in the afterglow
jason todd x reader ⋆˚࿔ fluff, suggestive
You barely finish stretching before Jason’s arm hooks around your waist and drags you back against his chest. He’s six feet tall and built like he could break you in half (and he basically just did), but right now he’s all slow kisses and sleepy weight, his body warm and heavy behind you.
"Where d'you think you're going?" His voice is rough, still catching on the edges of breathlessness.
"To the bathroom," you laugh. "I need to pee."
He shifts his weight more fully on top of you, tangling his legs with yours. One hand splays possessively across your ribs, right where he can feel you breathe. “In a minute.” His fingers wander, lazy and unhurried, tracing patterns along your hip, your stomach—anywhere he can reach—as if committing you to memory all over again.
When you finally manage to slip free, Jason's quick to raid the kitchen. He beats you back to bed, and you return to find him waiting with your favorite snacks spread around him, sharp eyes gone hazy and fond as they follow you. He's all lean muscle and messy dark hair, scars mapping stories across his skin. The shadowed line of hair from his navel disappears beneath the sheets, and your gaze lingers there long enough for warmth to pool low in your belly all over again.
The second you're within reach, he pulls you into his lap and lights up. He feeds you a bite, then presses the warm joint to your lips. The rhythm comes easy between you: his thumb brushes crumbs from your cheek before he steals smoky kisses between drags—your neck, your shoulder, the soft spot behind your ear—like restraint simply isn’t an option.
"Clingy," you tease.
“Yeah.” His arm tightens instinctively around you. “Problem?”
You shake your head. Of course there isn’t one. Not when he’s close and yours like this, his fingers in your hair and his heartbeat under your palm. Not when he murmurs sweet nothings against your skin about how good you are, how perfect, how he’s never letting you go. Not when he's settled in a way he rarely allows himself to be.
The rest of the night blurs soft—snacks forgotten, smoke dissipating—and he keeps you close as you both grow drowsy and sated, wrapped up so completely in each other that you can't tell where you end and he begins.
toji groans, arm flung over his eyes as he hears you shuffle back onto the bed. the mattress sinks beneath your weight and he feels the drag of your nails along his abs, trailing toward the mess between his legs. everything’s soaked, your thighs, his cock, the damn sheets—and his body’s fucking spent. even his heartbeat is still struggling to slow down from the last round you just wrung out of him.
“we just finished,” he mutters, jaw tense, sweat glistening down his neck from how deep he was buried inside you minutes ago.
you hum as you straddle him, pussy bare and puffy and still dripping, hovering just above the tip of his cock. “twenty minutes is enough recovery,” you breathe out, hips twitching with impatience. “unless… you’re tapping out already?”
toji barks a laugh, shaking his head against the pillows. “you’re fucking insane.”
“you say that like it’s new,” you giggle, then lower yourself, chasing the heat of him as you rubbed your folds against his sensitive cockhead. “and yet you’re hard again already.”
“that’s just my body betraying me,” he says, but there’s a dangerous grin starting to tug at his lips.
“then punish it,” you whisper, leaning down to nip his earlobe. “or should i ride you like a good girl while you whimper under me again?”
he flips you before you can blink.
your back hits the mattress with a squeal and your thighs spread without being asked, welcoming his bulk as he shoves your legs up and folds you in half. your cunt flutters with anticipation as he lines himself up, and you don’t even try to hide the giddy smirk you wear.
“that’s more like it,” you purr, voice syrupy. “show me what that stroke game really looks like, old man.”
toji scoffs— then slaps your pussy hard enough to make you jolt.
“keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuck the attitude outta you,” he growls.
you moan at the sting, licking your lips. “promise?”
the fourth round is rougher.
there’s nothing sweet about the way he pistons into you now— hips snapping with bruising precision, hands locked around your wrists and pinned above your head as he leans in, mouth dragging along your jaw with hot, panting breaths.
“still think it’s weak, huh?” he grunts, drilling into you harder, the headboard rattling with every movement. “talk now, brat.”
but your voice is wrecked, just moans and breathy little whimpers as your body takes in all, juices leaking out with each filthy slap of skin.
you try. “s-stroke still- mmf- k-kinda mid—”
he smacks your tit just to watch it bounce, then bites your neck.
“shut up.”
you cry out, legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper. you love this game. love when he gets like this, mean, rough, and desperate to make you shut the fuck up with his cock. toji always pretends he’s in control, but deep down he’s just as addicted as you.
“you just needed this nasty fuckin’ dick, huh?” he sneers, hips crashing into you like a goddamn machine. “couldn’t even wait thirty fuckin’ minutes before getting needy again.”
your tongue lolls out, and he spits in your mouth without hesitation.
“swallow,” he commands.
obediently, you do.
by the fifth round, you’re shaking.
he’s got you on your knees now, head squished into the pillows, ass up high. your face is wet with tears and drool, and your cunt is throbbing— slick and raw and overstimulated as hell, but so fucking greedy for more.
toji grabs the base of your spine, pushing it down so your back arches even deeper.
“sloppy little cocksleeve,” he growls, landing a harsh slap to your ass. “drippin’ like a whore. and after five fuckin’ loads? still not satisfied?”
you wiggle your ass at him, breathless but smug. “only five? damn. weak performance for a guy with muscles like that.”
another slap cuts the air— making you scream.
“okay- okay! that one stung,” you giggle through the pain, but it dissolves into a moan when he grabs your ass and spreads you open, watching his cum drip from your swollen hole.
“you’re the freak,” he mutters, almost in disbelief. “i’m over here thinkin’ i’m some sex god, but you—” he slaps your pussy again just to hear the wet sound. “you’re insatiable.”
“then fuck me like you mean it, ‘ji,” you taunt, glancing over your shoulder with a tear-streaked smirk.
he grits through his teeth, losing all self restraint, and drives his cock back into you, hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs.
round six is feral.
you’re spread out on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucks you full with one hand squeezing your throat. the other rubs brutal circles on your clit, fingers sticky from your release.
“gonna make you squirt all over my cock again,” he pants. “gonna ruin this fuckin’ mattress, huh?”
“d-do it, then,” you choke out, squirming. “make me soak this bitch. bet you can’t.”
he growls, slaps your clit, and leans in close.
“keep testing me.”
you scream when you squirt all over him thirty seconds later.
you cum again in round seven. and eight. and nine.
toji cums deep everytime— groaning into your neck, snarling into your mouth, biting down on your shoulder as he empties his balls inside you over and over. the room smells like nothing but sex. your body is a shaking mess. your poor pussy is stretched raw, fluttering around his cock, fucked so full of cum it’s leaking out in slow, creamy drips.
you should be done.
he thinks you’ve finally called it quits, your body’s gone limp, your mouth slack, but then he feels the slow grind of your hips again.
“…baby.”
“hm?”
“no fucking way,” he groans, voice hoarse.
you blink up at him with hazy eyes, but that familiar glint is still there. that insatiable hunger. your fingers drift to your clit and rub a slow circle, and toji can’t help but stare, hypnotized even as his cock twitches, still buried inside you.
“you’re possessed,” he murmurs.
you smile, breath hitching as you lazily stroke yourself. “don’t tell me you’re already tapping out after just nine rounds.”
toji sighs, but his hips are already rolling again. already fucking you deeper.
“fucking hell,” he growls, dragging your leg up to your chest, pounding into your soaked cunt with renewed vigor. “this pussy’s gonna kill me.”
you grin like the devil.
“you’d die happy, though.”
REPOST !!! pls do not be alarmed and think this is stolen, i wrote this and it’s from my old/deactivated account <3
"fuck—yeaaah. atta girl. take it deeper, princess,"
toji had you pinned missionary on the creaky bed, his massive frame dwarfing yours, thick cock splitting you open with every brutal snap of his hips. sweat slicked your skin, tits bouncing wild as he railed you into the mattress—deep, punishing strokes that punched moans from your throat. "you're so f-fuckin' pretty when you k-keep that damn mouth of yours shut." he growled, scarred lip curling, one hand braced by your head, the other choking your thigh high.
you clawed his back, loving the burn, but your mouth ran anyway. "ngh— slower, you a-animal! you're—ahh, right there!— y-you're gonna break the damn bed again!" the frame groaned ominously, headboard thumping the thin wall like a drunk drumline. his rhythm faltered a second, eyes narrowing mid-thrust.
"break it? this rickety shit was wobblin' before we even started." he punctuated with a vicious grind, fat tip kissing your cervix, making you yelp. "quit whinin' and cum already— you're basically milkin' me for rent money."
you laughed breathy, half-moan half-snort, clenching deliberate to spite him. "oh please— your dick's the only thing payin' bills around here! that l-last bounty— fuck!— you blew on beer and—ngh!— s-strip clubs!" hips rolled up defiant, chasing your peak despite the bickering, slick squelching loud.
toji barked a laugh, pace turning sloppy-mean, balls slapping your ass. "strip clubs? jealous much? bet you'd look better up there— twirlin' that ass." he leaned down, fangs grazing your nipple before sucking hard— pop!— leaving a hickey. "c'mon, admit it: my cock's your favorite payout."
"fuck you—ahhnn!—it's average at best!" lie, obvious as your walls fluttered, orgasm coiling tight. you shoved his chest playful, nails scraping tattoos.
he grinned feral, free hand snaking to pinch your clit mean. "average? this pussy's cryin' for me. quit lyin' to yourself." thrust harder, car rocking the whole damn suv outside—no, wait, motel bed. whatever. "say it—'i love toji's fat cock' or i'll edge you all night."
you bucked wild, teetering, mouth running faster. "d-dream on, asshole! you owe me—shit—dinner after this!" pleasure snapped—vision white, screaming "toji—cumming!" walls vise-gripping him, gushing messy.
he shattered with a roar, hips stuttering, flooding you hot and thick. "fuck— i-i can't—" collapsed half on you, panting chuckles into your neck.
"get off of me. you're too heavy, fatty."
"wowww. guess you don't want me to pay for dinner after all."
pairing: hockey players toji and sukuna x fem!reader
synopsis: being best friends with two hockey stars came with it's perks; including being their fuck toy after tournaments.
contents: MDNI/NSFW, hockey stars au, i watched heated rivalry guys, m/f/m, explicit smut, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, toji and kuna are meannnn, implied tojikuna, smoking, party scene, car sex, sending nudes, couldn't-even-make-it-to-their-place, f! and m! masturbation, voyeurism, kissing, degrading, praising, endearments, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, ass slapping/impact play, tit sucking, piv, pia, double penetration, anal, stomach bulge, overstimulation, orgasm denial, LOTS of filth.
Being best friends with the two hottest hockey players on campus came with it’s perks. Even if they got on each other’s nerves from who could score the most points, to who was the MVP, to who you favored—you relished in it.
For one, you had an automatic entry to any function you wanted to attend.
Heads turn the second you walk in, prickling and hair-raising. Glares from girls who wish they were in your position, or guys who wanted you for themselves, too busy dragging their eyeline up your bare legs to the swell of your ass below your oversized T-shirt to say a word.
“I heard the meeting with their managers ran long and they’re exhausted. Did they say anything to you?”
“You know anything about them coming tonight?”
“This is probably really stupid… but do you know if Sukuna got my text from two days ago?”
You plop down on the sofa, legs crossed lazily and a bleak stare heavy in your eyes as a girl passes you her joint. The words from your peers surrounding you blur into convoluted nonsense, intangible. All you know is you miss the company of your best friends, and they should be making an appearance tonight according to their text you read earlier so why ruin the surprise?
The smoke billows in your lungs—warm, and enough to dull the blinding neon lights and suffocating atmosphere reeking of stale beer and sweat. You’re not even a huge fan of parties, but this is where they wanted you.
Thud.
A grin crawls up the corner of your mouth as the doors swing open.
What people don’t know is that your friendship with the two hockey stars went further than most regular friendships.
The room seems to tilt the second they step past the threshold. Clearly freshly showered, the tips of their raven and salmon hair dripping beneath their hoods, the scent of body wash infiltrating your nostrils over the intoxicating ale and ash. You scowl when your eyes drop down to Toji’s pelvis, realizing that he hadn’t even cared to throw on underwear, his thick cock slapping against his thigh beneath his sweatpants and creating an imprint on the thin fabric.
The salivary glands in your mouth start working.
You sigh, tossing your head back like you’re inconvenienced before handing the blunt back, anticipating bubbling in your gut. “Sorry, guys. My ride’s here.”
Sukuna’s lip peels back into a pleased smirk when he realizes you’re sporting his graphic tee this time around instead of Toji’s, head tilting downwards as you saunter past both towering men without a word, clearly understanding your sexual innuendo that seems to float above everyone elses head. Those red-rimmed eyes are glued to your ass as you slip out the front door and towards Toji’s car. It’s only when a smack lands against the back of his head that he’s rooted back in reality.
“Perv,” Toji snarls, clicking his tongue in mirth.
Sukuna shoves his shoulder into the hockey forward, baring his canines. “You were just telling me you missed her tits.”
The jade-eyed green man shrugs, slipping his hood off. “First one outside gets to come on those tits.”
Sukuna doesn’t wait for a countdown from his friend, sprinting past the crowd and to his car where you wait patiently, Toji clipping his heels with a frown.
Oh, and another thing that people didn’t know, is that the two men reveled in fighting over you. Maybe it was the common athletes competitive nature, but you weren’t complaining.
You grab Toji’s hoodie from the backseat and slip it on, some gripe on your tongue about how cold it is outside, simply wanting to see the jealous flicker in those crimson eyes in the backseat. Toji’s fingers curl around the steering wheel, tallying another win onto his imaginary board in his head.
“Y’know, everyone in there missed you guys,” you start, biting the grin on the inside of your cheek, watching the treeline blur in the dark of the night.
“S’that so?” Sukuna asks, running his tongue over his teeth. He’s too focused on the thought of those pretty lips suctioning around his cock that’s practically screaming your name.
“Did you guys miss me?” you seek, turning over to face the both of them, batting your eyelashes. Heat is already pooling in your loins from the sheer desire rolling off the two men you hadn’t seen in weeks since they had a tournament out of town, but egging them on is so much more fun before giving them a taste.
“Fuck yeah,” Toji groans in irritation like it’s out of question, eyeline darting over towards you from the driver’s seat, just to trail down to your legs. “You miss us, ma?”
Cue the desperation.
Angling your back against the door, a whine of assent trickles from your lips, a pout hanging from your lower lip. You nod, your hand sliding down your navel and disappearing along the apex of your thighs.
“Fuckkkk.” The elongated groan comes from the backseat, voice terrifyingly raspy and deep, and you can see Sukuna pressing a hand against his clothed cock.
You lick your lips, lithe fingers sliding past the waistband of your shorts and pressing the gusset of your panties. Damp, coated in saccharine arousal. “It’s been so hard,” you whimper, lashes fluttering shut, painting circles over your silky folds above your underwear. “You guys know my fingers can’t reach that deep.”
You can hear Toji’s breath hitch, air stripped from his lungs at the lewd sight. His pretty best friend, touching herself in his hoodie, in his car.
“Yeah? Couldn’t make yourself cum like we make you?” Sukuna poses, already shuffling his sweatpants off along with his boxers, erection springing up and against his hoodie.
You sigh despondently. “Mhm. Will you guys help me now that you’re back?”
You already know the answer. It’s just too much fun watching the lust suffocate the both of them.
Sukuna’s grin splits wide across his face, fingers curling around his hard-rock shaft.
“We’re gonna make you cum so hard you cry.”
“O-Oh my fuckkk.”
You’re straddling Toji in the backseat, hoodie and T-shirt long discarded, his raw cock pressing past the ring of resistance slick with arousal, dipping into your pussy. He’s got both hands on your tits, squeezing the flesh and pressing his face into them, soft groans leaving his lips. Hands rough, calloused, needy.
Sukuna’s standing outside the parked car, one hand on your waist as he feeds his unprotected cock into your ass, tossing his head back with a moan to echo into the night.
You shudder, tears biting your waterline, the stretch unbearable. Yeah, you’ve taken them both at the same time before, but it’d been so long since you last saw them that you’re struggling to adjust.
“Relax, girl,” Sukuna grits out from above, watching your body tense up. With only the tip in, he’s fighting back his pleasure to fully bottom out, but he needs you to release the tension first or else you’ll get hurt in the process. “I’ve got you.”
“What he said,” Toji sighs muffled, his cock slipping in deeper and punching a moan from you. A hand of his slips down past the valley of your breasts to find your clit, stimulating the neglected bundle of nerves. “If you don’t ease up, how am I supposed to cum on these tits?”
That earns a strained laugh from you, hands digging into his broad chest. Your stomach inverts when you realize you’re the only one fully naked here, resting your head on Toji’s shoulder and letting out a shuddered breath.
“You have no idea how much we missed you,” Toji whispers into your ear, husky and breathless like he needs to thrust up into you.
“Oh, I’ve got an i-idea,” you retort, thinking back on the picture Sukuna sent you from their hotel room.
Both of them, standing in front a mirror, jerking themselves off to the picture you sent of your tits.
“Did you guys kiss after?” you quiz, feeling your walls flutter around their shafts, slowly sucking them in.
Sukuna gasps, eyebrows drawing inwards as he watches him and his best friend disappear inside you, cock spasming inside your walls. “You’d like that shit, wouldn’t you?”
You shrug, tongue darting out from your mouth to wet your lips, lifting yourself up to press back into their cocks.
The moan you release is nothing short of pornographic, sinful.
“Maybe.”
“Oh, doll,” Toji grunts, hands coming up to smack your ass. “Feels so much fuckin’ better than I remember.”
Your arousal leaks onto them, and soon enough, they’ve bottomed out their massive cocks into you, practically pressing into your fucking lungs. Your face twists up as Toji’s cock presses up against your sweet spot, dribbling precum inside you, your ass squeezing Sukuna’s cock like a vice.
And if Toji and Sukuna aren’t losing themselves in you—Toji pressing forward to suck onto your tits and leave love bites you’ll sure will bruise by morning, Sukuna pressing a splayed palm into the small of your back just to see that sinful arch.
“Keep squeezin’ me like that and, fuck, I’ll cum inside your ass,” Sukuna huffs, sweat building above his furrowed brows, slowly beginning to thrust into your puckering hole. “Don’t need much from you, brat.”
The veins you’ve memorized on both their cocks—whether from fisted handjobs or tracing your tongue up their lengths—drag against your gummy walls, sucking the air from your lungs. You can barely form a coherent sentence, feeling so unbearably and deliciously filled by their dicks, your maw hanging open.
The car is filled with sloppy, slick noises of them burying their cocks into you, animalistic grunts and groans, muttered praises that slip into filthy degradation.
“Doing so well, this sweet pussy.”
“You can take it. Say it, baby.”
“Fuckin’ whore. Ya need two cocks to get off, huh?”
Sukuna suddenly grips your wrists and wrenches you backwards, splitting your further on both dicks. A strangled gasp is ripped from you, stomaching caving inward, Toji propping his head up on two arms, enjoying the show.
“Well, would ya look at that,” he taunts, pools of jade honed in on your stomach. “Looks like we’re givin’ her a little bulge.”
You follow his blown pupils, gut erupting in butterflies where you see a thick outline pressing against your abdomen.
Too. Fucking. Much.
“Oh f-fucking hell,” you gasp, the sound bordering on a cry.
Sukuna peers past your shoulder, a muscle in his jaw pulsing at the delicious sight. Both of his best friends, laid out and groaning like it’s their last day on earth.
You squirm in Sukuna’s hold, their mushroomed tips pistoning deep enough to slate your brain of anything. All you can focus on is how fucking good this feels. Their maddening cadence doesn’t slow, no. If anything, it only quickens.
Fuck. The stamina of an athlete.
Heat fists in your gut, threatening to uncoil. You squeal unabashedly, barely able to keep up with how each rut knocks the wind out of you. Your orgasm is approaching, and very soon, while these two don’t look like they’ll be done with you anytime soon.
“I-I’m gonna cum!” you spill out, Toji’s fingers finding your clit again.
Toji pouts, leaning forward and cocking his head. “Is that so? Where are your manners, sweetheart?”
A maniacal laugh erupts from Sukuna’s chest, sounding straight into your ear.
How could you forget how cruel they can be?
“You didn’t even ask.”
Your lip quivers, vision turning blurry with the overstimulation. Toji pinches your clit when you don’t answer, your arms fighting against the burning restraint Sukuna is holding you back with.
“May I c-cum?”
“… please.”
Your breath is sucked from your chest. “Please?”
Toji smacks your cunt, your body jolting, his grin dipping into something wicked. “Cum on our cocks.”
The orgasm that hits you is so blinding, your ears ring while a scream is ripped from your throat, black wiping out your vision. They sheath themselves to the fucking hilt, holding their cocks still inside of you, keeping you stretched and full.
Sukuna releases his hold, your body falling limp onto Toji who catches your body against his chest. You shudder, their strokes picking up slowly, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. Sukuna leans forward, pressing kisses against your shoulder.
“You know how competitive me and Fushiguro get, right?” he breathes into your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth while you squirm.
It’s too much, all too much. Sukuna’s cock nestled too deep, Toji still toying with your bud.
You nod, every muscle in your body aching and screaming from the exertion.
“Well, we made a bet tonight.”
Your ears perk up at the sound of Sukuna’s smooth words.
“W-what bet?”
Toji’s grin widens against his your hairline where he’s peppering soft kisses.
“Ya wanna do the honors?” Toji smirks, his free hand finding your ass to knead the supple flesh.
“We made a bet on how many times we could make you cum tonight. How much you’d be able to give us.”
You still, nerves blooming behind your ribs.
“How much did you guys bet?”
Sukuna straightens, running his fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head about it. You’ll find that out once you tap out.”
You scoff, turning back to glower. “Who says you guys won’t tap out first?”
The two men exchange a knowing look, then give you a slow appraisal.
Your skin flares in embarrassment, their eyes trailing the state of your body more grueling than being fucked by the both of them at the same time.
Sukuna shrugs noncommittally, but the shit-eating grin tells you everything you need to know.
Commissioned the wonderfully talented @colorlessjay for some Destiel HS AU + adult reunion art!! It turned out so beautiful, even better than I expected ;-; and CJ got the vision immediately ;-;
I always love the idea of these silly boys being close in HS and then return to each other years later and the feelings are still there 🤭
Thank you again CJ for the gorgeous commission!! Everyone check out their amazing artwork and commissions!!
Imagine an AU where Dean volunteers at a school to teach a bunch of teenagers about cars because he thought it would be funny to single out his younger brother in class and embarrass him, while simultaneously flexing how cool he is
And while in the parking lot, trying to explain the differences in cars and models and such via example, Dean sees a Pimp Mobile and proceeds to make fun of it as a joke
"now this- this is a car you get when you're having a midlife crisis after a nasty divorce to a woman who was so out of your league, you were playing two different games" and he gets a laugh out of a couple students
Then Sam starts making the wide eyed "dude shut up!" Face. Which only eggs Dean on to keep going, only the kids are laughing less and desperate him spitting absolute comedy gold right now
And Dean plays it cool "You kids ain't no fun. Bottom line is, the only person who'd willingly drive this hunk junk is someone who knows nothing about cars"
"thank you for your observations" Says Castiel, who was standing right behind Dean, next to said Pimp Mobile, having walked over to get in his car to get something
The kids all hide their laughter. Sam face palms so hard it rattles his brain, and Dean feels like the biggest asshole in existence when Castiel opens the trunk to his car and pulls out a stack of books.
Dean goes to apologize, only for Castiel to say "At least my car didn't peak in highschool" which earns more laughter from the kids as he walks away
Cue a one sided rivalry as Dean interrogates his brother about his sociology professor
Picture this: Dean gets so upset about it he becomes the new interim PE teacher (much to Sam’s dismay. Also cue Cas calling Dean a jock or something) and he starts a whole prank war but like it escalates from small stuff like rearranging Cas’ desk to big stuff like plastic wrapping his classroom door or covering the pimp mobile in sticky notes. And Dean just gets more and more desperate because he cannot get Cas to respond (meanwhile Cas is using this as an example in class because he has to somehow redirect all Dean’s disruptions back into actual learning)
Finally the principal has had enough and punishes them both by making them chaperone the school dance
Cas sidling up next to Dean at the punch table: “What no tricks left, Mr. Winchester?”
“You know what, no. Happy. I give up, you win. I’m out of ideas and out of energy. Nothing ever seems to ruffle you anyway, so it’s pointless,” Dean grumbles, the Mr. Winchester twisting in his gut painfully.
Fuck it, he thinks and he takes a swig from a flask he’d confiscated earlier in the evening.
“I have to admit, I’m a bit disappointed,” Cas says, side-eyeing him, gaze following his mouth as he takes another shot.
“Be grateful it’s just a few sips of cheap vodka and not a whole bottle of scotch. I swear if I have to hear Justin whatever-his-name-is one more time I might snap. Besides it’s better thank one of the kids drinking it or spiking the punch with it.”
“I meant about the pranks. I quite enjoyed being wooed.”
“Wooed?” Dean repeats, staring at the flask like maybe it was laced with something and he’s started to hallucinate.
“Dean, do you actually hate me?” Cas asks bluntly, blue eyes burning brightly despite the low light.
“Uh, no. Course not, Cas.” The answer slips out and Dean tried to convince himself it’s the vodka and not the way Cas says his name “If I’m being honest, you’re actually pretty cool. And one of Sammy’s favorite teachers, besides. The pranks, it was all just…”
Dean stops. Blinking in horror as he realizes that he’d been doing it all to get Cas’ attention.
Cas raises his brows and hums expectantly.
“Son of a bitch. Was it that obvious? Am I the last person to know?”
“I doubt it. I don’t think I even realized it fully until after you rigged my car to play Led Zeppelin. Because I also noticed that the air conditioning had been fixed and the wonky windshield wiper had been replaced.”
“I mean, I couldn’t just leave it like that. She may be ugly but she’s still a classic and deserves proper care. I’m not heartless,” Dean shoots back trying not to freak out over what Cas will do with the knowledge of his crush. There are so many ways Cas could use it to get back at him.
“No. You’re most definitely not heartless. You are, however, very disruptive. You know, you caused me and my students a lot of trouble this year,” Cas murmurs, and Dean’s stomach starts doing somersaults. Definitely because of the impending blackmail and not because of how close Cas has gotten to him nor how good he looks in his suit. “Don’t you think you owe me a favor? As a term of your surrender, of course.”
“And what could you possibly want from me, Mr. Novak,” Dean grits out. Cas raises a brow at Dean’s change to his last name from the nickname he’d gotten rather fond of during the year.
“Nothing too painful … I hope.” Cas holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?”
Dean blinks at him but puts his hand in Cas’.
Cas places the offered hand on his shoulder and begins swaying to the slow song that’s come on. A little later when Cas’ lips brush his for the first time, Dean can’t help but think that losing a prank war has never felt so much like winning.
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