One Night Stand?
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2481
Warnings: SMUT. And Fluff.
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.
“Long enough to do this again.”
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