Dean x Reader, 2021’s Valentine’s Day fic
“Are you sure about this?” Dean looks hesitant as he undoes his belt.
“Oh yeah,” You give him a thousand-watt smile and lay yourself back on the bed, before tying the t-shirt over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.
“Alright,” you hear him sigh before feeling the bed dip as he kneels over you, sliding the belt around your wrists.
You let out a low breath as the cool metal of the buckle slides up your arms, stopping only once it’s resting against the butt of your thumbs. You can’t help the goose bumps that break out across your skin as you feel him lean down over you, lips just a hair above the skin of your neck. His familiar warmth and scent envelope you, and you can’t help but notice how much more intense things seem when you can’t see what he’s doing.
In the next instant his warmth is gone, and you feel the bed rise as he presumably gets up. You frown, and slowly move your legs around, frown deepening as you don’t make contact.
“Oh come on… don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me here? That’s just rude.”
His low chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as his warmth returns, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
You feel something drip onto your stomach, and you can’t help but flinch at it’s coldness, “Jesus! What the hell is that?”
He replies in the form of licking whatever it is off you, tongue strangely rough, and you’re briefly reminded of your cat.
His tongue disappears again and you huff, “Now what?”
“I think I heard something downstairs.”
You shake your head, “Very funny, Dean. If you didn’t want to do this, we didn’t hav-”
Sams’ voice calls from down the stairs, and the next instant you hear Dean thudding around the room, presumably to pull on some clothes.
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