Warnings: Smut (NSFW, MUST BE 18, protected sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, is almost fisting a thing, multiple positions (implied too), choking, biting, use of toys.) Fluff if you squint...started out like...PWP, i think....if i got the abbreviation right.....
Summary: When a one night stand leaves Dean feeling unsatisfied, and hearing his crush getting off in the room next to him, he figured it’s time to face the truth.
Word count: 2230
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a/n: this is, very, very explicit, NSFW, and I’ve never written anything this explicit before, I don’t think. Please, please, be 18 or older when clicking on these or I’ll block you. But, I bet Tumblr being Tumblr is going to delete the shit out of this. But we’ll see...In my defense! I wasn’t planning on it being this smutty, but it did. It just happened. Hope you enjoy, Ice Bath’s sold separately.
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“Dean.” she whined.
She laid on her stomach as Dean pounded her from behind. Her walls twitched around his hard length as an indicator to him she was close.
Dean let out a breathy grunt and a chuckle escape. The man was a tease, especially to his women.
“You gonna cum, like the good little cum slut that you are?” Dean asked lustfully.
“Ah.” She moans. And with every exhale a moan escapes with each thrust Dean delivers to her.
And that coil snaps. Her back arches upward, spasming up and down as her walls clenched around him hard as she came.
His thrusts began to spasm, and shutter as he came into the condom.
As he came down from his high, still inside her, he knew she heard him. The walls are thin in this motel. But he couldn’t bear the rejection if he told her how he felt about her. So a bar waitress had to do. But it wasn’t her.
He pulls himself free, discarding the used condom and heads to the bathroom to clean himself up. Coming back out with a wetted down washcloth and cleaned up his one night stand.
“Not bad.” She panted. As she tried to sit up.
“Yeah, not bad.” He agreed. His voice lifeless.
“Well, we both needed some kind of release. And we got it.” She says simply. “Do I owe you anything?” she asked.
“I don’t ask for money, and I don’t pay.” He says.
“Fair enough.” She says. Then looks at the clock. “Well, I better get back to the bar.” She says, getting up on wobbly legs. Not before long, walking out the door on steady ones.
He lets out a heavy sigh. He doesn’t know what to do at this point. He’s had so much of these, and he wants to actually settle down. And he even thinks he’s found the one for him. But he can’t tell her, he’s scared he’ll lose her.
She joined the Winchester’s after their hunt took them to her. There had been killings in the area that scream witch and they all pointed to her coven.
Here’s a twist. She’s not the coven leader, her mom is. And she was super twisted. And her daughter knew it too. Just as when they were going to kill her for the murders, the mom attacked and tried to kill her own daughter. But the Winchester’s intervened before it could escalate to that. And she tapped into her power to protect them from her mother too. She was a good witch. She knew the difference between right and wrong unlike most witches.
She was gorgeous. Her long [h/c] hair, straight with a few natural waves. Even some natural highlights. Her gorgeous, big [e/c] eyes. Her body was perfect, with all the right curves. She may not have found her body attractive. But Dean did. Most of the time he can’t stop staring at her. Sam would give him bitch faces because he wasn’t admitting the obvious. He has a crush, and he doesn’t want to act on it.
Just even thinking about his feelings about her, not only make him horny but he can feel himself growing hard again at the thought of her.
What pulls him out of his horny mind were moans. Too high pitched to be Sam’s.
“Oh yeah.” The voice yelled with pleasure behind the wall.
Was, was that y/n?
He got up, made himself somewhat decent in a light brown Henley and black sweats and heads to her room. And he hears her climax through the door.
He waits for her to come down before he knocks.
She opens the door, her skin flushed, red in the cheeks. Her gaze, like she just had a great orgasm and he could tell.
“Um,” Dean stammers.
“I was wondering if you…” he tries to ask her.
He’s really struggling.
She chuckles. Seeing him blush. He can feel the heat on his cheeks.
“Well spit it out Dean.” She says kindly.
“Can, um…can I stay with you?” he asks.
“You sure?” she asks.
He nods. Not trusting his words. Afraid he’ll say something stupid he might regret.
She’s wearing her boy shorts underwear, a tight tee with a band Dean had never heard of on it.
Just watching her walk back into her room. Her hips swaying with each step. Her long, flawless legs, he can barely hold it together.
She turns and notices he hasn’t moved an inch.
“Dean are you okay?” she asks. full of concern. “Do I need to get Sam?” she asked.
Dean shakes his head, snapping out of it. “No, I’m fine.” He says.
“Says the man, blushing in my doorway.” She says with a smirk crossing her arms.
Her breasts, as her arms squeeze them. They’re not too big or too small. They’re perfect. Her stomach, though visible, he found all of her perfect.
She realizes now the situation.
“Dean, I think you need to just come out and say it.” she says chuckling.
“Say what?” Dean asks.
“I’m not blind Dean, I can see you checking me out.” She says.
She chuckles when she sees him blushing more.
“Get in here.” She says with a ear splitting grin.
He does as told and shuts the door behind him.
“Dean, it’s okay. I’ve had a crush on you too.” She admits.
“Y-you do?” he says.
“Yeah, I do.” She says, undoing her arms.
“I just…” she says.
“Didn’t know how to act on it.” Dean finishes for her. She nods.
“I was scared.” He admits.
“Scared of what Dean?” she asks.
“Scared that, you’d say no, or…hate me.” Dean admits.
“Dean, I’d never hate you. I just don’t have it in me to hate anyone.” She admits.
Dean was amazed at her kindness. When he looked at her with the amazement, he caught himself staring at her more.
Her face, her plush lips. Her skin was so natural it didn’t need make up, nor her lips or eyes. She was all kinds of perfect.
She caught him staring again and walks up to him.
“See something that you like?” she asks lowly.
She’s close to him, he wraps his arms around her waist, hands resting on her hips.
“Yeah I do.” He says.
Their lips inching closer and closer. Before lightly touching in a sweet kiss. And slowly builds.
His hands roam her body, exploring each part of her. Lifting her shirt off, revealing her in no bra, her breasts giving a slight bounce as it is released from the confines of said shirt.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice slightly growling.
She nods. And he palms the soft flesh. Giving each sensitive bud a squeeze, twirl between his fingers. Earning a moan that escapes her mouth.
It had to be the sexiest thing he’s heard all night.
His lips found hers again in a heated kiss. Their tongues had long entered each other’s mouths, trying to fight for dominance in the kiss.
All manners are out the window, clothes were flying off of their bodies. Scattering all over the room.
They walk, lips not leaving each other’s, stammering towards the bed.
Her back slamming on the bed as his lips explored her most sensitive areas.
Peppering kisses down her jaw line, lapping his tongue around her ear lobe, earning a moan from her.
“You like that, don’t you.” He growls in her ear.
Her hips, involuntarily bucked against him.
“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles.
“Need you.” She pants.
“We got time sweetheart.” Dean says, lowering himself down her body. Kissing her shoulder blade, down to her breasts. Licking the hardened bud earning yet again another moan.
Licking and kissing his way down her stomach he sucks at the soft flesh at her pelvic bone.
He’s so close to her dripping core.
She can feel his hot breath hovering before he dived in, leaving her with no preparation from the teasing he has done so far.
She gasped for air when she felt his warm wet tongue lick her sensitive lips. And he dives into her, eating her out nice and slow. Slowly circling her very sensitive bud, building her up as he continued to tease her.
He sucks on her clit, earning a strangled wanton moan. Her hand found the back of his head. Telling him she likes it and for him to continue. And he does as she wishes.
He brings his hand, pushing one digit into her, earning a small buck from her hips. Not before he slams all four fingers into her. Pulling an orgasm right out of her as his fingers ran across her g-spot perfectly.
Her walls squeezing tightly around his fingers, earning a strangled moan slash scream to escape from her mouth.
He pulls his lips away, pumping her through her high. Even getting squirted on as clear warm liquid ejaculates out of her heated core.
“That was so fucking hot.” He says lustfully. Climbing back up to her, kissing her hard with a hungry kiss.
He pulls himself close, his hard length rubbing between her wet pussy lips. Pulling away only to line himself up at her entrance. But pauses and looks at her, silently asking for permission.
She nods. Spreading her legs wider for him. And in one thrust he is fully seated in her.
She throws her head back with a moan.
“Oh god.” She moans.
He felt so good in her. She even feels so good with him in her. It was as if they were made for each other.
He pulls himself almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her, hard. And begins to move in her.
The bounce he is giving her, he grasps her breasts, earning another gasp from her.
“So fucking hot.” He pants.
He can feel himself about to come, but knows she’s nowhere close.
“Harder.” She pants.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, fuck me hard Dean!” she screams.
His hands found her shoulders as he uses that as momentum to push his dick harder and harder with each thrust.
“Rougher!” she eventually yells.
His hands wrap around her neck. Her hands on his wrists, ready to give him the safe tap.
He begins to squeeze, more and more, hearing her breathing becoming more strangled.
She gives him two taps on the arm. And he releases.
It was as if the lack of oxygen was a huge turn on.
Her back arches off the bed, and she comes with a scream.
Her walls clamping hard around him, nearly taking him down for the count. Draining him dry.
She pushes on his shoulders, now Dean is on his back and she is riding him hard and fast. A look of power and lust, hungry in her eyes.
Her hands stayed placed on his shoulders as she rides her hips up and down on his length. His hands on her hips helping her.
And she gives him equal treatment, she slides her hands closer to his neck. He nods, giving her permission. She can hear the same strangled breathing, and lets go and Dean is coming again. Bucking into her frantically as he’s coming.
She pauses, catching her breath.
“I got toys.” She says.
She see’s a devilish smirk flash across the Winchester’s face.
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“Dean.” She whines.
Dean pounds her from behind. Holding her up right as he pounds into her asshole, thrusting one of her many dildos into her other hole.
“You like it when your full, don’t you sweetheart.” He growls in her ear.
Her hands wrap around Dean’s head to help keep her up right.
Dean, with a twist of his wrists thrusts the toy up at an angle, earning a yelp from her.
“Gonna cum all over this toy, like you’ve cum around my hard cock?” he asks.
She lets out a groan like moan. She was close, and him talking dirty to her was such a turn on.
With a few more skillful thrusts with not only the toy but Dean’s cock as well, she comes hard, writhing in Dean’s arms.
He comes just as hard, feeling her muscles spasming around him, bringing him to his end.
Hiding his moan and scream she feels his teeth bite hard near her shoulder and neck. Her back had arched so when her head threw itself back into the crook of Dean’s neck. She can see the many marks she has laid out on him.
Spent, the pair fall back down onto the bed.
“Wow.” She pants.
“Wow indeed.” He says, panting just as hard.
“That was amazing.” She says, tossing around to face him.
His arms wrapped around her as her chin laid on his chest.
“I think amazing is an understatement.” He says. “It was more than amazing. That was heaven.” Dean adds.
She laughs.
“That it was.” She agrees.
“You alright?” Dean asked.
“I’m good, you?” She asks back.
“Oh, I’m more than good.” He answers.
The pair find themselves gazing into each other’s eyes.
“What do you see?” Dean asks y/n.
“The future.” She says happily.
“And what do you see in your future?” he asks.
“You.” She answers.
“I see you too.” Dean adds.
The pair kiss sweetly, before pulling the covers over their naked bodies and letting the feel good hormones do their thing and pulling them into a deep sleep.
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Yeah, I know I’m 10 minutes early, so what.
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@luci-in-trenchcoats @becs-bunker @supernatural-jackles (I never heard back, and I just assumed in one of my old messages you said I could tag you in my stories....let me know other wise.)
Summary: Dean was away on a business trip, you missed him too much. smut ensues.
Pairing: Dean/reader
Word count: 688
Warnings: Smut, thunder, comfort, fluff, reunited
A/N: so here’s the deal, I haven’t written smut in a really longgg time, so this is going to be INCREDIBLY crusty and I apologize. BUT I do hope you can enjoy this somewhat :)
You were always a mystery to Dean. Why you had stuck around. How you didn’t let him shut you out. How you fought for him. How made for each other you both were. You never ceased to surprise him. But that’s what he loved. There was so much depth to who you were, and Dean took such a fascination to it.
And even now, as things got hot and heavy in the bed of your new shared home, he was so fascinated in how you moved and acted. Even Sam had believed you put a spell on him. But you had, over the past few years, changed him for the better.
“Baby-” Dean choked out as you straddled his lap, lips locked fiercely. The heavy rain pouring outside making the moment feel nothing short of a romantic scene from a movie. The cold sheets being warmed by the fast movements of your bodies was calming yet fueling the fire.
“I- I know babe,” you whispered against his shoulder as his mouth attacked your neck, almost ruining you, feeling his throbbing cock strained against his jeans. He bit down on your neck, making you yelp, but feeling a shock of arousal pooling inside you. “Dean-” you moaned out, the need for him growing.
You reached between the two of you, fumbling with his zipper and jeans buttons, so desperate to feel him you only shove his jeans and boxers down his hips with his help. During the process you were able to do the same with your panties, but they were just dangling off your calf forgotten in the process.
“You OK?” he asked, words barely escaping, sounding so wrecked, and god, it was beautiful. You were only able to nod, throat feeling blocked by some imaginary ball. His fingers trailed up your stomach and began to kneed your breasts, taking one is his mouth. The feeling of his mouth was intense, and you were only able to choke out some form of ‘yes’ and ‘please’.
You lifted your hips swiftly, taking his swollen dick in your hand, lowering yourself onto him. Your body filled with heat from head to toe as he helped lower your hips. It had been too long since you had gotten to feel him like this.
Dean felt himself almost bottom out. He gritted his teeth, muttering a quick profanity between them before gathering his composure. He started to guide your hips along the length of his cock, watching only as you were left breathless.
It felt like he had taken all the air out of you, being so consumed by nothing but his touch. Noise wanted to slip through your lips, touches wanted to be reciprocated, but it seemed so impossible in the moment.
“Baby-” he placed his hand on your cheek, “come on, breathe,” and it all came back to you, him, the moment, where you were. You sucked in a deep breath, only able to look him in the eyes.
He started the movements of your hips once again, and you exhaled, a breathy moan taking over. The feeling of him fucking you so slow but so deep turning you to mush, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please- Dean,” you whimpered, “more,” was all you could get out. And suddenly he lifted you off him, laid you down and moved back into you in one fast swoop. The angle was so different and much deeper that it almost destroyed you.
He started to fuck into you faster than ever before and gave no mercy. He made both of you start to get more worked up. His grunts came closer together and your moans and whimpers grew louder.
Your insides felt like they were about to boil, and the heat that was spreading took over and you came shouting his name. He watched in awe as your face twisted and your jaw dropped, closely following in suit himself.
“Dean,” you whispered as he was still hovered above you, still inside you. “I missed you so, so much,” you expressed.
“I know baby, me too,” he sighed, smile quirking his lips upward. “Never again.”
Prompt: 26. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, i won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.”
This Drabble is a part of my 100 follower Drabble Challenge! Requests still open.
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Unresolved feelings, angst (like, you know me guys)
A/n: This is my first time writing smut (i feel like this should be in the warning section lol)
“What the hell, (y/n)?!”
The sentence you were used to hearing every other time you were on a hunt with the Winchesters. You had been a hunter for almost as much time as them and would work together often but never had it been this frustrating. First few times, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t good to have back up and the boys were good company. But after that the older Winchester just wouldn’t stop getting in your way and it always ended with him saying this.
“What’s your problem, Dean!” you yelled back at him as you threw your bag on one of the twin beds in the small motel room. You turned back to face him standing in the doorway with a bag of his own and a very ‘not impressed’ expression on his face. Sam was already gone to ‘catch up on some lore in the library’ aka stay away from you and Dean’s fight.
“What’s my problem?” he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “My problem is that you won’t stop jumping in before monsters, in this case, a freaking werewolf!”
A wry laugh left your mouth as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Dean, I’m a hunter for god’s sake. That’s literally my job!”
“Oh no. Your job is to take care of the monster without getting yourself killed!” The bag in Dean’s hand landed on the floor with thud as he raked his hands through his hair frustratingly.
You scoffed at him as your hands dropped to your sides. You turned to your duffle on the bed and slowly bent over to it and started gathering your stuff into it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you heard him say but you didn’t stop lifting your stuff from the bed and placing them in your bag.
“What does it look like.” You answered in almost monotone without batting an eye towards him.
“If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.” He answered and for a moment your hands stopped. There was anger boiling up in you, that you were keeping in check but his tone was really not helping. You bit on your lip a little too hard before you finally stood back straight to face him, “What do you care—”
You hadn’t realised how close he’d come while you weren’t paying attention but now that you did, he didn’t allow you to complete your sentence before his lips attacked yours. Your mind couldn’t process what was happening for a second but as soon as it did, you found yourself not being able to pull back. Instead, you kissed him back, harder, to his shock. His hands found the back of your head, gently tugging at your hair as he pushed your body with his until your back hit the cold wall. You snaked your hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as it grew hungrier. Dean traps you between his body and wall as his hand slips up your shirt and roughly squeezes your breast, pulling down the fabric of your bra as he pinches and turns a nipple.
You let out an angry groan, reaching down and cupping him through his jeans, stroking him to find him already rock solid.
“Fuck (y/n), I’m gonna come right now if you don’t stop.”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you smirk at him. He pinches your nipple harder. The pain causes you to shriek in mixture of pain and pleasure. He had you pissed off and turned on at the same damn time.
Soon your shirt is ripped into shreds and bra long gone as Dean dips down and sucks one into his mouth flicking it with his tongue while cupping the other one. You lean into him, a moan escaping your lips, when he starts working on your jeans, getting rid of them and your panties together in one motion. He hurriedly frees himself too while you leave open mouth kisses down his neck.
He gets rid of his jeans and suddenly hoists you up against the wall and wraps your legs around his waist for support. A small yelp escapes your mouth before your mouth is again attacked my Dean’s and his length brushes up your entrance. He takes his head back just a little, and looks into your eyes and when you give him that silent consent he craved, he enters you completely. One of his hands found its place on your lower back while the other snaked its path down to your clit and started rubbing it making you lose your balance. His lips kissed the side of your neck as he started increasing the pace of his thrusts, literally fucking the anger out of you while you help him by his shoulders like your life depended on it. He had you in a mess, waiting for a release and soon he gave it to you. He let you ride it out as he came right after you. He let your legs fall back to the floor and you would’ve collapsed right there if it wasn’t for Dean holding you.
It took a minute for the both of you to come back to your senses before something unexpected happen. He kissed you. Not a hungry needy kiss, but a gentle and soft kiss. The one that makes promises, the one you give someone you don’t hate, the one you want to keep on repeating because you can’t get enough. And more importantly, the one you can’t return. Not because you don’t want to, but because you can’t. You’re not allowed to, living the life you live. He knows it and you know it. So you looked at each other for the last time, with what ifs and maybes before you dressed back up and picked up your bag and left.
in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.
You and Dean never spoke about any of it. You never mentioned how you could hear his whimpers and muffled cries in the middle of the night. He never shed light on how he could tell when you were withdrawing into that dark place inside of you.
Neither of you mentioned it, but neither of you let it go.
On nights Dean would be lost in nightmares, you would tiptoe into his room and sprinkle kisses along his cheeks and sweaty brow until his eyes would open in the darkness of his room and his cries turned to moans. You would be back in your room before morning light, a secret kept in silence.
The darkness that was ever present inside you would spend days slowly sending tendrils throughout your body, but Dean knew when it would become too much and he would slip into your bed and chase away the suffocating cords with kisses and whispered averments. Before sleep took hold, he would slip away, another secret bound in stillness.
I’ve got you, sweetheart. His gruff voice would smooth away your fears. His calloused hands would brush along your bones, cleaning the impurities of your past. His warm lips would chase away your insecurities.
The next day it would be but a dream, but it would be enough.
You’re safe now, Dean. Your whispered words would draw him from the hell of his memories. Your gentle hands would grip his muscles, anchoring him to the present. Your soft lips would form the perfect words to electrify his soul.
The rising sun would dissolve all trace the next day, but it would be enough.
You were a tangle of limbs and a puddle of muscles. Short, shallow breaths painted across bare, glistening skin. The darkness within you would return, but for now, Dean’s arms held it at bay.
“Thank you.” It wasn’t an expression of gratitude. You wouldn’t break the silence for something so trivial. Your lips pressed against his neck, sealing your declaration. You hadn’t the faintest idea what you were declaring, but there wasn’t need to put words to the feeling.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” He understood. After all, he was the one who slipped into your hotel room without a word and rescued you from a headfirst fall into a never-ending pit.
Minutes passed with only the distant glimmer of tires on a wet road to mark the passage of time. Any minute now, Dean would carefully slip out of bed, gather his clothing, and head back to his room. Any minute now, another secret would be tied neatly with a ribbon and set with the rest.
But the minutes drew on, and Dean didn’t move.
His arm tightened around you moments before he broke the silence. “I thought I’d stay here tonight.”
There was more he didn’t say. An explanation left unspoken. Sam wouldn’t be back tonight. He was visiting a friend a few towns over to get some more insight on this hunt.
“Okay.”
As your acceptance of this new secret settled into the room, Dean reached over and pulled a blanket over the two of you. The warmth of his body beckoned you into a realm of safety and haven you’d never before known.
A/N: Anon requested: Could you write a smut about reader meeting Dean or Sam at a bar or somewhere, one thing leads to another. But reader forgets she has on a waist trainer after things have already gotten hot? I would like to hear how the guy would react if at all. – I hope this is OK!
“Hey.”
Green eyes flashed at you and you met them with a small smile as you leaned against the bar.
“Can I get you a drink?” His voice was deep and soft and you could feel the eyes of your friends behind you burning a hole in the back of your head.
“Sure,” you smiled, perching on the bar stool next to him as he leaned across the bar, making his order over the loud music. Strong, large hands splayed out across the bar as he spoke, his stubbled jaw sharp, his hair spiked in every which way, which he only mussed up further when he sat down, rubbing his hand through it before he turned to you.
“I’m Dean,” he gave you a coy smile, like he was wondering if you were going to tell him your name. Like he was wondering if you were going to take your free drink and go back to your girlfriends. But even now, you didn’t think you would.
“Y/N,” the word was out before you even thought, and he smiled, nodded, “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Ok cheesy,” you laughed and he laughed, taking a swig of his beer. “True though,” he replied through his grin. You both finished your drinks between easy conversation, and you signalled for another round when you caught the bartender’s eye. You couldn’t help but sneak glances at him every chance you got, and it didn’t take long talking to him to realise he was your type. He was clearly funny and charming and just the right mix of shy and cocky.
“So, I haven’t seen you round here before…” you commented, the hint of an unspoken question in your voice.
“What makes you think I’m not from here?” he narrowed his eyes in playful suspicion and you scoffed.
“I’d remember you,” you shrugged.
A shy laugh escaped him and he nodded, “yeah I’m just here on business.”
“And what business is that?”
“Do you always ask this many questions?”
“Do you always answer questions with questions?”
“Do you?” you both shook your head as you chuckled at his quick wit.
“So, Dean,” you eyed him pointedly, “serious question. Do you dance?”
The pause gave you all the answer you needed but you weren’t willing to accept his hesitance. Before he had chance to answer you grabbed his hand, and pulled him up, dragging him towards the small dancefloor in the corner of the bar.
Soon you were both moving together to the music. You had drifted closer within the few minutes you were out there, and now you were laughing as he had pulled you in against his chest, his arm strong around your waist while his free hand held yours to the side, mocking a ballroom pose. The lights flashed around you, the heat rolling off him as you stood amongst the crowd of people who were also dancing. You could feel his heavy breathing as your nose bumped his. You silenced the nagging in your head not to, and stood up on your toes and leaned in. Your lips brushed against his, so light and unsure, it felt like it lasted for hours, as he stood motionless and you instantly cringed, pulling away and bowing your head.
“God, I’m sorry,” you shook your head, his lack of response to your advances leaving you a little embarrassed. He could have a girlfriend, or a wife for all you knew. You stood down, ready to turn and run. “I should go, I never should’ve-“
Suddenly you felt a hand cup your cheek, a thumb brush the skin there before he was leaning down, his plump lips crashing to yours in an eager kiss. You held onto his wrist as he tightened his grip around your waist once more, and you leaned back up, evening the height difference a little more and giving you a better angle. You broke away briefly for a gasp of air before diving back in to the heated kiss, your hands now scratching through the hair at the back of his neck.
When you both separated, you were panting, a blush on your cheeks from the heat of the bar and the intensity of the kiss. Closing the gap ever so slowly again, you whispered in his ear, “you wanna go somewhere a little more private?”
He nodded enthusiastically and you grinned, grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the table a couple of your friends were still sitting at.
“Jen, this is Dean, we’re gonna take off,” you flashed her a wide smile and she looked up to the man standing behind you.
“You a psycho, Dean?” she scanned him up and down, and he laughed nervously.
“What? No,” he looked down at you questioningly, before looking up at the call of his name. A flash of light shocked you and you rolled your eyes, dragging Dean out when you saw Jenna’s phone in front of her face.
“I’ve got your photo, Dean. Anything happens-“ The doors to the bar swung shut and you were suddenly cold, the night air clinging to you. “I’m sorry about her-“ you started but he interrupted. “Don’t be, cant be too careful I guess…” You leaned up kissing him slowly, before a shiver shook through you.
Holding out his leather jacket, Dean wrapped it over your shoulders as you hailed a cab. You tried to keep your hands off him on the drive back to your house, but failed. Your hand subtly kneaded his thigh, as you pressed into his side, kissing him slow and lazily, knowing it would be driving him just as crazy as it was driving you.
He pulled you out of the car after him, before paying the driver and following you up the short path to your house. He was standing behind you when you fumbled with your keys in the lock, more a symptom of the gorgeous man behind you than the 3 beers you’d managed to have before you were completely distracted by him.
When the door swung open you turned around, grabbing a fistful of the shirt he wore and dragging him inside. He kicked the door closed as he leaned down again to resume what had started in the cab.
Your shoes clattered down the stairs as you kicked them off on the way up, laying his jacket over the railings and leading Dean to your bedroom. You wondered for a second what you were doing; you didn’t normally do things like this. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a one night stand like this. But when you turned towards Dean, his hands resting lightly on your hips as he looked at you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this would just be for one night.
Things became heated quickly, both of you tired of waiting. You scrambled at the buttons on his shirt as his hands wandered up and down your back. It wasn’t until he pulled your shirt up and ran his hand across your back that you realised.
“Oh fuck,” you groaned, your head dropping back in frustration as your hands rested on his shoulders.
“What’s that?” he asked, surprised by the firm feeling rather than the soft, warm skin of your back that he expected.
He chanced a look, pulling your shirt up slightly to see it from the front.
“Is that a corset?”
You didn’t know why you were so embarrassed, you had been wearing one now and again for a while now. However, this was the first time you had forgotten you were wearing it in the bedroom.
“Kinda…. It’s a waist trainer…”
“What are you training your waist for?” He had a cheeky grin on his face and you rolled your eyes at him. “Is it training for the Olympics?”
“If you’re gonna be an ass about it you can leave,” you folded your arms across your chest and watched as his face fell.
“Do you want me to leave?” his voice was low as he looked at the floor.
You stepped towards him, your nose bumping against his. “I don’t want you to leave,” you breathed, capturing his lips with yours. “Give me two minutes to take this thing off. Don’t go anywhere.”
You rushed to the bathroom, freshening up a little, and dropping your trainer to the floor. Once it was off it made it difficult to imagine how you’d forget it was on, the freedom you felt also tinged with a slight nervousness and self-consciousness at being without it. What if he noticed?
After a few deep breaths, you returned to your room to find Dean slouched on your bed.
“Make yourself comfortable,” you joked before walking over to him, pulling your shirt over your head before you straddled his legs.
His hands splayed out across your sides, following the shape of your curves from the top of your jeans up to the side of your bra and back again. His back against your headboard, he tilted his head, “so what does that thing do?” he continued to caress the skin of your torso.
“I guess, it kinda pulls everything in, gives me a bit of a shape….”
“But you have a great shape…. Amazing really…”
“You’re already in my bed, Dean,” you reminded him, brushing off the compliment.
“No really, I mean it. I can’t think how that thing could make it any better, you’re perfect.”
You started to scoff, but suddenly Dean had flipped you both over, his half-unbuttoned shirt hanging between you as your head hit the pillows. He started lathing kisses from your ear, down your neck, the thigh resting between your legs proving menacing as it brushed against you as he moved. Quickly, you pushed the shirt over his shoulders, revealing a firm chest. You ran a hand down his warm skin, slowly feeling the heaving of his chest before the softness of his stomach and finally resting on his waistband. He caught your eye and nodded, urging you on and you unfastened his belt while he continued his attack on your neck. He was kissing over the swell of your breasts, your breath catching in your throat in anticipation when he sat up on his knees, his jeans hanging open and he watched as you started to unfasten your own jeans. You lifted yourself off of the bed in order to shuffle them down and he pulled them off for you, taking a second to take you in before he returned to hovering over you. He sucked a mark in the valley of your breasts, leaving wet kisses down your stomach which cooled in the air and gave you goosebumps.
He kissed the inside of your thigh before slowly removing your underwear, connecting his lips with your small bundle of nerves. His hands snaked up your body, over your curves and rested on your bra covered breasts. You squirmed underneath him, twisting while unclipping your bra. He squeezed and rolled your nipples between his fingers as his tongue set to work, drawing whines and moans from you. The contact between you was electric, sparks flying at every touch and soon you were close, your thighs squeezing around his head as you came with a tug on his hair and a moan of his name.
A blissful sigh escaped your lips as you smiled, staring at the ceiling and trying to compose yourself. You felt kisses moving up your body and you grabbed his face, pulling him up to you and devouring his lips, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth as he moved back.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, and you answered him by crashing your lips to his, your hand reaching round to push his jeans and boxers down over his round ass.
He reached back, pulling a condom from his wallet before helping you to free him of his remaining clothes. You watched in awe as he slid it on; he was already hard and leaking, you both more than ready as he positioned himself.
As he slid inside, your back arched off the bed, already sensitive and close. He moved slowly, agonisingly slowly, kneeling with one hand resting on your bent knee, the other holding his weight above you. He kissed your temple, your cheek, into your hair, until he was fully seated inside you, and when you rolled your hips against his, he started to move.
The feeling was indescribable, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this good, this safe, this right. In fact, you weren’t sure anyone had made you feel this good. As his hips snapped against you, he kissed any skin he could reach, and you were biting the back of your hand to quiet the screams which were erupting in your chest. Dean’s head snapped up at your muffled sounds before he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head.
“None of that now, I wanna hear you.” His voice was rough, lower than normal as he swallowed your groan with a kiss.
He was spurred on by the noises you were making, and you had an idea.
“On your back,” you managed to pant out, before pushing him over, following him and leaning on his chest. You started to ride him, your hips rolling back and forth as you watched him. Your hands cleared your hair from your face before you let them wander down your body. Your heart pounded as you saw how he looked at you, a wince and groan twisting his features. His fingers dug into your skin as he held your hips, guiding you to an impossible pace, as you felt the pressure build. “Jesus… Fuck….. Ah”
You collapsed on top of him as he continued to pound into you, your eyes clamped shut as you screamed his name; your fist scrunching your sheet next to his head. He came immediately after you, one hand wrapped in your hair at the top of your neck, the other wrapped around your back, holding you to him.
You both laid that for what felt like hours, the white sparks in your vision dissipating eventually. You looked up through your tangled hair at him and he looked down at you, brushing the stray strands behind your ear.
“Well, that happened…” you couldn’t help the smile that was on your face when you saw Dean’s almost euphoric expression.
You didn’t want to ask the question but you knew you needed to know. You needed to know if when you woke up in the morning he would be gone. You needed to know if this really was just a one night stand.
“How long did you say you were in town for?” you were avoiding his gaze, tracing small circles on his chest with your forefinger.
Summary: Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (see warnings for the rest of it)
A/N: So, I was listening to this album on repeat yesterday while doing a puzzle and venting to my imaginary Dean and thus this idea was born.
Based off Dress by Taylor Swift
Version en Español: Vestido
“Do girls really do that?” I blurted out.
Y/N spared me a brief glance before turning back to the puzzle she was focused on. “Do what?”
“Buy a dress just so the guy they want will take it off them?” I wasn’t surprised she was tuning out the new Taylor Swift album that had been on repeat all damn day. I would never tell anyone, but it was growing on me and it was entirely Y/N’s fault. “I thought chicks bought clothes they liked and shit.”
She looked up at me for a longer moment with an incredulous expression. “Of course we do, Dean. Do you really think that all those women you see at bars like wearing six-inch heels or dresses that constantly need to be readjusted? Hell no. Women are on the prowl for sex just as much as men are.”
Y/N pushed her glasses back up on her nose and glanced at the clock for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. This was one of our rare nights off from hunting. Why was she so preoccupied with the time? “Have you ever done that?”
“Not for a specific guy, but I’ve bought a few dresses like that for the nights I wanna get laid without having to put in the effort to find a guy.” She held up a puzzle piece to the picture on the box and examined it closely, trying to figure out exactly where it went. The first time I’d watched her do a puzzle, I thought it was the weirdest way to do a puzzle. Wasn’t it easier to just get all the pieces of the same color and fit those together rather than placing the pieces haphazardly in the border and going from there?
Of course, I’d never really thought about puzzles before Y/N came to live with us. There was a lot I hadn’t thought about before she came to live with us.
“Actually,” she said, tilting her head slightly and pursing her lips and she reconsidered her answer. “There is one guy I had in mind when I went shopping, but I never got the chance to use the dress on him.”
“Why not?”
“He’s never been interested in me like that,” she shrugged nonchalantly. I didn’t understand how she could just brush off everything so easily. The only thing that ever fazed her was when we couldn’t save civilians on a hunt. Even then, she was able to recover more quickly than Sam or me.
“What an idiot,” I muttered, watching as she got pulled back into the puzzle vortex. Any guy would be such a lucky bastard to get Y/N’s attention. Even in a ratty t-shirt, baggy sweats I’m sure she stole from me at some point, her hair in a low pony-tail, big glasses, and no makeup, she was still breathtaking.
And I’ve seen her when she did her makeup and hair and shit and she went from her usual adorable, nerdy, funny self to a sexy as hell woman who commanded attention and respect. There wasn’t a single look that Y/N couldn’t pull off.
Then she glanced at the clock again and my curiosity got the better of me. “What’s so interesting about that clock?”
“I have to leave for a date in about ten minutes.”
A date? “Like, an actual date?”
She nodded, forehead scrunching as she tried to figure out where to place the puzzle piece she’d just picked up. “Well, kinda. Mariah’s had a rough week, so we’re going on a double date with the guy she likes and his douchey roommate. I’m going along to make her look good and make sure she has a good time.”
“Make her look good? Shouldn’t you be, like, I don’t know, helping her get ready then?”
“Not that kind of helping her look good.” Her attention was still completely on the puzzle as she answered me. “I mean she’s spent at least an hour getting ready and is gonna look super hot, and I’ll be the friend who isn’t as pretty tonight so she gets all of the attention. I’m the confidence booster tonight.”
I scoffed and closed my laptop, setting it aside. I hadn’t been doing anything on it for the last hour, and it was about time I gave up the pretense. “You really think that’ll work?”
Please. Even in her old shirt and sweats, she was still every straight guy’s fantasy. There was no way anyone could upstage her.
“It always does.”
“Makeup doesn’t make that much of a difference, sweetheart. Especially when you look as good as you do naturally.”
She rolled her eyes at the puzzle, brushing off my compliment as usual. “It’s not just makeup, Dean. It’s the hair and the outfit and the ego boost that give you. Guys can sense when a girl has put effort into her appearance.”
“I’m a guy and—”
“I’m just gonna stop you right there, Dean. You are a guy, which is why I know that you won’t get this. I’ve watched you fall prey to this tactic so many times since I met you.” She finally set aside the puzzle box with the remaining pieces and stood up, coming to sit next to me on the bed. “It’s all an illusion, and in the low lights of a bar, dudes can’t even tell they’re being manipulated.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Next time you’re out at a bar and you see your conquest of the night, take a step back and look at her friends, if she has any with her. I can almost guarantee you that the woman you set your sights on is the one who spent more time on her appearance for the night. I’ve seen you do it so many times.”
I think I was offended. Besides, lately the only woman who had been catching my attention at bars was Y/N no matter how long she spent getting ready. “You’re calling me shallow?”
“I’m calling you susceptible to subtle manipulations.” She reached over and patted my cheek consolingly before standing up. “Don’t worry, it’s not a bad thing. Now close your eyes. I have to change.”
It never mattered how many times we’d seen each other nearly naked as we stitched each other up. Y/N was still more modest than any hunter I’d ever met. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back against the headboard and got lost in my thoughts.
It bugged me that she was going on a date tonight. Our first night off in nearly a month and she was going to spend it with a douchey guy instead of spending a night in with me like usual. She normally didn’t go on dates anyway. She was more introverted than, well, any hunter I’d ever met. Y/N was pretty much the opposite of what I’d thought of hunters. Quiet and reserved. But still a damn fine hunter.
Oh, don’t worry. I’ve already owned up to my feelings for her. Sam called me out a few weeks ago and, since then, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. But I haven’t told her. So, really, I shouldn’t have any real reason to be jealous that she was going out with someone else. I didn’t have any claim on her.
That didn’t stop me from wanting to wring the guy’s neck, though.
“Okay, you’re good to open.”
Even in jeans and a dark purple, fitted t-shirt, she still short-circuited my brain. Luckily, she was too focused on choosing a necklace to notice my reaction. And she really thought that anyone else would upstage her tonight?
“Will you be back tonight?”
“Yeah. I’m not going to go home with whatever the fuck his name is.” She finally settled on a necklace and began a search for her phone and purse.
“Sweetheart, you’ll have your pick of any guy in that bar.” Why the hell was I encouraging this? I wanted her in my bed.
Besides the pink tinge on her cheeks, she didn’t acknowledge the compliment. “I’m looking forward to sleeping in in my own bed in the morning. I’m not going home with anyone tonight. If Mariah hadn’t had such a bad week, I wouldn’t have even agreed to this stupid date in the first place.”
“All people-ed out?”
Being around other people was exhausting to Y/N. I didn’t understand it, but I was glad that I seemed to be an exception to that rule. She didn’t seem to tire of spending time with Sam and me.
“Yeah. Keep your phone close. I might need you to call me with a fake emergency.”
*****
It was barely ten thirty when I heard Y/N come home. Sounds like her date had been even worse than she was expecting if she was home before midnight. Whenever she went out with Mariah, she was usually gone until at least two in the morning. Then, of course, she would need a few days to recover from all of the socializing.
Staying in my bed rather than going to talk to her took all of my self-control. If she wanted to talk about it, she would come find me. A lot of the time, after a night where she was around people for too long, she just needed a few hours alone.
I could hear her in her room next to mine for a few minutes before everything went silent. She was probably watching Netflix with her headphones on.
You’ll see her in the morning, I tried telling myself, but still couldn’t make myself relax.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her soft knock on my door. “Yeah?”
Slowly, she opened the door and popped her head in. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, of course.” I started sitting up, but she shook her head and slipped in next to me, using a hand on my chest to keep me laying down as she set her glasses on the bedside table. I couldn’t breathe as she curled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Sometimes we had to share a bed on a hunt, but I was always too exhausted and ended up falling asleep almost instantly.
Never before had Y/N come in to share my bed in the bunker. And never had I been next to her when I was only in my boxers. This seemed like a recipe for disaster.
“Date didn’t go well, I take it?” I needed to figure out why she was in here before I started overthinking everything.
“No,” she mumbled. “He was a giant douche and way too handsy.”
“Handsy?” Pushing up on my elbow, I looked over her in concern. “Did he do—”
“Dean, it’s okay.” She pushed me back down and resettled herself against me. “I can handle myself. I didn’t let him cross too many lines. But I just need someone who isn’t gross and slimy to hold me for a few minutes and make me forget where his hands tried to go.”
If Y/N wasn’t cuddled up in my side, I probably would have peeled out of the garage in Baby and tracked down the creep she’d gone on the date with to give him a piece of my mind with my fists.
“You sure you’re okay? I can go teach him a lesson if you want.”
Her soft, carefree laugh calmed some of my nerves. “Maybe tomorrow. I promise I’m good, though. You know I’m not the kind of girl who lets anyone walk all over me.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I finally managed to relax and push her creepy date from my mind, choosing instead to focus on her warm body next to mine. “That’s one of the things I love most about you.”
Shit.
Besides a slight hitch in her breathing, she didn’t respond to my slip. It just hung in the air above us and I hoped to God that she interpreted it as a friendly kind of love. She might be good at brushing things off, but I wasn’t sure if even she would be able to brush off any kind of declaration of love like that.
“Hey, Dean?” she whispered a few minutes later. I made a noise of acknowledgement and she continued. “Remember earlier tonight when we were talking about dresses?”
“Yeah.”
“And I told you that I bought a dress for a specific guy who didn’t like me like that and you called him an idiot?”
“You heard that?” I thought she’d been sucked back into her puzzle zone.
Her head moved against my shoulder in what I assumed to be a nod. “Did you mean it? That he’s an idiot to turn me down?”
I shifted slightly to be able to look down at her, but still have my arms securely around her. Her hair was spread across my shoulder, and there was a hole in the old shirt she’d thrown on after her date. She was perfect. “Yeah. I meant it.”
Her eyes held mine for half a minute before she looked away briefly and drew in a quick breath. “It was you.”
“What?” I couldn’t have heard her right.
“I had you in mind when I picked out the dress, Dean.” Her eyes darted up to mine for a second. “I don’t want to make things weird between us, but I just—”
“Go put it on.” Shit, was I dreaming?
“What?” Now it was her turn to be taken aback.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Go put on the dress. We were talking about how girls buy dresses so someone else can take it off of them. I can’t take the dress off of you if you aren’t wearing it, sweetheart.”
“Are you—are you sure?”
“How long have you had the dress?”
Apparently she hadn’t imagined the conversation going this direction, because she was scrambling to keep up. I gave her all the time she needed to wrap her head around this change, but I didn’t move back to give her the space. If she was saying what I thought she was, I was going to grab ahold of this chance and not let go.
“Uh, two months.”
She’d wanted me for at least two months. “Shit, sweetheart. I’ve been trying to keep my hands to myself for weeks. Go put on that dress.”
Her eyes never moved from mine as she finished thinking through the situation. A small, hesitant smile played around the corners of her lips. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
I watched her leave, staring at the door as she closed it behind her. Fuck, was this really happening? I sat on the edge of my bed, hoping and praying that I wasn't dreaming. Even if she wasn't coming back in the dress, I knew for sure that she had still come into my room for comfort after her shitty date. I knew for sure that she had chosen me over Sammy to hold her and make her forget about her slimy dates hands all over her.
That had to mean something.
A few minutes later, she knocked lightly on my door. My feet took me over to open it in a daze. She quickly slipped in and closed the door behind her as I just stared.
She was wearing a tight red dress that had one of those low necklines that ended close to her waist, leaving very little to the imagination.
"There are, uh, I bought heels to go with it. But since we're not actually going out, I figured..."
"Next time," I finally found my low, scratchy voice. Next time she would be in nothing but those heels. "Fuck, Y/N. You're—Jesus Christ." How could I possibly string together enough words to tell her just how fucking delicious she looked?
"Pretty sure I'm not Jesus Christ," she joked, glancing away and running her hand through her hair.
Definitely not, with all of the sinful things my head was coming up with.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." My legs finally remembered how to move and I slowly prowled over to her. The dress was soft under my hands as my fingers travelled from her shoulders to her hips. A low sigh escaped her lips at my touch and went directly to my dick. Shit, if that little sound had that much effect on me, I couldn't wait to hear her moaning and screaming my name.
"You really bought this dress for me?"
Her eyes snapped to mine and softened with a hesitant smile. "All for you, Dean."
Self-control: gone in an instant. My hands on her hips pulled her into my body and I finally kissed her like I'd been wanting to for weeks. She stretched up on her toes and one hand reached around to tug on my hair. Her touch made my entire body burn up and I moaned, pressing her back into the door.
"Fuck, Dean," she said, already out of breath. Her other hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged my hand up her stomach to stop on her hot skin between her breasts. "Dean, I need you to touch me. Please. I need to—I need to feel you."
Hearing her beg flipped a switch in me. This was really happening. We were really going to sleep together. She really wanted me.
"Is that so, sweetheart?" My sweet, quiet, independent Y/N was begging me to touch her. To make her feel good. She bought a sexy dress with the fantasy of me taking it off of her. And here she was, right in front of me.
Rather than sliding my fingers under her dress, as she obviously wanted me to, I began a leisurely journey up to her throat. She mewled in opposition and tried pulling my hand back down, but I used my other hand to pull her fingers off my wrist and hold her hand against the wall above her head.
"Dean," she complained quietly, no real objection behind it.
I slid my thigh between her legs to give her a slight release and smiled darkly down at her. "Sweetheart, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Gonna make you forget all about your slimy date tonight." She ground down on my thigh and I had to bit my lip to hold back a groan as her hand on the back of my neck tightened its hold. "Gonna give you everything you need. But you gotta trust me."
Her moan when my fingers landed on her throat nearly undid me. Jesus, the things this woman did to me. I squeezed the sides of her throat gently, testing her limits. Just the sight of my fingers wrapped around her throat, inches from her parted lips was enough to put my self-control on the edge of a cliff. And judging by the way she ground onto my thigh, soaking through my boxers, she was just as insanely turned on as I was.
"I do, Dean. I trust you."
Shit. Hearing her say that made me surge forward and capture her lips in a searing kiss. I'd never heard anything more beautiful in my life.
"You said you bought this dress so I could take it off of you?" I growled in her ear once I got myself under control again. The hand that was at her throat moved under the fabric on her shoulder, slowly starting to slide it off.
"Yes, Dean."
Was I going to have to fight the urge to kiss her every damn time she said my name tonight?
The fabric slid off her shoulder and she removed the hand on the back of my neck to slide her arm completely free of the fabric until it hung around her waist, one half of her body completely bare to me. My eyes travelled hungrily over her shoulder and collar bone down to her perfect breast. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on that later, but I had a game plan to follow, and it involved making her squirm and beg first. I was going to take my time.
My breath caught in my throat when, instead of placing her hand back on my neck, she raised her arm above her head, laying her wrist on the wall above her head, right next to where my hand was holding her other one. She was completely submitting to me. Her desire-filled eyes drilled into mine and she repeated her words from earlier. "All for you, Dean."
This time, though, she wasn't talking about the dress.
"Shit, Y/N," I groaned, gathering her other wrist in my hand as well. "I'm all yours too."
God, this fic has completely taken over my brain. I haven’t been able to focus on anything for the last 20 hours which is really bad because I have a test in the morning. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek of the ~3400 word fic that I can’t stop thinking about and that got me all hot and bothered until I got it on paper... and still makes me hot and bothered... God, I need a Dean Winchester in my life. Though I guess I would never be able to study with him around...
As Taylor’s 13th song on her reputation album says, “This Is Why We Can’t Have Good Grades” (What? It’s actually Why We Can’t Have Nice Things? Whatever...)
Based off Dress by Taylor Swift
It bugged me that she was going on a date tonight. Our first night off in nearly a month and she was going to spend it with a douchey guy instead of spending a night in with me like usual. She normally didn’t go on dates anyway. She was more introverted than, well, any hunter I’d ever met. Y/N was pretty much the opposite of what I’d thought of hunters. Quiet and reserved. But still a damn fine hunter.
Oh, don’t worry. I’ve already owned up to my feelings for her. Sam called me out a few weeks ago and, since then, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. But I haven’t told her. So, really, I shouldn’t have any real reason to be jealous that she was going out with someone else. I didn’t have any claim on her.
That didn’t stop me from wanting to wring the guy’s neck, though.
“Okay, you’re good to open.”
Even in jeans and a dark purple, fitted t-shirt, she still short-circuited my brain. Luckily, she was too focused on choosing a necklace to notice my reaction. And she really thought that anyone else would upstage her tonight?
“Will you be back tonight?”
“Yeah. I’m not going to go home with whatever the fuck his name is.” She finally settled on a necklace and began a search for her phone and purse.
“Sweetheart, you’ll have your pick of any guy in that bar.” Why the hell was I encouraging this? I wanted her in my bed.
