave me alone.
﹙DIVIDERS BY @ chrisssiren.﹚
