"Hi! I love your writing ! Your traffic ones with Dean are my favorite! I was wondering if you could write a one shot where you and dean play twister and you both tease each other by grinding and stuff like that? :) thanks a bunch!"
"The Game That Ties You Up In Knots"
9/24/14
You fumbled with the vintage box in your hands as you walked into the library of the bunker. Dean and Sam sat opposite each other, Sam's head buried in a book and Dean cleaning out his handgun.
"Okay, let's put these away," you said as you grabbed Sam's book and chucked it behind you and picked up the parts of Dean's gun and placed them on the bookshelf behind him.
"Hey!" Sam and Dean shouted at you as you sat the box on the table.
" both need to get your heads out of your books and guns and have a little fun. Just because we haven't had a case in a week doesn't mean you can't have a little old fashioned fun apart from shooting paper targets and reading books in different languages all day." Sam and Dean both sunk into their chairs like children. This is going to be harder than i thought.
"Reading is productive." Sam muttered. You threw the closest thing, which happened to be a crumbled up sticky note, at him.
"Stop pouting and come have some fun! Both of you!" You held the box up and took out the contents, "Look, fun!" You laid the mat on the floor and the plastic twister beside it.
"Twister?" Dean looked like he was going to burst out laughing, "you've got to be kidding me, Y/N."
"Come on, please you guys? I'm bored as fuck in here. You," you gestured toward Dean, "won't let me go down to the gun range and practice because you're scared I'll get hurt and you," you pointed angrily at Sam, "won't fucking get your nose out of those fucking books long enough to be of any entertainment whatsoever."
"If you wanted to go down to the gun range and practice, all you had to do was say so-"
"No! You've lost your chance, Dean. We're playing twister. End of story." You spun the twister and it landed on red for your left foot and promptly placed your left foot on the nearest red circle on the mat.
"No, forget this. I've got research to do." Sam reached behind him and grabbed the book you'd tossed and stormed out of the room. Damn it, you thought. You still had one more possible player that hadn't walked out on you. You gave Dean your signature puppy dog look as soon as he looked at you.
"Oh, no. Sorry, Y/N." As Dean was beginning to sit up, you sat on his lap hard enough to sit him back into his chair.
"Please, Dean?" You pleaded. Dean tried to keep a straight face as you pleaded, but it was no use.
"No, baby. I don't wanna play twister." Fine, you thought, I'll just take out the big guns. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you slowly began to grind your hips against him.
"You sure you don't want to play with me?" Dean coughed to try and hide how horny you were getting him by your actions, but it was no use.
"Fine." Dean groaned. You jumped off with glee as you put your left foot back on the red circle it had originally been on. Dean palmed the bulge in his pants as he flicked the spinner. The spinner slowed to land on the right foot on green. Dean placed his right foot on the nearest green circle and looked back at you, "I better get rewarded for this, Y/N." He grumbled.
"Oh, you will," You said matter-of-factly as you flicked the spinner, "if you win the game." Your smile was like the switch to Dean's competitive side and as soon as you did so it was game on.
"Bring it on, Y/N," Dean grinned as he took his turn. As the two of you became intertwined over the mat, you noticed something.
"Dean?" You asked trying to look at him from under your legs.
"Yeah, Y/N?" Dean was smiling like a fool at you. Your eyes glanced to his hand that was gripping your ass.
"Do you mind taking your hand off my ass and back onto the mat? That's cheating." Dean rolled his eyes and took his hand off of your ass, but only long enough to rub his hand up against your pussy. You shuddered at the sudden sensation that fluttered through your body and had to adjust your hands so that you wouldn't fall.
"Something wrong, Y/N?" You tried to ignore him and reached to spin the spinner, but Dean was determined to make you lose. Just as you had spun the spinner, Dean was able to shift his weight and now he was on top of you. The bulge in Dean's pants rubbed against your ass and it took every inch of your strength to stay up. When the spinner pointed to "right hand on red", you let out a giggle. The nearest red circle was so far behind you that your ass would have to be pressed further against Dean and his raging erection.
"Oh, nothing," you said as you reached for the red circle and heard Dean's gasp of approval, "something wrong, Dean?" You would have giggled if Dean hadn't suddenly kicked your legs out from under you and flipped you onto your back.
"Game over, Y/N." Dean's lips crashed against yours as he ripped your shorts and panties off.
"Dean…" You moaned against him as he freed his erection and rubbed it against your wetness. Dean groaned in pleasure as you pussy enveloped his cock.
"You've… got a lot of… nerve to… tease me like that, baby." Dean whispered in your ear between thrusts.
"You left me no choice, Dean." Suddenly, Dean rolled the two of you to where you were now on top. You sat there, Dean's cock pulsating, and watched as Dean grew frustrated.
"Move." He said as he lifted up and dropped back down quick enough to make you start to ride him, "That's it, Y/N." Dean moaned and threw his head back. Dean snaked his hand up your leg until he met your clit and rubbed. That was all it took before you suddenly threw your head back and cried out your ecstasy. As soon as you came, Dean's climax followed suit after the inner walls of your pussy squeezed around him. You collapsed against him as the two of you tried to steady your breathing.
"I win." you muttered against Dean's chest.
"No, I win." Dean giggled and brought your face up to his so he could kiss you.
"Technically, I win, Dean. You gave in first." You began to get up when Dean rolled back on top of you and pinned your hands above your head.
"We'll see about that."