Request: Hey for could you do a story where you and dean have a make out a session and the baby walks in and sees it where it’s all cute and funny ???
Paring: Dean/Reader
After spending the day at Disneyland, you finally got home to give your three year old a bath then you and Dean sat in his room, reading him a book to sleep. The poor thing was exhausted after all the excitement. The whole car ride he had gone on an on about seeing Peter Pan and how he wanted to be able to fly just like him.
Alright buddy,” Dean kissed him on his forehead. “Goodnight”
“Sweet dreams muffin.” I whispered, kissing him also.
Dean and I walked out of his room heading into our own bedroom.
Slipping out of my jeans and t-shirt, I headed into our bathroom and started running the bath.
“Hey mama.” Dean’s gravelly voice came behind me before I felt his hands grab my hips to pull my body back against him.
I smirked, leaning my head back against his firm chest. “Hiya daddy.”
Between Dean’s travel schedule and our son’s “threenager” attitude, it was hard for us to get intimate. Luckily, tonight, he was sure to be out cold and I had Dean to myself.
“Daddy!” We heard from the other room and Dean threw his head back sighing before kissing the back of my head and walking out of the room to the room.
Guess not.
I turned off the water and fluffed my hair, freshening up while Dean handled the baby.
He came back in ruffling his bangs and chuckled. “Turns out, he now hates his Olaf night light and wants a Peter Pan one.”
“I’ll pick him up one in the morning.” I replied, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him against me to kiss him deeply.
“God I’ve missed you.” He whispered harshly between kisses as we walked backwards towards the bed.
Dean tripped and I fell ontop of him, hitting my head against his.
“Are you okay?” He asked, cupping my face in his hands as he looked for any bruising.
“I’m good, you okay?” I asked, sitting up on top of him.
“Yeah.” He laughed, pulling me back down to kiss me.
I laughed, but returned the kiss, brushing my tongue along his as his hands roamed down my body grabbing my ass.
“Mommy!”
I groaned, eyeing the clock to confirm that it was definitely time for him to be asleep by now.
“Maybe if you don’t answer he’ll go to sleep himself.” Dean whispered, planting kisses down my jawline to my neck.
“Right, that worked out well the last few times we tried.” I laughed, getting up off of him and throwing on a robe before going to check on the baby.
“Hey sweetheart, what’s going on?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
He rubbed his eyes and shook his head “Can you sing me a song?”
“Of course baby.” You smiled, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He refused to cut his bangs so he could be just like his daddy. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star -”
“No!” He shook his head. “Sing me the other one!”
I chuckled, laying beside him and curling him into my arms. “Rock-a-bye baby on a treetop, when the wind blows the cradle will rock…”
Finally, after singing it twice, the sound of his soft snoring filled the room and I got my chance to wiggle out. Sneaking into the bedroom again, Dean grabbed me by my sides, kissing me passionately again while pushing me back against the dresser hard, causing a picture frame to fall off the wall.
“Shit, when did we get rusty at this.” He groaned with a laugh.
“Shhh, he’s finally asleep.” I said, pushing him off of me and leading him to the bed.
Sitting him on the edge, I climbed onto his lap, his large hands running up my thighs, to my ass. Our lips molded together in a perfect slow rhythm, our tongues dancing together while I moved my hips to grind on him.
His groans gave me butterflies, just like they always did.
One of his hands worked on unwrapping my robe, pulling it off my shoulders as he planted kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
“Dean.” I moaned softly against his ear.
“Mommy – Daddy -” We heard again, only this time it was much closer.
Both of our eyes popped open and we both turned our head to see him standing at our doorway sucking on his thumb.
“Hey kiddo.” Dean said hurriedly adjusting his pants and clearing his throat while I fixed my robe and got off him.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, walking into the room to sit on his father’s lap.
“Ohh.” He nodded convinced before crawling into our bed, tucking himself under the covers. “I want to sleep here with you guys.”“Uh – Mommy had a – uh -” I stuttered as Dean looked between me and our kid. “Mommy had a rash and daddy was checking on it” I answered.
Dean and I looked at each other, as disappointing as it was that this couldn’t go any further, it was hard to resist his cute face.
Dean laughed, ruffling our baby’s hair. “Alright, sounds good.”
After both of us changing into our pajamas, we slid into bed on either side of him. He tucked himself into Dean’s arms pulling me against him as well. He held my ear as he always did before the three of us fell asleep.
*Gifs not mine!
I hope you enjoyed, as always – let me know if you have a request for Dean or Seth 🙂