Author of 'The Knights of Gabriel'. A book practically supernatural but the female version adding witches, multiverse, overcoming addiction, copious amounts of smut and don't forget a why choose romance troupe https://archiveofourown.org/works/63549226/chapters/162855538 she/her/hers 27 yrs young
Here is part 3 of my ongoing story. If you haven’t read pt 1 or 2 click here.
Bucky unsure of himself and this new world he's living in. He goes to his pal Steve for help. But the help that he got was unlike any he expected.
Ch 3: 944 words
Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Y/N (aka Trixie)
18+ only
warnings: mentions of sex and sexual themes.
(don't have a regular posting schedule.)
Bucky stared at that business card for a week and a half. Letting it rustle around in his jacket pocket. The card bent on a corner now. Steve pestered him about Y/N. Bucky retorts with questions about Steve and Y/N. Neither shares their close-kept secrets. It was a Thursday at 3:21 AM when Bucky broke down and called. After a jolting nightmare shook him awake. The phone rang once, twice, three, then the pick-up.
“Hello, this is Trixie”
Her voice is half groggy and half an octave lower.
“Did I wake you?”
Bucky looks at the clock, realizing what time it actually is.
“I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry I-”
“It’s ok, Bucky; I was expecting your call would be at some strange hour.”
He folded the bend of the business card back and forth with his index finger.
“How’d you know id call?”
She chuffed under her breath.
“They always call.”
Her voice is so confident and assured.
“What are you doing right now?”
A brief pause followed by some rustling on Y/N’s end.
“Whatever you need.”
“Can you meet me at the diner near your place?”
“See you in thirty.”
Bucky jumped into his pants, lay on the floor, and picked up the top shirt from the laundry pile.
Bucky waited in the corner booth for Y/N. Sprinting from his apartment to the diner without breaking a sweat. Listening to the clock tick as he tapped his fingers in time on the vinyl table. Y/N appeared through the door wearing a tight sweater and trench coat. Shaking the cold off of her shoulders while hanging the coat on the rack by the door.
Bucky smiled as their eyes met, and she reciprocated. Scooting into the tight booth space. Buck picked up the menu looking it over. Y/N narrowed her eyes, trying to understand what was going on.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Barnes?”
“Bucky, my friends call me Bucky.”
Upcasting his eyes from the menu.
“So we’re friends?”
Asking like she didn’t believe him. She was trying to gauge what kind of experience she was supposed to provide.
“Yes, Y/N, I’d call us friends.”
Her eye’s left his to look at the plastic menu in front of him. Her fingers traced over the words. She sucks in a breath.
“I know you haven’t done this before, so I’m just gonna ask. What experience do you want to get out of this Boy America? The girlfriend experience, friends to lovers, strangers hooking up? I can’t act accordingly without you telling me. Unfortunately, I can’t read minds.”
Bucky was perplexed by her boldness but also by her accusation.
“I just wanted something to eat with a beautiful woman.”
Crossing his arms into himself.
“At 4:30 in the morning? Let’s not bullshit each other here. What do you want, and where do you want it?”
His face, ears, and neck turned pink with blush. Snugging into himself.
“The truth is I couldn’t sleep, these damn nightmares, and I already have burdened Steve with all this shit. I was hoping for a friendly smile, and yours is one the sweetest I’ve ever seen.”
Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Sweet talk to me all you want. You’re not getting that for free.”
Grunting in frustration, wringing his hands into one another.
“I’m not bullshitting you, Y/N. There are not many people who even know I’m alive. If Steve trusts you, then I do too.”
Y/N picking at the sides of the menu.
“So you don’t want to be alone?”
Chewing the inner part of his lower lip.
“Does anyone?”
Y/N’s shoulders dropped a bit as she relaxed into the seat. Only small talk passed between the two of them until the food arrived. The waitress interrupted the exchange to fill their coffee cups. Bucky cutting into his sunny-side-up eggs.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?”
Y/N chewing on a bite of pancake.
“Uh,”
Pausing longer than anticipated, thinking of her answer. Her lashes fluttered, lost in thought.
“Well, I haven’t been asked that in a long time. I like to read, and I uh like to draw just simple things like that.”
Observing her with a closed-lip smile as she fumbled through the answer.
“What do you like to read?”
“melancholic tragedy”
Quickly replying, sure of her answer. Sipping on her coffee and holding the stirring spoon with her thumb.
“So, where did you go to school?”
Bucky questioned as he moved to the next section of his plate.
“How did you know-”
“You can’t give an answer like that and not be a smarty pants.”
Internally snickering looking out the window as a light drizzle began to fall down onto the illuminated pavement.
“Columbia”
Setting down his utensils, secretly trying to adjust his arm.
“And why does a girl with a Columbia degree do what you do?”
Her expression turned sour. Picking up the napkin wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Because student loans will eat you alive, asshat. What? Because I’m a sex worker, I’m supposed to be stupid?”
Y/N’s tone jutted and pointed in Bucky’s direction.
“No, I never said that. I was just surprised-”
“Why a girl who’s so smart would do a job so dirty, so deplorable?”
Hitting the end consonant hard on both descriptors. Hastily standing up, walking towards the door.
“Y/N, wait!”
Grabbing her coat from the rack. Yanking the door and hearing the bell ting behind her. Bucky swiftly followed after her. Shrugging her coat on with long strides in her step.
“Y/N!”
He called out into the dark alley. Cutting her eyes back to him.
“Unless you got the cash, don’t call me Barnes."
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Here is part 2 of my story. If you haven’t read part 1 click HERE
Bucky unsure of himself and this new world he's living in. He goes to his pal Steve for help. But the help that he got was unlike any he expected.
Ch 1: 1,253 words
Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Y/N (aka Trixie)
18+ only
warnings: mentions of sex and sexual themes.
(don't have a regular posting schedule.)
Bucky shifted in his seat, his eyes downcast to his drink. Leaning into Steve, his lips mere inches away from Steve’s ear.
“You brought me to a whorehouse!”
His voice was low, but his tone alert. Some of the girls gave him the side eye. Y/N leaned over the table, stretching herself across the table to defuse the situation.
“Why don’t we step into my office? Regardless of your feelings, I do work here. So let’s not make a fool out of me at my job, boys.”
Cutting the conversation off with her glaring eyes. Bucky grumbled as he followed the constituents out of the bar booth through the curtain to the door on the far left. It was like a luxury penthouse at a five-star resort. Ancient Rome themed. Hanging a do not disturb sign on the door handle, shutting it behind them.
“So I’m guessing you didn’t tell boy America what I do for a living?”
Steve’s eyes looked elsewhere, embarrassed of himself. Bucky tinkering with a figurine on a column.
“So you’re a hooker?”
“We prefer the term escort or sex worker nowadays. But yes, I am.”
“Does that mean you and Steve-?”
Raising an eyebrow. Steve opened his mouth, attempting to break the conversation. Y/N cutting him off.
“No, Steve has not elicited my services. He has paid for my time, but we’ve never had sex.”
Steve, now picking the skin around his bottom lip Y/N looked at the mountain of a man and then back to Bucky.
“What happened between us is up to Steve to share. I don’t kiss and tell.”
Walking over to the couch and sat down, tucking her legs to the side.
“So what can I do for you, gentlemen? I have an appointment in an hour.”
Steve’s phone rang. Looking down at the screen.
“I apologize. I have to take this.”
Stepping down the hall into one of the bedrooms. Shutting the door behind him. Y/N looks up at Bucky.
“You gonna sit down? I don’t bite unless you pay for it.”
Giggling to herself, patting the couch for Bucky to join her. Which he reluctantly did.
“So what do you want to ask me? I’m sure you would be a bit hesitant with Steve right over your shoulder.”
Rubbing his hands down his denim-covered thighs, sighing.
“How do people even meet each other nowadays?”
“Online mostly, the bar scene is just for casual sex. Well, everything anymore is just for casual sex.”
Scratching the bottom of his chin.
“That’s a thing now? Are people just taking strangers to bed? No flowers, no waiting, getting to know people?”
Draping her hand on his shoulder.
“Uh, not really; people will have sex with someone without even knowing their name.”
His eyebrows knitted in confusion and shock.
“Seriously?”
“Yep, and porn is free now.”
“Free?!”
Snickering to herself.
“Welcome to the age of the internet.”
Y/N touching his flannel-covered bicep. Feeling the tense muscles under the worn fabric.
“And if I wanted to go on a date with just a nice simple girl, no sex?”
“Good luck with that.”
Steve’s boots heavy in the hallway stepping back into the entertainment area.
“So what’s the plan?”
Sliding his phone back into his pants pocket.
“Well, you, Steve, will meet me for lunch at that little Italian place two blocks down tomorrow. And you are going to leave Bucky in my care.”
“Oh?”
Steve smirked, he would never admit it, but he loves a woman in charge. Taking control, being bossy.
Taking Steve by the arm, leading him towards the door. Opening it, giving his arm a little squeeze on the way out.
“Bye Steve, don’t forget tomorrow at 12 o’clock, Italian place.”
“Got it.”
Smiling as she shut the door. Turning back to Bucky.
“No, where were we?”
“I uh, well.”
Looking at her, then down at the floor.
“While you formulate that answer, why don’t you come with me? I have to go get ready for my next client.”
Nodding his head like an obedient child. Y/N tilted her head, pulling the blonde wig off and shaking her hair. Placing the wig with the others. Following her steps down the hall to a large dressing room with her closet, vanity, and a room divider in the corner.
“Why the wigs?”
Bucky questioned as she flipped through her scantily clad strips of fabric.
“So I can be whatever they want me to be.”
Picking out a white lingerie set. Then over to the other side to find an outfit.
“And what about the name? Trixie? Why not just go by Y/N?”
Going behind the room divider unzipped her dress as the fabric fell to the floor.
“Separates me from my job. Shouldn’t you be asking me about the modern woman?”
Her panties were thrown carelessly into the armchair. Bucky attempting to stare a hole in the wall to avoid looking at them.
“So tell me about this uh modern woman.”
“Well-”
Pulling the fabric up above her head.
“Women are far more independent now; we have careers, opinions, leadership; you can’t just harass women anymore. If a woman says no, just leave her alone.”
“That feels like common sense.”
Peeping her head around the corner.
“Unfortunately, it’s not. Also-.”
Shrugging on a jacket.
“Things are a lot different in bed. Besides the casual sex, I mean. Women are open about what they like. Oral sex is way more commonplace now. Hell, I’ve got a guy that comes and pays just to eat me out for half an hour. I haven’t even seen his dick.”
Bucky’s face is now bright red. Chewing the inside of his cheeks. Y/N stepped out behind the divider to show a black suit with pencil skirt and kitten heels. Taking a hair clip from her vanity, twisted it up, then pushed a pencil through it. Seeing Bucky’s face in the reflection.
“Hey, don’t have to worry about all of that yet. Just take it one day at a time.”
Opening the door pulling a business card out.
“If you have any questions, need some advice, or even a good lay, just call me; I promise it’s all between us.”
Patting him on the chest.
“But I apologize that your time is up. My next guy will be here in ten.”
Walking Bucky to the door.
“And what’s he into?”
“He likes me to pretend to be his boss and that if I don’t cum he’ll be fired.”
Bucky, with his body, turned towards her but looked at the door.
Bucky unsure of himself and this new world he's living in. He goes to his pal Steve for help. But the help that he got was unlike any he expected.
Ch 1: 640 words
Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Y/N (aka Trixie)
18+ only
(don't have a regular posting schedule.)
For part two click here
No”
Bucky replied as Steve nodded his head.
“Why not?”
“Because,”
Steve was still confused by his strong declaration.
“Because why?”
Bucky looks up from his beer with tired eyes.
“The last time I talked to a woman was before the winter soldier.”
Steve sat next to him on the couch. Running his thumb over the bottle label. Using the edge of his thumbnail to wrinkle its once-smooth design. Sighing as he patted him on the knee.
“It’s like riding a bike. You’ll get used to it again. I mean they didn’t call you the ladies man of Brooklyn for nothing.”
Bucky not paying much attention to Steve’s words as his fingers traced the condensation on the bottle. His mouth rested into a frown.
“Come on”
Steve pushed himself up from the couch, pulling Bucky up by his metal arm. Sitting the bottle on the coffee table.
“We’re going to see a friend of mine.”
Down the busy streets, the two of them went. Appearing at a narrow alleyway or the edge of New York.
“Isn’t this where Sal’s bar used to be?”
“Ya, that’s how I found the place. I was looking for anything that reminded me of back then. That’s where I ran into my friend Y/N.”
Knocking on the heavy metal door until the small metal slot opened to show a pair of eyes staring back at them.
“Do you have an appointment?”
Steve cleared his throat.
“Actually, I was hoping Trixie was in.”
The eyes squint, then shutting the slot.
“I thought you said her name was Y/N.”
Steve turned his head towards Bucky, speaking in a low voice. A fog coming from his breath.
“Y/N is her real name. Trixie is her professional name.”
“Profess-“
The door opens to reveal her, Y/N standing in the doorway wearing a blonde wig and sparkly dress.
“Steve!?”
Wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him with all her might. Steve softly hugged her back, kissing the top of her head.
“Nice to have your star-spangled ass back here.”
Looking around to see a very confused Bucky.
“Who’s the friend?”
“Trixie, this is my friend Bucky, Bucky Barnes.”
“The Bucky Barnes?”
Pulling her arms away from Steve to shake Bucky’s hand. Reaching out her left hand as he hesitantly reciprocated. The cold metal hand chilled her skin.
“So what brings you and boy America doing in my neck of the woods?”
Steve’s cheeks turned a soft rose color. A color Bucky hadn’t seen since they were kids, before the serum. Something still scares Steve rogers; it’s talking to a beautiful woman.
“Uh, well, Bucky is struggling to readjust to society, and I thought your certain expertise could help him.”
Clearing his throat upon ending the sentence.
“And by readjusting, you mean?”
“Flirting, talking to women. It’s a new world out there for my friend, and I thought you, being my mutual friend, could help out.”
His voice is full of implication tilting his chin down as he looks her in the eyes.
“I see; why don’t you two follow me.”
Taking Bucky by the hand, leading them through the door into a lavish lounge with crushed velvet draping, crystal lights, and the old oak bar that was there when it was Sal’s bar. Bringing them to a corner booth, snapping her fingers at the bartender, then rushing back with two old fashions and a martini.
Bucky was still confused about why this bar was so fancy, full of beautiful women and very few gentlemen.
“Is this some sort of speakeasy or something?”
Y/N giggled as she patted his hand.
“Not exactly.”
“Then what exactly is this place?”
Steve shot back the rest of his drink before she answered.
“This is Kitty’s lounge, the most exclusive Brothel in New York.
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Rewriting the dinner table scene for s 11x 12. Y/N joining them at the dinner table not ready for the awkward conversation
Warnings: NSFW-ish
Ps. Happy Birthday Sam!
The six of us sandwiched at the mills dinner table. Red wine for the adults and water for the miners. Making small talk and pleasantries as Dean held the wine glass with his fist on the stem like some Neanderthal. Jody and Alex were talking about something when I looked away from Sam to see what their conversation was about. Claire with her suspicious smile as she raised an eyebrow.
“You wanna get real, all right lets get real so have you and Henry finally picked a weekend?”
“A weekend to do what?”
“Oh don't play stupid with me you should erase your IM chats if your gonna play coy.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You know to sneak up to Jodie's cabin and screw yourself silly.”
Discomfort covered all the adults' faces as Dean dropped his fork onto the plate.
“Claire!”
“Oh here we go”
Dean scooted his chair back from the table as Sam dropped his napkin.
“This seems like uh Family business.”
The three of us attempted to ease out of our chair as Jody slapped her hand down on the table.
“Sit! Stay”
Claire's little evil smile as she sipped her water. Jody lacing her fingers between each other as she cleared her throat.
“Alex, anything you wanna say?”
Alex was writhing in enough embarrassment to want to die. Hell it made me want to die just sitting across from her.
“Nope”
“Ok well I may have, I definitely have seen birth control pills in your backpack.”
Cass if you can hear me at all. For the love of chuck please come interfere at this moment.
“Oh where going there”
Sam wheezed as Dean sucked in the air through his teeth. My eyes felt as wide as an owl trying to hide the shock on my face. My jaw clenched.
“Oh my god”
Alex moaned trying to hide her face with her sleeve.
“Hey if we don't talk about it we shouldn't be doing it right?”
Looking down at the table at me who somehow got sucked into this.
“Well uh, I mean-”
“Right?”
Looking down at Dean now next to her. Then Sam. No answer
“Im not going to be telling you that your to young to be having sex neither am I going to be telling you.”
“Whos she gonna have sex with? She never talks to anyone.”
Alex chimed.
“Y/N Can you back me up on this please?”
Jody tilting her head giving me the mom look.
“Jody, I'm dating Sam does it look like i'm the one to be using as a north star here?”
“Hey!”
Patting him on the chest.
“Oh please do you think, felon, on FBI’s most wanted, recovering demon blood addict says you've made some good choices?”
“Touché”
“Besides”
Claire grinned as she looked up at us twirling her fork on her plate.
“Those two screw like rabbits.”
“Claire!”
Jody snipped down the table.
“Ya I read all about it in her diary, those two are nasty, dirty little skanks.”
Taking the butter knife in my hand.
“You little shit!”
Jerking her head over to Dean.
“Did you know they did it in the back of the impala, while you were driving down the road?”
Sticking his fingers in his ears as he sang a tune.
“Why I otta-”
Lunging forward as Sam caught me with his arm blocking my move.
“Why don't we get back on the subject here”
Jody's voice rang out over the table.
“What I will tell you Alex is that birth control bills do not prevent STDs. So make sure he suits up every time. And don't plan on him bringing one. Always have one for yourself.”
Claire shifted in her seat as she chewed on a piece of lettuce.
“Now back to you two. There is no way you guys did it for eight hours straight. Sam could not keep that up.”
“Hey!”
“How much did you read there, Malibu barbie?”
“Oh bite me Kim K.”
“Kim K?”
“Oh for that sex tape you two made in-”
“Ok! I think its time for more mashed potatoes!”
Jody announced as she got up with tears in her eyes taking the bowl with her.
This is for @impala-dreamer ‘s drabble challenge. Again. 😂 this is my original prompt, AND I was able to keep it under 500 words this time.
Prompt: super angst
W/C: 400 exactly.
Dean, Cas
Warnings: it’s real angsty y’all
Fire and Ice
Dean had imagined this scenario a thousand times before, watched it play out behind closed eyes, ached for its tangibility for years, but reality was better than anything his mind could fathom.
It felt like kissing a thunderstorm, lightning and fury bottled up inside a trench coat, a force of nature that could obliterate him without breaking a sweat. The anticipation of rejection loomed on the horizon, but never came. Dean opened his eyes, forest burning into sky, and found only confusion.
“Dean?” A million unspoken questions weighed down the single syllable of his name.
“I want this Cas.”
“But I’m not-”
“I don’t care. I don’t care about your vessel, I don’t care what other people might think. I’ve spent my entire life denying myself happiness because of stupid expectations that don’t fucking matter in the end. I want this, I want you, if you’ll have me.”
“Dean.” Castiel reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of his head, tangling fingers in his short hair as he pulled him closer, lips brushing against Dean’s as he spoke. “I will always have you.”
His touch was fire, fingertips embers that felt as though they were igniting his skin, burning his soul wherever they landed. Dean drank in every moan, every scrape of teeth against his flesh, desperate to shed all of his clothes and let Cas consume him from the inside out.
Dean woke with a start, jerking awake with a gasp. He was surrounded by darkness, his weary body cradled by the soft memory foam mattress. Without thinking he reached over to the other side of the bed, reaching for Cas, for comfort. The icy sheets slammed him back into full consciousness as reality came flooding back.
Cas was gone. It would never not be a dream. Somewhere Cas was floating in the same inky abyss, if there was anything left to call Cas at all. Suddenly the darkness was crushing, the silence filling the room sharp. Dean curled into himself, trying desperately to hold himself together, to squeeze out the hole inside that would always be cold and empty, never again lit by blue eyes and a healing touch.
As tears burned tracks down his cheeks, Dean’s mind replayed one phrase, one he would never get the chance to answer, one that haunted him, the one regret he would give anything to fix; “I love you.”
~Bobby Singers niece (aka Y/N) heads out on a hunt with the boys. But they got a bigger surprise than a ghost.~
3,851 words
(Warnings, not much really mostly flirtation, ganking ghosts and avoiding sexual harassment, NSFWish)
Dean banging on the bathroom door.
"Oh come on already I'm sure you look fine!"
"Hold your horses out there, give me just a damn second."
Finishing her lipstick as she opened the door. Pushing Dean out of her way.
"There now you can shit for five minutes and play on your phone for twenty."
His eyes locked on her as she turned to talk to Sam who was also starring. Coughing as he sat up on the edge of the wilted mattress.
"Wow you look um"
"In costume and you look like a loser"
Dean choked down a laugh behind her. As she rotated her head.
"And what are you supposed to be? An insurance agent?"
Puffing out his chest as he crossed his arms.
"It's James bond"
"No, James Bond doesn't wear a necktie, he wears a bow tie. Did you even see thunder bowl or golden gun?"
Pulling off his neck tie shuffling through his duffle. Shifting back to her original stance.
"Back to you Sammy. How are we supposed to go to a costume party if you're not even in costume? You'll stick out."
"Oh they won't be looking at me"
He muttered under his breath as he glanced at her feet.
Dean pulled the strip of fabric out of the bag as he began tying it around his neck.
"No but seriously Sam you gotta go as something. Let me draw some cat whiskers or something.
"Oh no no no."
Placing his hand out.
"No makeup anywhere near my face."
"What afraid you'll like it?”
Y/N winking at him as she pretended to reach for her makeup bag.
“No”
He gruffed.
“Could you at least put on a flannel and pretend to look like a lumberjack?”
“Fine”
Rolling his eyes as she turned to Dean who was struggling with his bow tie. Pushing his shoulder so he stood straight in front of her.
“What do you two idiots do when I'm not around?"
Her eyes solely focused on the tie as he focused on the shirt collar necklace snug against the base of her neck.
“There prefect”
Dusting off his shoulders as she saw Sam in the reflection of the mirror, his shoulders broad and bare while he grabbed a flannel from his duffle. Shaking her head as she snapped herself out of the trance.
They had been working together on and off since they were teenagers. Meeting them through her uncle Bobby one summer. They never made a move, never so much as a second glance when she walked into the room. Or so she thought. Her uncle Bobby has a strict no hunters rule. I mean her and Dean did make out once one night while Sam was gone to college and he needed a translator for a case. But Bobby said and Dean quoted. If I catch even the faintest thought you tried something with her, I'll have you head on a spike. It was drawn up to a drunken mistake and never spoken of after hangover breakfast that morning.
“You ready to go?”
Dean grabbing the keys for the impala off the top of the TV.
“Sure let me just-”
Adjusting her corset, maneuvering her gun down her cleavage and the extra clips under her boobs. Looking up to see both of them jerking their heads away quickly. Out the hotel door and to the impala as her heels clicked against the pavement. Sam whispered to Dean.
“Did you know-”
“I certainly didn't know she was a bombshell, damn"
“I mean she hides it under all those baggy t shirts and combat boots.”
Opening the impala door as she kicked back the passenger seat climbing in with her cotton tale stuck up in the air. Pulling the seat back into the correct position as Sam climbed in. Dean rounding to the drivers side.
“How can anything related to Bobby look like that, again I say, damn.”
Turning over the engine as Joan Jett came on and Y/N sang along in the back seat. Sitting in the middle bopping along to the music. Dean couldn't stop looking back as she mouthed the words to herself. Her boobs shoved up to her neck in that costume. All Dean could think to himself was thank Chuck for Hugh Hefner.
The party was located at this warehouse that is supposed to be haunted by a child who died there working in the factory during the industrial revolution. Taking fingers and limbs as prizes.
Sneaking in through the back into the main part of the factory. Lights beaming, music blaring and the stench of candy vomit and alcohol at an all time high.
“So we make our way across the floor and see any signs, any other doors, see what some people working may know.”
“Uh huh”
“Ya”
Y/N couldn't figure out why they looked like they were in the twilight zone until she turned her head and saw an angel/demon combo of girls dancing on each other.But the boys were not looking at them. Rubbing down her eyebrows.
“You two are insufferable.”
“I'm sorry, what did you say?”
Shaking her head as she walked out pretending to dance as she squeezed between people on the floor. Making headway to the bar where the bartender smiled.
“What can I get you tonight baby girl?”
Licking his bottom lip pulling it in with his teeth.
“Can I get a jack and coke”
“Coming right up”
Swirling doing tricks with the bottles as he made the drink topping it with a cherry garnish.
Leaning over the bar to hear him over the music.
“What do I owe you?”
“Oh nothing baby. Not a damn thing.”
“Ok weirdo”
Winking at her as she took the drink and turned. Holding the bunny ears as she took a long and deep sip. Looking around the room to see an elevator shaft hiding under the set of stairs to the VIP box. Pretending to party as she twirled across the floor and to the old timey elevator shaft pulling the latus style metal barrier back.
Meanwhile Sam and Dean were exploring a hallway that they found on the other side of the factory. Dean looking around the corner.
“You know I feel bad leaving Y/N alone to investigate by herself. Maybe I should go find her.”
“Why so you can ogle at her some more?”
“You have to admit its a bit shocking to see Y/N looking like that. I mean could you imagine Bobby’s face if he saw her in a playboy costume?”
“Ya especially left loose around you.”
“What can I say, im irresistible?”
“Whatever she was looking at me earlier.”
Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother as they went deeper into the factory.
“Since when have you cared if Y/N was looking at you?”
“Probably about the same time you did”
“And when do you think that would be?”
“When you also saw she has a heart tattoo on the bottom of her ass cheek.”
“Well unfortunately I did miss that. I'll have to look later, you know, for science.”
“Do you feel kind of slimy, you know, I mean it's Y/N Y/L/N.”
“I mean she’s always been kind of cute But Bobby has a no Y/N rule.”
“I know and he made it very clear every time we stopped by so I put it out of my mind."
"But she's all grown up and out from under Bobby's thumb. It just surprises me that you never made a move regardless of Bobby's wishes."
“I mean there was this one time, but she had just turned nineteen and I borrowed her for a case. I vaguely remember her tongue on the inside of my teeth. We were both tispy and flirty. But the sound of her vomiting in the bushes was enough to turn anyone off.”
“Well that's a shame, I guess she’ll just have to bunk with me tonight.”
“Not if she agrees to share a bed with me first.”
“Oh you're on.”
Y/N hitting the basement level as the gate creaked open and the elevator hissed. Holding both club supplies and old factory equipment she pulled the match from behind her ear striking it on the gruff stone floor. Bottles of liquor in boxes, stacks of promotion flier boxes, glasses, then like a shift to old sewing equipment, rolls of half chewed fabric and rat dropping beside them.
“Well that's a health code violation.”
Loom parts broken scattered on shelves. Then rusting behind Y/N as she began to reach for the gun in her cleavage. A short stocky guy coming around the corner.
“Are you supposed to be down here, miss?”
Turning on her valley girl voice and her big doe eyes.
“Hi my name is Tiffany, I just started working bottle service like last weekend. Anyway we ran out of Bacardi upstairs and Mike asked me to come down here and get three bottles.”
“Mike?”
“Ya, Mike he's the promoter this weekend? Have you not been introduced to him?”
“No?”
“Ooh that's not good.”
“Well maybe you can introduce me when we head back up stairs, do you need help finding the bottles?”
“Possibly, I got distracted by all this old stuff.”
“Ya boss says he’s getting rid of it next week.”
“Oh, why not donate it to a museum or something?”
“It's all just a bunch of junk, broken parts, nothing works, the only thing that could actually be worth something is a pair of kids shoes.”
“Kids shoes?”
“Ya they looked worn”
“Can I see?”
“Oh”
He smiled, blowing out her match with a huff setting his flashlight down.
“You didn't come down here for any Bacardi did you?”
“No I did”
“I think-”
Backing her against a metal shelf as it squeaked.
“You came down here hoping to find something else.”
Her posture grew tense as his voice deepened.
“I think you heard I was coming down here and wanted to meet me here.”
“Oh?”
“I see my reputation precedes me.”
Reaching his hand down to pull up her leg as she grabbed his arm, twisting it flipping him backwards. Shoving him onto his knees as she dug her heel into his calf.
“Nice try there humpty dumpty but pull that shit again and I will personally add another hole to your body.”
Whimpering as she shoved him with her heel crawling to get away from her. Crying as he ran up the stairs. Passing Sam and Dean who hid their guns behind their backs,
“That bitch is crazy.”
Returning to their ready positions thinking that he was referring to the ghost as Dean flipped the switch on his flashlight, seeing Y/N dust herself off.
“Would you be the bitch he was referring to was crazy?”
“What you cant try and donald trump me and believe you’ll get away with it.”
“Donald trump you?”
Sam leaning into his ear.
“She means grabbing her by the pus-”
“Ok! Nice to know you can take care of yourself.”
“I'm sorry who saved whose ass in Middleton when that demon was possessing that bobcat that nearly ate your face off.”
“Touché”
A cold breeze drifted through the basement as Y/N shuttered realizing what it was then pulling out her gun and loading the clip. Grabbing the forgotten flashlight by the Neanderthal moments ago.
“Well I think we're dealing with a cursed object. A pair of children’s shoes are somewhere in here according to Mcdooshepants.”
“Ok so Dean you go that way, me and Y/N will go this way.”
“And why are you going with Y/N?”
“Because”
“Maybe she wants to go with me.”
Huffing as she looked at the brothers.
“Maybe I would like to get this job done while you two weirdos fight over whatever pissing contest you two have going.”
Descending into the shelves of long forgotten inventory as Sam and Dean muttered some insult to one another heading off in different directions.
“I swear whatever those two are up to, I just hope it doesn't involve me.”
Scanning rows of inventory pulling out boxes when Sam came up beside her looking on the higher shelves.
"Any luck up there?"
"Not yet"
Clearing his throat as he pulled a box down looking through its contents.
"So, are you seeing anyone?"
Looking around with the flashlight and then back up at him.
"No, you're the only person I see for now. Why are you seeing someone?"
"No"
He chuckled, putting the box back up on the shelf.
"I mean dating, are you dating anyone right now?"
"Since when do you care if I'm dating anyone?"
"Just making conversation"
"Well our conversations usually go, have you read the newest research on whatever creature? Or trying to put me up to whatever childish prank you want to pull on Dean."
"Just trying to branch out."
"To answer your question, no I'm not seeing anyone."
"Really?"
"That surprises you?"
"Ya, I mean kind of."
Moving on to the shelf on the other side as she shined the flashlight up and down the shelving.
"Most guys aren't interested in a woman who can beat their ass."
"You just need someone who challenges you."
"Mentally or physically?"
"Both I guess."
Sam's phone rang, it was Dean.
"Hello"
"Hey where did you go? I turned around for five seconds and you're gone."
"Oh I thought Y/N might need some help."
"Seriously?! Two can play that game."
Hanging up the phone. In just a moment bumping into Y/N on the other side as she was crouched down shifting through a box of parts.
"Why are you down on the ground? How rude of Sam not to offer to get down there for you."
Y/N Standing up shining the flashlight at Dean.
"It's not a big deal, I'm shorter anyway so it's easier for me to get down there."
Sam sticking his tongue out at Dean over her head.
The three of them stumbled over each other searching rather frantically as time ticked on. Sam dug through a box pulling his arm out quickly dangling the small shoes over his fingers.
"Bingo!"
Y/N rushing over to examine the shoes as they heard footsteps trotting down the stairway. The voices in the distance carrying on a conversation. The three of them rushing to a back corner crouching down.
"I'm telling you she was hot but she was like crazy. I thought she had come for a little bit of Tom action but she threatened to and I quote add another hole. What does that even mean?!."
Y/N laughing at him to herself knowing he was referring to her.
"On the hot to crazy raito she was flew off the charts. She said she was working bottle service but I didn't see her after that."
Shuffling Through boxes and bottles clinking against each other.
"I'm telling you man bitches be crazy. I'm sure she wasn't even that hot. You just have low standards"
Y/N bobbing her head forward tensing her shoulders.
"Easy killer"
Sam whispered as the two gentlemen loaded up the dolly cart heading towards the elevator. The clinking of the elevator as it shifted on and up. Dean extended his hand to Y/N to help her up.
"You threatened to add another hole?"
Raising an eyebrow In her direction.
"It was a little more implying than that."
Looking at their packages and back up at them. Both of them gritting their teeth parting their lips back in fear.
"Well that's, scary."
"Are we gonna salt and burn them or what?"
Looking down at the shoes as Sam looked at her.
"Huh?"
"Have you two gone deaf? Are we gonna salt and burn the shoes or what?"
"Yeah"
"Ya"
Ripping some cloth from the leftover spool soaking it in alcohol as Dean poured salt in the shoes. Wrapping the shoes in the cloth setting them on the stone floor. Setting aflame to the cloth.
Standing around the small fire as Y/N shifted from one heel to the other.
"Why don't you boys go upstairs and enjoy yourselves. I'll finish this up."
"No way!"
Sam snapped as he cleared his chest.
"What Sam meant to say as we don't want to leave you with this. Besides, not exactly our scene up there."
"When have two ever turned down slutty, drunk chicks. That's like your type right?"
"Not tonight"
"So we hitting up a bar after this or something?"
"Naw we should just head back to the motel and call it a night."
"Since when did you two get so stiff? The infamous ladies man Dean Winchester and skirt chasing Sam not up for getting some tail?"
Dean crossed his arms smiling.
"It sounds like you want to go out on the prowl tonight."
"Pfft no.".
Raising up the side of her lip in disgust.
"Guys don't look at me like that."
"Did you not hear that Tom guy? I mean look at you, you're totally hot."
Dean's eyes opened realizing the statement he made. Which totally went over Y/N's head
"Oh thank you, that creepy Tom guy thinks I'm attractive. Way to boost my mood."
Climbing up the stairs with a case of booze and out the back to the Impala. Dean chucking Y/N the keys. Catching them as her expression grew in shock.
"Why are you giving me the keys?"
"Because you're driving, that's why."
Tilting her head to the left.
"Are you ok? Did you get hexed or something?"
"No."
Squaring his shoulders off.
"Beautiful cars should be driven by beautiful girls."
Y/N blushing as Sam rolled his eyes.
Shoving Sam in the back seat as Dean called shotgun. Y/N gripping the steering wheel as she turned the engine over.
Dean struggled the whole trip back to the motel not being a backseat driver. Wanting her to drive as he did. Sam reminded Dean that she was a big girl and could handle herself. Y/N looking back at Sam in the rearview fluttering her lashes. Pulling up to their door, turning off the Impala handing Dean the keys back.
Turning the key in the door beginning to take off her heels as soon as the door swung open.
"Time to get these damn things off."
Chuckling as she tossed them into her bag.
"So-"
Sam sighed as he plopped down on the bed next to her laying back placing his hands behind his head.
"So?"
"It's getting pretty late. Which bed do you think-"
Dean opened the door with a bottle of jack in one hand and a six pack of coke in the other.
"Now it's time to party."
Handing her the coke as she tapped on the top then popped the tab.
"I remembered that you like coke with your jack."
"Thanks"
Sensing some tension between the two as she took the first sip of her drink. They passed the bottle between the three of them. Half the bottle was gone when Y/N stood up pulling the ears off of her head.
"Well I'm gonna go change into my pajamas I'll be right back."
Taking her bag, stepping into the bathroom. As Sam and Dean bickered between themselves.
"Oh she so wants me."
"Please you should have seen the way she looked at me driving back."
"All I know is that if she starts climbing me like a tree you better take a hike."
"Whatever Dean if she's getting hot and heavy with anybody it'll be-"
The bathroom door creaking open. Y/N stepping out in sweatpants and a baggy T Shirt her hair up in a sloppy bun.
"And just like Cinderella's carriage at-"
Looking at the nightstand clock.
"2:30 AM I turn into a pumpkin again."
"Whatever"
Sam scoffed heading towards the fridge pulling out another coke. Shaking it slightly before he turned back to face the two. Handing it to Y/N as she popped the top, soda spewing all over her pajamas and face.
"Ah damn it!"
Wiping the sticky liquid from her cheek.
"I am so sorry I didn't realize it hadn't settled from the vending machine. Here-"
Reaching in his bag pulling out a shirt.
"You can borrow mine until we head to the laundromat."
"Thanks"
Nodding as she set the half full soda on the nightstand heading into the bathroom.
"You totally did that on purpose."
"How dare you Dean."
Sam cleaning up the floor and the runoff on the can.
"I would never purposely fizz up a pop just so she would have to wear one of my shirts."
"You're a sneaky son of a bitch you know that right?"
"Learned from the best"
As he stood up winking at his brother. Y/N was busy cleaning her shirt in the shower.
"I swear something is going on with those two. They've never been like this. It's like someone struck them with a stupid stick."
Ringing out the shirt tossing it haphazardly on the shower rod as she came back out into the room. Dean standing up yawning.
"Well guess it's time for bed."
Sam echoed.
"Ya sounds good"
Dean unbuckled his belt letting his pants shimmy to the floor. Trying to be all cute not even realizing that Y/N wasn't paying him any attention. She was actually heading out the room to the impala.
Turning confused hoping for Y/N's reaction.
"Dammit!"
Entering back in the room with a book in hand Y/N sat down at the press wood table flipping open the novel she had purchased. Turning on the lamp in the corner. Sam looking in her direction as he came out of the bathroom in v neck and some plaid pj pants.
"Are you not tired?"
Holding her spot as she closed the book.
"I just wanted to read a few pages before bed, you know help me unwind."
"Ya totally"
The boys closed their eyes pretending to sleep until they actually fell asleep.
Dean gently rolled, reaching out to feel Y/N in his bed but it was cold. No imprint or any indication she came to his bed. Groaning because he had to accept defeat.
Sam at some point in the night had grabbed the decorative pillow and held it close. Imagining Y/N had slipped under his covers and pleaded with him to wrap her in his warm muscular arms. The only warmth he had found was the drool pool he had left on the pillow. Wiping it from the corner of his mouth. Opening one eye to see Y/N slumped over the table head book with the light still on.
Reaching over smacking Dean's hand that was hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Huh?"
"Look"
"Dammit Sam I don't wanna see-"
Opening his eyes to see Y/N’s nose dive into her book. Chuckling to himself.
"I see the better man won."
"Yes"
Sam snickered.
"Mr. Darcy may have won last night but it's still a two day trip back to Bobby's.”
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When Dean’s wife makes a joke about his age he feels the need to show her that age is just a number.
*Happy 43rd birthday Dean Love from your future baby mamma
Warning: Weapons, insinuating smut, fluff
The gusty January wind blowing against the window of the cabin awakening Y/N with a jolt. Reaching for her knife under the pillow until she realized it was just the wind. Causing Dean to awaken from his now regular five hours of sleep. Y/N has finally convinced him that rest is much needed. Scrooching into her nestling his shoulders towards her as she reached behind, feeling of his face.
“Good morning handsome”
Kissing the inside of her palm as it reached his lips.
“Good morning my beautiful wife.”
Flipping over to see him Y/N couldn't help but smile, he looked so cute first thing in the morning, hair all ruffled and his voice deep and gruff. Despite his heinous morning breath she still gave him a quick kiss.
“I do believe that someone has a birthday today.”
“Oh no”
Kissing her on the forehead.
“I called and canceled that like a month ago.”
“Dean, you cannot simply cancel your birthday. Birthdays are not for you, they are for those who love you.”
“Then I would just like to cancel being forty-three”
“And why would you cancel that?”
“Because the back pain, beginning to need reading glasses and all these stupid vitamins you have me on. I didn't need that shit in my twenties.”
“You probably did, I just make sure you take them now. Wait, now that your 43 makes you six years older than me."
"Ya? Only until April then it goes back to five years."
"Looks like I'm married to an old man."
Raising an eyebrow at her as he licked the inside of his cheek.
"Oh really you're gonna play that card? I'll show you an old man."
Climbing on top of her kissing down her neck as he reached unbuttoning Y/N’s pajama shirt.
Three rounds later she laid there exhausted, barely able to breath. Pushing herself up onto her elbows to grab a glass of water as the birthday boy came back into our room with Gatorade popping the top off handing it to her.
"You better drink some of that. You look a little flushed."
Smiling a cocky smile as pulled his underwear back off climbing into bed. Pulling Y/N into his chest. Her back pressed against him as Y/N sat the sports drink on the table after some long sips. His calloused hand roaming down her soft hips to the bottom of her stomach.
"Dean please? I am so tired. You've worn me out before the day even got started."
Snickering into Y/N’s shoulder as he kissed it.
"I thought I was an old man? Can't keep up with grandpa?"
Pulling back to lay flat on the bed with Dean's arm as a pillow.
"Well grandpa I'm tired and if you don't quit your backs gonna be thrown out of whack."
"All I'm hearing is that you're topping next time."
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When Dean finds out about his girls terrible first time, he takes it upon himself to recreate the moment.
*Warnings 18+, smut, corruption kink, innocence kink, first time, role play, general fluff*
*Side note: Please be gentle this is my first time post a Y/N fanfic
Sitting on the hood of the Impala enjoying a nightcap as they started into the dim light of the motel 6 sign. Dean was unimpressed with the surroundings expect for her. Accidentally getting attached to a social worker who was almost murdered by a demon possessing a child he scooped her up and they had been on the road ever since. It was still new, fresh—the part where your all nervous and still pretty unknown to one another.
Dean propping his hand behind his head as he leaned against the windshield.
"Let's play 20 questions."
Y/N taking a sip of her beer. The brown glass bottle faintly touching her lips as she tipped it back.
"Ok shoot you first"
"Ok favorite ice cream"
"Butter pecan, favorite movie?"
"Untouchables. What was your favorite subject in school?"
"Well I guess English. Not the writing part but I love to read. What's your favorite kind of coffee."
"Hot and available."
Winking as he took his free arm to bring her in.
"Which I'm hoping you are."
Rolling her eyes at him Y/N couldn't resist his charm if she tried.
"Ok you big goof what your next question?"
"Ok if there was anything you could change, what would it be?"
Thinking about it for a moment as she pressed her finger to her lips.
"I could think of a few things. Like when I decided that green rubber bands on my braces where a good idea."
"Ouch"
"Ya and then there's the time in college where I though of putting tequila, peach snaps and a red bull together and shotgunning it was a good idea."
"All very good choices."
"But I guess the one that takes the cake was my first time."
Sitting up, fully concentrating on her face. Afraid someone had hurt his girl even long before he had met her. Anger was about to push to the surface.
"What about your first time?"
His tone was sharper, more on edge. Patting him on the chest.
"Easy killer. It wasn't anything bad. It just wasn't good. I had been dating this guy for a month or so, and you know how teenage hormones are. He had taken me to the spring dance, and his parents were out of town for the weekend. So we went to his house, he put on Barry Manilow."
Dean was already snickering at her story once his body released the tension from moments ago.
"And we took off our clothes; he put a condom on and just straight stuck it in. No warm-up, nothing."
Taking a sip of his beer as Y/N continued the story.
"It was like fucking low-grade sandpaper."
Spitting his beer out as he covered his mouth with his hand.
"I'm serious. It was maybe a four-pump situation, and then he pulled out, threw the condom away, and made pizza pockets; that part was ok. But the noises he made were like a whale dying on the beach."
Barely containing his laughter as he sucked in his lips, Dean couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.
"Ya, ya laugh it up. I'm sure you weren’t much better than him your first time."
While that was partially true, it gave Dean an idea. Next case, next town, they rolled up to a house on the edge of the suburbs.
"What are we doing here? The victim lives here or something?"
"No"
Opening up the door of the Impala.
"This is where we're staying."
"Are we breaking in or something?"
"No, smartass, I found it on that Airbnb thing."
"You used Airbnb?"
"Why do you look so surprised?"
"It's just a little out of your normal scope, is all."
Walking up, finding the house keys under the flowerpot like the email instructed, Dean swung open the door duffle bag over his shoulder.
"Welcome home."
Finding the primary bedroom setting their bags down, Dean shuffled around in his. Handing Y/N a notebook.
"Here, I’m gonna run into town and grab us some food, and you do some research."
Headed out the door rather hurriedly when she looked down at the notebook labeled "diary" with duct tape. Opening to see a diary entry clearly written in Dean's handwriting with little heart doodles all over the page. It read
Dear Diary,
Tonight might be the night me, and Dean finally go all the way. I can't believe how cute he is and how tasty his lips are. With mom and Dad gone on the cruise for the week, I'm finally ready. I'm going to give my virginity to Dean Winchester. God, I hope I don't mess this up. I mean, I have only been to second base and third base like once, but that doesn't even count because it was a total accident. Anyway all for now
-xoxo Y/N
Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this was a joke. Because if it was, it wasn't funny. Reaching for her phone in her pocket, she dialed Dean, picking up after the second ring.
"Hey baby"
"Hey"
"Your parents still out of town?"
Y/N beginning to get annoyed at the joke.
"I didn't tell you that story so that you could make fun of me with it. Just because I made fun of it doesn't mean you get to."
Dean used his chin to hold the phone as he went through the grocery store’s isles.
"Whoah, whoah, what are you talking about?"
"If this is your idea of a joke or a prank, I will say I'm not a fan."
"Y/N, Y/N, not that's not it at all."
Sighing as he held the phone in his hand.
"I was trying to roleplay with you a little bit. That you were some innocent virgin and I was the school’s residential bad boy. I thought I could recreate that moment for you and make it better. Who knows just how to please you."
Her cheeks and the ends of her ears turned pink as she thought about the gesture. He even rented a house in the suburbs so that it felt more real.
"Oh"
Y/Ns tone was more bashful than before.
"Is that ok with you?"
Dean unsure of her response based on the chewing out he just got a minute ago. Then the hangup tone. Great Dean thought to himself. That Airbnb shit was not easy at all. And I-
The phone rang again it was her.
"Hey"
"Hey baby"
Her voice was soft and sweet.
"My parents are still on that cruise; if you want to come over tonight?"
"Oh really?"
His flirtatious tone poured into his words.
"Ya, I thought maybe we could, study."
"Oh"
Dean, a grown man, standing in the frozen food Isle biting the inside of his lip all giddy.
"And what will be studying, baby girl."
"Anatomy or possibly Chemistry"
Her words laced in innuendo.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm passing that with flying colors. So I will see you later."
"Bye Dean"
Her voice was light and flirty.
"Bye Y/N"
Ending the phone call as she rushed into the bedroom, dumping out the contents of her bathroom bag. Jumping into the shower shaving her legs, dreaming of what Dean was like in high school. Not the real version, but if this play pretend where real and he was the bad boy, and she was the innocent virgin who sat in front of him in class. Butterflies entered her belly as she got dressed, shaking out her hair, hearing a knock at the door.
Sliding through the hardwood living room in her socks until she reached the door.
Opening it to find dean standing in jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. He was stretched out in the doorframe, one arm propped up, the other holding a six-pack of cheap beer—a toothpick in his mouth.
"Hi"
Swallowing hard as her eyes darted up to meet his gaze.
"Hi"
Y/N motioned him in as he shut the door behind himself.
"Nice place you got here."
Dean looked around at the different knick-knacks lightly scattered around the rental to give it a home-like feel.
"Thanks, we just moved here a while back.”
Setting the six-pack on the kitchen island as he pulled two from their plastic rings and popped the top, handing one to her.
“And how did you get beer.”
Turning it up as he elongated his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed as he sat it back down.
“Went to the next town over, used a fake ID.”
Well, that wasn’t a lie. Partly in pretend, but also it was some shit beer. Sheepishly picking up the beer, turning it up for a short sip, then scrunching her face in disgust.
“So, I guess you don’t drink much.”
Taking another long swig of his beer, then set it down on the counter, propping up against the counter. Y/N was still a solid five inches shorter than him with him propped up like this.
“No, no, I uh- I don’t drink much.”
Taking his pointer finger and thumb with his available hand tilting her chin up to his face,
“Pretty girl like you must get invited to all sorts of parties.”
Those candy apple green eyes and freckles locked in her attention as he batted his lashes and a side-cocked smile. She was actually getting nervous. Y/N, who had seen Dean slip and slide in monster guts. Who had seen him flip his underwear inside out because he didn’t want to do laundry. The same Dean who used his leg as an imaginary guitar for the solo of welcome to the jungle.
“I’m not sure you gathered, but I mostly keep to myself.”
Batting her lashes softly at him, watching his facade begin to unwrap under those Y/E/C eyes.
“Well, that’s a shame, I figured-.”
Standing up again, his frame towering over her as he pulled on her tank top strap,
“Boys had been lining up to beat down your door before I came along.”
Y/Ns breath hitching as she looked from his hands to his eyes again.
“No, most guys aren’t into the whole, quite, bookish type.”
“But that’s what I like about you, see-”
Closing in what little space was between them already as he lifted his hand to her face stroking her cheek.
“I think you’ve been looking for someone to see you-”
Leaning in his lips, brushing her ear, his breath sent chills down her spine.
“And want to corrupt you. To see you not as inexperienced, but untapped potential.”
Pulling away from her ear to see her chest red and blotchy from the flush. Her cheeks were pink as well.
“I’ve imagined how hot you look when you cum. Especially the first time on my cock.”
Placing her hand on his chest, her breathing shallow as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Uh Dean”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“This will be my first time not just with you, but ever.”
He tilted his head to the side and pushed her hair off her shoulders.
“I presumed, I've always wanted to take something so pure, so pristine like you and just dirty, it, up. But I promise I’ll be gentle because not only am I going to take your virginity, I’m gonna make you love it. I’m gonna make you crave it, crave me. I’m gonna make you my own personal slut.”
Taking Y/N by the hand, leading her up the stairs into the bedroom. Turning on the bedside lamp as he shut the door behind him. Pulling off his leather jacket one arm at a time. Laying it down on the chest at the foot of the bed.
“I’ve pictured it in my head a million times what you look like under that top. What kind of panties you wear.”
Bringing her face to his as their slow kisses began to pick up the pace. Y/Ns tongue darting into his mouth, pawing at the bottom of his shirt, taking his hands intertwining his fingers with hers.
“Not yet, my little angel. I’m gonna take my time unwrapping you, stripping you of your halo and wings.”
Returning his lips to hers as he wrapped his arms around her. Spreading her legs as he placed his leg between hers. His thigh brushed up against hers as she began to grind into him. Kissing down her neck as his hands reached for the button of her jeans.
“Why don’t we get you out of these pants, pretty girl, so that I can see those delicious legs of yours?”
Kissing down Y/Ns neck onto her collarbone as he began to tug the sides of her pants down from the belt loops. Leaving a hickey right above her right breast as he pulled his mouth from her examining her legs as she stood there pants around her ankles and white tube socks. Dean’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction.
“I knew it. Absolutely amazing.”
Kicking out of the pants as she turned an eyebrow up in Dean’s direction.
“Are you going to take off anything, or are you just going to screw me fully dressed?”
His brows knitting together as he thought of a crafty response.
“Well, well well. For a girl who claims to be so shy and bookish, your awfully bold in telling me what to do.”
Stretching up to meet her as he saw a smile on her face.
“Go ahead then, baby, take off my shirt.”
Reaching for the bottom hem, dragging it up slowly until she could no longer reach, requiring him to finish taking it off throwing it across the room.
“Now, my girl I want you to kiss down my chest like I did yours.”
Reuniting their lips as she trailed down his jaw, neck, leaving an almost matching hickey at the base of his neck. Her kisses were soft and wet against his warm skin. Lowly moaning from her touch as she used his arm to pull herself back up. Scooping her up in his arms bridal style onto the center of the bed as he finished undressing before joining her. His gray boxer briefs the only thing covering him.
In a classic missionary fashion, on top of her as they began making out. The tempo faster paced than before. Fingers in hair, pulling off her tank top to revile a lacy bralette underneath.
“Oooh, I like that.”
Her hair was like a halo surrounding her face as he picked up one of Y/Ns legs, digging his fingers into the thigh. He was grinding into her like he couldn't get enough. There they were, a woman in her mid-twenties and a man nearly thirty dry humping like a couple of high school kids anxious and horny for one another.
Dean had honestly gotten lost in the fantasy to remember his plan. It wasn’t until the erection in his boxers was unignorable and prominent that he remembered what he was actually doing. Both of them were lightly sweating and panting as he removed his lips from hers.
“Are you ready to really get started, my little angel?”
“Yes”
“And are you sure it’s me that you want to take that halo from you?”
“Yes”
His smile was dirty and cocky as she scooted back, pulling her underwear down throwing it on the floor. Laying down on his stomach between her legs, looking at her already wet and waiting for him. His eyes looked up at hers as she nodded one more time in approval.
Planting wet kisses on her clit as she sturred settling into the bed, grabbing a handful of sheets.
“This babygirl is your clit. It has so many nerve endings for all sorts of fun. The more I play with it, the wetter you get. Some women can even get off on just playing with this alone. Tell me, my beautiful angel, have you ever played with this before?”
“Yes”
She whispered as he ran his finger along her lips. Quickly kissing her clit a time or two during his monolog.
“Oh, is that so?”
Shaking her head as she tried not to dig her heel into his back, making him go back in.
“Apparently, my angel has a crooked halo. How do you do it, baby? How does my girl please herself?”
She was trying to recall the high school version of Y/N versus the grown adult who has a vibrator in her bag.
“I grind against my teddy bear.”
Biting his bottom lip as he looked at Y/N, knowing that was true at some point in her life.
“Naughty naughty girl. And did that ever make you cum?”
“No”
“Oh, I see.”
Beginning to kiss again as he wet his lips, slightly sucking with each kiss.
“So I’ll be having your first orgasm too. How gratifying it is to know that I will have you wholly addicted to me by the time this is through.”
Holding her butt in his hands as he continued to work on her. Small moans escaped her lips as she wrapped one hand in his hair.
“Now I’m about to begin stretching you out, ok? It will feel slightly different, a little more, well full. But there's a spot inside of you that, if I rub against it will,l make you feel even better. Is that ok with you?”
“Yyesss”
She moaned as he placed one finger into the second knuckle. Then the second finger into the second knuckle. Pumping in and out slowly as Dean continued to lap at her clit. Feeling her clench around his finger for the second time, he knew she was getting close. Pulling his mouth and hand from her as he grabbed the condom from the bedside table, putting it on as Y/N watched with anticipation.
Spreading her legs for him as he hovered just in front of her.
“Are you sure your ready?”
Nodding her head at him, looking down at her chest, noticing that she still had on the bralette. Reaching underneath her, snapping the hooks as the fabric lost its form. Y/N throwing it on the floor with the rest of the clothes.
“There, I needed to see and play with those amazing tits before this was all over.”
Kissing each one as they grew hard to his touch.
“Close your eyes, and I will go slow. But if you need me to slow down or stop, just tell me, ok?”
“Ok”
The first small thrust in as Y/N breathed in the familiar feeling. Slowly inch by, inching, pushing himself into her as he filled her. Dean’s tempo was slow as he grinded into her. Moving between kissing her breasts, her lips, and her shoulders. Grabbing the pillow beside them, placing it under her hips as she moaned deeper.
“There so I can make sure I get every single inch of you.”
His strokes were deep and hard. Returning to the edge of an orgasm as she called out Deans name.
“Oh fuck Dean, shit, oh Dean!”
A drop of sweat dripped from his chest onto her.
“That’s it my girl, come undone for me. I want to see that angelic face in pure ecstasy as you cum on this cock. Your mine now, babygirl. My own personal little deviant.”
Her orgasm came on strong as she throbbed around his dick—that tingly feeling coursing throughout her brain as her limbs clenched and released. Dean’s orgasm soon followed, propped on his forearms, sucking the breath from her lungs with a kiss.
Y/N pulled up the sheets as Dean left the room and went through the house. Pulling out as he shuffled to the bathroom bowlegged as he threw the condom away and found his boxers on the floor. When Dean reappeared with a plate full of pizza pockets and better beer, she brought the pillow from under her hips back to its original place.
“An after sex snack with m’lady”
“Why, thank you, good sir,”
Setting the food on the table as he crawled into bed beside her propped up against the headboard as Y/N fished his shirt out of the floor, pulling it over her head. Bringing her into his wing as he cracked open a beer for them to share and the plate of pizza pockets on top of the comforter.
“So I have to ask, was that better than your first, first time?”
“You don’t even have to ask, pretty boy.”
Patting him on the chest as she reached for a pizza pocket.
