Dress
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)
Word Count: 3474
Warnings: Partial nudity, slightly dom!Dean, foreplay, implied smut, NSFW
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."
"Show me," she lifted her chin in a challenge.
Challenge accepted.
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