Summary: Having to stay late and do inventory with your co-worker takes an unexpected turn.
Pairing: Steve!Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 2074
Warnings: Language, awkwardness, injury, blood, smut
A/N: This takes care of the Steve!Cas square for @spnkinkbingo. It was a lot harder to write than I thought, but I hope you all like it. It was beta’d by the lovely @dtrainwin. Let me know if anyone doesn’t understand the snack joke. lol
“Hey Steve?” you yell toward the back as you finish counting down the cash register.
“Yes?”
Glancing up, you smiled at the odd but cute new employee as he poked his head out of the doorway leading to the stockroom. “I’m almost done here. Are you ready for inventory night?”
“I believe I am sufficiently prepared to document the store’s inventory, yes,” he replied in a gravelly monotone voice.
“Alright, grab the clipboard on the wall inside there near the light switch, and I’ll be in in about ten seconds,” you announced with a smile, marking down the final drawer count and slipping the cash into the deposit bag.
No matter how strange he was or how weird his replies usually were, you were happy to have the extra help on the night shift, especially this particular Sunday thanks to a huge local football game. There was triple the normal amount of patrons, and it was all hands on deck to make sure everything went smoothly. The store made a lot of money, which was great, and the night also went very fast, which was nice for you and Steve.
Until your boss told you to do inventory on the stockroom before you left. You’d be paid overtime, but inventory was no fun. At least Steve would make things go a little faster.
After slipping the deposit bag into the slot in the safe, you joined Steve in the stockroom and chuckled softly to yourself at how overwhelmed he looked. His blue eyes were darting across the paper on the clipboard, and he looked like he was trying to set it on fire with his mind.
“Okay,” you broke his concentration, making him jump, “have you ever done inventory before?”
Slowly, he shook his head and passed you the clipboard.
“Right, no worries. Nora mentioned you’re a fast learner and a hard worker, so this should be a piece of cake with the two of us working on it,” you muttered, looking over the items listed on the inventory form. Looking up at him again, you smiled, trying to ease his nerves. “How about you watch me do it a few times, then I watch you, and if you’re comfortable you can start at the far end and work your way up?”
“That seems agreeable,” he replied with a stiff nod, blushing slightly when you locked eyes with him.
The next hour went by in a flash. Steve learned the inventory process in a matter of minutes, and was able to get almost half of the far back side of the stockroom tidied and inventoried by the time you finished the big shelf in the front with all the fast selling items that need to be restocked daily. Steve politely returned any small talk, but rarely offered any facts about his own life, including where he lived. Trying not to pry was difficult, but mysterious men were always intriguing to you.
Focusing back on the next section, you noticed something large stuffed behind the metal frame of the shelf. Reaching behind it, you grabbed the item and began to wiggle it to pull it free. Of course, part of the shelf toward the back near the wall was broken and sticking out, and when you finally yanked whatever was stuck free, your arm slammed against the broken piece of shelving and gave you a pretty nasty gash that began bleeding profusely.
“Ow, fuck!” you hissed, dropping the item you pulled free - which appeared to be a rolled up sleeping bag - and covering the cut with your other hand. “Steve?!”
“Yes?” he replied as he walked toward you, his eyes going wide at the blood pouring out from between your fingers. His cheeks turned red when he saw the sleeping bag, but he looked up at you and said, “I will get the first aid kit!”
Slumping to the floor, you kept a tight grip on your arm, ignoring the throbbing pain that was making you grit your teeth in order to not scream. Steve came back a few moments later with the large first aid kit and immediately went to work. He was methodical, making sure the bleeding was under control before studying the wound. The graceful way he was moving could only mean one thing.
“Do you have medical training?” you asked, curiosity piqued.
“I,” he cleared his throat, “I used to be a… a soldier. Saw how some of my friends patched themselves up and learned, even though I didn’t usually get hurt.” He gently moved your arm and rotated your wrist back and forth. “It doesn’t appear to need stitches. I will clean it and bandage it.”
“Thanks, Steve,” you sighed, thankful you didn’t need a trip to the emergency room. “I’m happy I got my last tetanus shot,” you joked, earning an awkward half smile from him as he grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the kit.
“This is going to sting,” he said softly before pouring the rubbing alcohol directly onto the wound. Pain sparked making your vision splotchy and you hissed, cursing quietly as he began dabbing the wound with some gauze. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” you mumbled through gritted teeth. Thinking back to his reaction to seeing the sleeping bag, you had to ask. “Steve,” he looked up at you and you pointed to the rolled up fabric, “is that yours?”
“Yes,” he admitted quietly. “Nora is already aware of it, and sometimes when I work late it’s just easier to sleep here instead of walking home. To my apartment. That I own.”
His rambling only made you smile and place a hand on his arm, stopping his movement as he was bandaging your arm. “It’s okay. We’ve all had rough times. If you need a place to crash, I have a pretty comfortable couch. I can guarantee it’s a lot more comfortable than a sleeping bag on concrete.”
Leveling his beautiful blue eyes on you, he gave you a suspicious look, glanced down at your arm, and blushed again. “I suppose you are correct.”
Once your arm was bandaged, Steve helped you to your feet and steadied you when you wobbled slightly by placing his hands on your hips. His entire body went stiff when there was only a few inches of space between your bodies, and you grinned.
“You’re new at this, huh?” you asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes darting from his plush lips back to his eyes.
“Is it that obvious?” he exhaled shakily, huffing a small laugh.
“Only a little,” you giggled, taking a half step forward and pressing your bodies together. “I was thinking, maybe we could take a break from inventory? I can teach you a few things about… work ethic.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at you and tilted his head, but when you stepped back and pulled your shirt over your head, his eyes almost popped out of his skull. “Oh! You… you’re talking about being intimate.”
“Yeah,” you murmured, untucking his white shirt and sliding your hands over the expanse of his surprisingly toned stomach and chest. “If you don’t want this, we can stop.”
Steve actually stepped back slightly and contemplated, but when he shook his head and started unbuttoning his shirt, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His movements were jerky and awkward, but you pushed the shirt off his shoulders to the floor and cupped his face in your hands. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, admiring how soft his lips were.
The kiss quickly turned passionate, and Steve turned your body, pressing your back against the wall as his tongue slipped past your lips. It definitely wasn’t his first kiss, that’s for sure. Clothes were quickly shed and once you stepped back from each other, you both were completely bare. Steve’s cock was fully hard and twitched under your gaze. Cupping your own breasts, you smirked as he blushed.
“How about we use that sleeping bag?” you suggested, pointing to the rolled up bundle of fabric.
“That seems agreeable,” he repeated his earlier statement, making you giggle as he unwrapped the sleeping bag and unzipped it. Thankfully, it was a large sleeping bag and could easily fit the two of you. He slid in first and held open the flap for you
Slipping inside next to him, you pressed up against his warm body. “We can take this slow, if you want.”
“I do not believe I want to wait any longer,” he murmured, leaning forward and kissing you again before shifting so he was hovering over you, his knees between your thighs while his arms were braced on either side of your head.
“Well, alright then,” you shrugged, reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock. He was hard as steel and groaned softly as your fingers teased the tip of his cock. “I’m on the pill, so feel free to Twinkie instead of Toaster Strudel.” His perplexed look made you laugh, and you notched him at your entrance. “I’ll explain later.”
He accepted your answer to his unasked question and slowly pushed forward, pressing into your pussy with a slow yet constant pressure until he was fully seated. Capturing your lips again, he growled into your mouth as he pulled back and slammed forward, making you squeak.
“Fuck, Steve,” you moaned against his lips as he began to slam himself forward, filling you completely with each delicious thrust of his hips. The sleeping bag was slowly becoming unzipped the faster he thrusted, but you were so lost in the feeling of him inside you, you couldn’t manage to care.
“You’re so wet,” he commented through gritted teeth, looking down at where your bodies were connected. “Amazing.”
Arching your back when his cock brushed the sensitive part of your inner wall, he pressed closer against you, grinding his pelvic bone directly against your clit. You reached up, digging your fingernails into his shoulders as his thrusts turned more urgent.
“I can feel your gorgeous pussy squeezing me,” he leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Let go, beautiful.”
Feeling his warm breath against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine and added that extra tingle of pleasure that sent you over the edge into your orgasm. Your fingers were squeezing the muscles of his arms in time with your pussy squeezing his cock, and you heard him take a sharp intake of air before the warmth of his cum filled your belly.
After his cock finished pulsing inside you, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, and you ran a hand up and down his back. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he panted, “and I do believe I understand your earlier reference about those snacks.”
Chuckling softly, you whimpered when he scooted backward and pulled out, watching as he stared in awe at his cum leaking from your pussy. When he looked back up at you, you smiled softly and he blushed, reaching for his shirt and slipping it over his shoulders.
“Was that okay?” he asked nervously.
“That was more than okay,” you replied, nodding at him when he handed you your shirt. “I think we both deserved a break. But just remind me to erase the security tapes for the stockroom before we leave.”
Steve’s eyes went wide and he looked up, spotting the security camera pointed almost directly at the two of you. “Oh...”
“It’s okay,” you laughed, “don’t worry about it. We’re both consenting adults and we had some fun. I’m gonna go clean up. I’ll be right back, alright, Steve?”
He was quiet, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, and you were about to repeat yourself when he spoke first.
“Cas.”
You raised a brow. “What?”
“You can call me Cas.” He lifted his eyes to meet yours. “It’s… it’s a nickname. I prefer it over Steve.”
“Oh,” you smiled, “okay, Cas. I’ll be right back.” You stepped forward, then stopped, turning to face him again. “And the offer to sleep on my couch is still on the table, by the way.”
Cas nodded and smiled back at you, buttoning his shirt. “Thank you, Y/N.”
Winking at him, you slinked carefully back to the employee bathroom, avoiding any security cameras. While you offered for Cas to sleep on your couch, the idea of him sharing your bed seemed a lot more enticing.
- I walked into the stock room one day to see my coworker Joe launching llamas at my coworker Linn. Like those weird blankets that have an animal head on them. They were llamas. And there were stuffed llamas.
So.
Many.
Llamas.
- before climbing down from a ladder I looked back at the manager who was watching and with a completely straight face was like “WOW I CAN SEE FOR AISLES FROM UP HERE!” She looked as though she regretted getting up that morning.
- haven’t done this one yet, but every day have to fight the urge to burst into the break room like WADDUP NERDS, YOUR SARCASTIC RAY OF SUNSHINE HAS ARRIVED somehow I don’t think this would go over so well.
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