Eternally Daydreaming

Thursday. A zoom call with friends. Just drinking and shooting the shit. Y/N was stretched out on their bed, laptop propped up on a pillow as she tried to follow the hyper conversation. Everyone had a story, everyone had some new craft they’d discovered. She was trying sourdough, they were getting into rug tufting, he made a chair from a fallen branch in the yard. Y/N felt like she was wasting her lockdown, but whatever, the stacks of books in the living room weren’t going to read themselves.

Jensen seemed particularly animated, listening intently and laughing that full-body laugh that she loved so much. In turn, he regaled the group with his new workout routine, and showed off how big his biceps were getting. He also used the word ‘swol’ more often than anyone his age should, but he was having fun. He was also making her extremely needy. He looked too good. He’d been away too long. 

When the wine was gone and the conversation naturally wanned, friends waved their goodbyes and signed off, leaving Y/N and her man alone. 

“That was fun,” he said with a beaming smile. “I needed that.” 

Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and cocked a brow. “You know what I need?” 

Her tone told him exactly what she needed. He leaned forward, crossing his swol arms to rest on his knees and looked into the camera. “What’s that, baby?” His voice softened, his lips puckered gently. 

Y/N kicked her knees up, bringing the laptop closer. “You.” She ran a finger down her chest, teasing it around her covered nipple. Her shiver made him hum with lustful interest. 

“Is that right?” He licked his lips. “Wish I was there. Miss you so fucking much.” 

She moaned quietly and pouted. “Me too. Need your lips…” 

“Where do you need them?” 

“Here…” She squeezed her tits. 

“Mmm…” He inhaled deeply. “I like those.”

She tranced the line of her throat with a single finger, stopping at her pulse. “Here.” 

Jensen sat back in his seat, rubbed a hand down his thigh. “Where else?” 

She plucked her bottom lip. “Here.” 

He swallowed hard, cock twitching. “My favorite.” He hummed out a sigh. “Not fair you’re so far away.” 

She shook her head slowly. “It’s really not…” The laptop teetered as she lifted her shirt up and away, showing her bare tits to the camera. 

Jensen whistled and rubbed his thigh again, fingers gliding over his sack. “Fuck. Gorgeous, baby.” 

“You were teasing me that whole call,” she grinned. “Showing off your sexy arms… laughing…” 

He chuckled. “Laughing turns you on now?” 

She nodded. “When you do it, yeah. All of you turns me on, Jen.” She circled her nipples and then pinched hard, letting out a moan. 

“Ditto.” 

She laughed at that and dropped her arms, grabbing the laptop instead. “Ditto? That’s all you got for me?” 

Jensen tried to regroup but his head was clouded by thoughts of throwing her down and fucking her into next month. “I… uh…” 

Y/N huffed and rolled onto her stomach, taking away his view. 

“Hey!” He pouted. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she teased, voice taking on a harder tone that he appreciated more than he liked to admit. “Are you having a little problem over there?” She tried her eyes on his crotch as if he could tell what she was looking at. Fucking cameras. “Things getting… hard?” 

He shifted in his seat, hips moving on their own. “Maybe.” 

She hummed as if deciding what to do. She didn’t need to decide. She knew. “Show me.” 

He gasped in a quiet breath. “Um… I’m on the balcony.” 

She knew that as well; late afternoon light was reflecting off the windows behind him. “So? I want to see it.” 

Jensen looked around him, checking to see if anyone was on a neighboring balcony before unzipping his jeans. He leaned back and tugged them down a bit, exposing his half-hard cock. He gripped the base and it bounced gently. 

Y/N’s mouth watered. “Beautiful.” 

He blushed hard and cleared his throat. “Now you. Get those panties off.” 

Y/N clicked her tongue. “Oh, no no. I’m just going to lay here and watch you.” 

“What?” He laughed nervously. 

“Come on, Jen- put on a show for me.” She watched his internal debate. “Go on… Rub your thumb up and down slowly.” 

Jensen closed his eyes and did as she said, gently rubbing his thumb up his shaft. He sucked in a quick breath when he reached the top, and quickly ran it back down. 

“Mmm… perfect.” Y/N grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between her legs. “Get nice and hard for me.” 

Green eyes fluttered open and he stared at the screen. “You’re killin’ me, Y/N/N.” 

She grinned devilishly. “Not yet, I’m not. Go on.” 

Tongue between his front teeth, Jensen stroked his cock slowly; nerves fading with each pass of his fist. “Fuck.” 

Her pussy was throbbing and she squeezed the pillow. “So hot… Feeling good?” 

He nodded, lips parted and plump. “Uh huh.” 

“Good. Keep going.” She moaned and licked her lips. “Makin’ me so wet.” 

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.” He grunted and rubbed the head of his cock, gathering up the precum that leaked for her. “Miss that sweet pussy.” His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. “Fuck, baby…” 

Y/N ground her hips against the pillow while she watched him thrust up into his hand. “Want you too… want that fat cock in me. Wanna ride you hard and fast…” 

His breath caught loudly in his throat and Jensen clenched his teeth. “God, fuck!” 

“Whoa!” Y/N leaned closer to the screen. “Stop.” 

His eyes flew open. “What?” 

“Stop.”

Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away and held them up. “I… why?” His cock was aching, throbbing against his leg. 

She grinned again. “Just wanted to see if you would.” 

Her wink drove him wild. “You’re such a tease.” He circled the base of his cock and held it tight. “Come on…” 

“Say please.” 

Jensen shivered and closed his eyes. “Please.” 

“OK, baby. Stroke that cock for me.” 

Relieved yet tense with arousal, Jensen began again. His head tipped back as he massaged his sack and teased the tip of his cock, rubbing his palm faster over it. His breaths came harder, his moans untethered. 

Unable to resist his beauty or her lust, Y/N propped the laptop up on the nightstand and climbed to her knees with the pillow held tight. She sat up straight and grabbed her tits. “That’s it… Feel me riding your cock, baby… Just like that.” Closing her eyes, Y/N imagined it too. She rode the pillow, grinding her clit down on the memory foam. “Fuck!” 

His eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Fuck, Y/N/N… Gonna make yourself cum?” 

Forgetting all else, Y/N bit her lip and rode faster. “Mhm!” 

Jensen picked up the pace, matching her with quick thrusts. “I’m right there with you,” he breathed. “Grabbing your hips… Slapping your ass…” 

Y/N shuddered as if she felt his hands on her, his wide palm spanking her. “Fuck! Jensen!” 

“That’s it… Gonna flood that pussy…” 

Her legs shook and she dropped forward, holding herself up on her trembling arms. She stared into the camera as she humped the pillow hard. “Faster.” She grit her teeth. “Jerk that cock harder. Faster.”

Jensen’s eyes rolled as her tone ran through him. Near panting, he sucked in quick, rough breaths through his open mouth, totally lost in the friction and the sound of her moans. “Gonna- Fuck I’m gonna cum.” 

Y/N growled. “Not yet…” 

Shock opened his eyes. 

She smirked. “Ladies first.” She wasn’t far- a few more rolls of her hips had her body stiffening as the pleasure burst through her. She let out a clipped cry and pried her eyes open to stare at him across the world. “Now. Cum for me, Jensen. Cum on, baby. Do it. Fucking cum!” 

No power on earth or in heaven could have held him back. His shoulders curled inwards as he came; spilling hot and thick onto the balcony floor between his feet. He hadn’t even the mental bandwidth to think to catch it; he was too blissed out, too crazed to do much more than stare dumbly at her pretty face as he came. 

“Fuckin’ fuck…” His voice trailed off as he slumped back into the chair and enjoyed the dopamine rushing his veins. “Insane, Y/N… So good.” 

Exhausted and smiling, Y/N pulled the laptop close as she settled into the clean pillows at the head of the bed. “Miss you, Jensen.” 

He smiled beautifully and sighed. “Ditto.” 

His reply was the loud turn of a bolt lock. He sat up straight and set his hands on the table, trying to look unbothered by the whole affair. Wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last, time he’d been arrested for something stupid and hauled into the police station. Ridiculous, really, given who he was, but the law was the law apparently.  

The door shut behind him and the sharp click of heels on the stone moved closer to him. He didn’t bother turning to look. 

“They sent you in, huh?” He smirked and scratched an itch on his cheek with one thumb. 

“You asked for me specifically, didn’t you, Mr. Barnes?” Her voice was confident, the look on her face when she sat across from him more so. 

The bright red lipstick she wore caught his eye. The glasses perched on the end of her nose made him lick his lips. Agent Y/N Y/L/N was nothing but a professional. Her knee-length charcoal pencil skirt was sharp, her pale blue button down shirt crisp and unwrinkled. She wore a thin gold bracelet on her left wrist, the only piece not sanctioned by the FBI. 

“I sure did, doll,” he drawled, staring until her eyes met his. “Nice to see ya.” 

She cleared her throat. “Mr. Barnes, you may address me as Agent.” 

He sucked his teeth through a grin and leaned in, clasping his hands on the table. “Alright, Agent. How about you put your signature on the release forms and we go get a drink, huh? You look like you could use one.” 

Y/N cleared her throat and scowled. “Now…” Flipping open the manilla case file she’d brought with her, Y/N scanned the arrest warrant quickly. “You are in violation of your parole agreement. You did not show up for your last two mandated therapy sessions… and you are accused of assaulting a man at a pub on 5th street. Is that correct?” 

He scooted the chair back a bit and dropped his hands to his lap. “You tell me, Agent. You have the paperwork.” His dismissive attitude made her lips purse into a tight line. He kinda liked it. 

She sighed. “Mr. Barnes, do you intend on being combative throughout this entire interview?” 

Bucky tipped his head to the side and stuck his tongue into the corner of his mouth, cocky and enjoying the view. “Probably.” 

Her nostrils flared subtly and she closed the folder. Without another word, she stood up and slowly walked to the corner of the room, where, on her tiptoes, she reached up and unhooked the security camera. 

Bucky leaned forward, squinting at her. “I think you’re supposed to leave that on. You know, for my safety.” 

Y/N huffed out a confident laugh. “Your safety? You could kill me in an instant.” 

“And who says I won’t?” 

Heels clicked loudly. Bucky held his breath. 

“I do.” Now at his side, Y/N reached again, this time for his stubbled face. She squeezed a finger into each cheek and yanked his head up to look at her. “You won’t do a fucking thing unless I tell you to.” His sapphire eyes glazed over and he exhaled a heavy breath. “Will you?” 

“No.” 

She squeezed tighter and leaned close, nearly brushing her painted lips against his. “No, what?” 

“No, Agent,” he hurried out, voice low and shaky. 

As a reward, Y/N stuck her tongue out and licked across his mouth. He moaned. “Good boy.” She dropped her hand from his mouth and lay it on his leg. “I don’t expect anymore back talk from you, James.” Her hand pushed firmly up his jeans to cup his crotch. “Is that clear?” 

Bucky swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yes.” Lifting his cuffed hands, he mimicked locking his lips and tossing the key over his shoulder. “Promise.” 

Y/N began to rub his bulge with slowly increasing speed and pressure. “Good. We’ve got a lot to get through and I have plans this evening. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to.” 

His cock was painfully erect against his tight pants and the pressure of her palm. He hissed when she traced the line of him with her thumb; moaned when she took her hand away. “But-” 

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly at his protest and stepped between his knees and the long table. “I thought you were going to be quiet.” Shaking her head, Y/N hiked up her pristine pencil skirt and sat on the edge of the desk. She hung her heels on the arms of his chair; legs wide and red  panties on display. 

Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of her. “Agent, this seems extremely unprofessional.” 

“Does it?” Y/N grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face down to her covered pussy. “Lick.” 

A superbly lustful moan rumbled in his throat and Bucky obeyed. He pressed his open mouth against the red silk and exhaled a hot breath that made her legs twitch. The fingers in his hair tensed and he lay his tongue flat over her, dampening the fabric. 

“There you go…” 

He rolled his tongue a few times and then looked up. “This would be a lot more fun without the handcuffs, ya know.” 

Y/N tugged on his locks, making him grimace. “If you’re talking, you’re not eating.” 

Another moan and he was back at it, pushing the tip of his tongue into the silk, forcing it into her. She squirmed and let him go, leaning back with both elbows on the table. “Mmm, good boy…” 

Bucky shook his head hard, rubbed his nose over her clit, anything to give her the pressure and friction she required. When her hips began to jerk against his face, he sucked at the fabric, snagging her clit between his lips. Her thrusts quickened and she bit her lip to stay quiet, only huffing out his name on clipped breaths. Every movement, moan, shake of her thighs egged him on. When she slapped the table, barely able to hold back, Bucky tongued her panties to the side and sealed his lips around her clit. 

She held her breath and came on his hot mouth, soaking the silk. Proud and hard as a rock, Bucky kept licking at her slit until he was unceremoniously shoved back in his seat. 

Y/N stared at him as she hopped off of the table and slowly peeled her panties off. Her heels clicked one after the other as she stepped out of the wet fabric. “Good job,” she praised, still stern in her tone but shivering from the pleasure. 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned. “I am pretty good at that.”

Annoyed that he’d spoken, Y/N balled up the crotch of her panties and shoved them roughly between his ruddy lips. “I said shut up, didn’t I?”

“Nuut esackty-” He mumbled around the silk, earning him a growl. 

She grabbed his collar and tugged. “Get up.” 

He stumbled onto his feet and fell forward as she pushed him down onto the table. Coming up behind him, Y/N roughly undid his belt as he settled onto his forearms and stuck his ass out. His cock was throbbing by the time she managed to pull his jeans down, and she rubbed the beads of pre-cum down his shaft in her tight fist. 

Blue eyes rolled back and a muffled moan spilled free. 

“Needy little boy, aren’t you?” 

He whined in response, pushing his hips forward. She held her hand still and let him fuck into it, slapping his ass when his shoulders started to shudder. 

On the very edge of cumming, Bucky grunted out her name and Y/N pulled her hand away, leaving him shaking and unsatisfied. His shocked groan made her smile. 

“You did good.” She said, lifting his pants back up and tucking his aching cock away. “I’ll sign the release forms…” She buckled his belt tight and then slapped his ass hard. “And I’ll see you at home.” 

Heels clicked loudly and Bucky stood up, dizzy and amazed. He spat the panties from his mouth and held them out to her. “You forgot these.” 

Y/N spun around and came back to him, snatching the ruined silk from his hand. She pushed up on her tip toes and kissed him hard as she tucked the panties into his jacket pocket. “You should hold onto those,” she said, patting his cheek. “I kinda like it when you can’t speak.” 

Bucky sighed as the door slammed shut, still shaky from his denial and her kiss. She was one hell of an agent.

The only light in the small room came through the open door leading into the church proper, and from the blinking EMF reader Dean Winchester carried. He fiddled with the dials a bit, squinting in the darkness at the needle, and decided the room was clear. 

“No ghosties here,” he laughed to himself.  

It actually wasn’t very funny as he was almost 99% sure the church was not haunted, by ghosts anyway. The nun they’d talked to had insisted that something was haunting the place, making books fall off of tables, candles blow out, and generally creeping everyone out. Most of those things could be explained by a draft, but when the old nun mentioned witnessing a stream of bubbling blood flowing from a statue of the Blessed Virgin… Well, Dean couldn’t ignore that. Neither could Y/N who was currently scoping out the rest of the place. He couldn’t remember why they’d split up, but it really didn’t matter. Nothing was jumping out at them for the moment. 

Deciding he should catch up with her anyway, Dean stuffed the EMF into the pocket of his black jacket. While he was at it, he tugged a bit on the stiff, white plastic collar shoved into his shirt. He hated the priest get-up. Not that he thought it was wrong or anything- he just hated the get up. Maybe someday, he hoped, he’d get to be a naval commander or something with a sexy uniform.

A noise caught his ear, something strange echoing from beyond the door, so he went forth, on guard; holy water flask ready and waiting in his back pocket. 

The altar was glowing. Not by any supernatural means, but by a row of candles that he was fairly sure hadn’t been there when they arrived. He squinted curiously at them and then looked out into the sea of wooden pews. Shadows hid most of the giant nave, but he was not concerned with anything lurking in the dark. 

The noise echoed again and Dean realized what it was as his eyes fell to the red carpet separating the sanctuary from the pews. There, in the middle of the wide walkway, was Y/N. She was on the floor, but not hurt. Dean’s jaw dropped and his cock stirred inappropriately. 

Her nuns’ habit was tossed aside and her hair was free, falling down her shoulders when her head fell back. The black robes she wore were gone as well, exposing a black lace bra that pushed her tits up high, and matching lace knee-high stockings. Her panties were nowhere to be found, but Dean didn’t seem to notice their invisible nature. No, his gaze was locked on Y/N, who was held up by one arm, her legs spread wide and cocked at the knee. She moaned loudly as her wrist pumped fast against her pussy, fucking her wet hole with something he couldn’t put his finger on. 

“Y/N? Holy shit!” He liked sex- oh, boy did he. And sex with Y/N was something out of this world. But this- getting your rocks off in the middle of a church- this was just… wrong.

Licking her lips, Y/N’s eyes rose to the altar and locked on Dean’s. She moaned loudly again and he felt another surge of lust shoot straight down his body. OK, maybe it wasn’t so wrong…

“Are you serious right now?” He gaped, not quite sure what to do besides keep staring. 

Her hips rocked and her hand pumped faster. She threw her head back and wailed as she came, her passionate cry bouncing off of the stone building. 

“Fuck!” She hummed a mind-meltingly sexy tone and pulled the object from her pussy. Dean gasped as he realized it was a large gold crucifix. The metal pulled a mess of wetness as it was removed and a dark spot appeared on the clean red carpet. 

Stunned, Dean nearly fell down the short stack of steps as he moved closer. “What the fuck are you doing?” His breath caught and his pupils burst wide as she brought the cross to her lips and licked it clean. 

“Enjoying myself,” she replied, dragging the front of the crucifix down across her tits. She paused on the left to rub it across her nipple and Dean had to swallow back a lustful moan. “Never cared much for the man, but Jesus just rubbed my g-spot so fucking good.” 

Dean’s jaw dropped. “Uh… We- um- we should get back to work.” His voice was shaky, his words unsure. All the blood in his brain was unavoidably rushing down to his cock. He tugged on his slacks to adjust. 

Y/N pushed the cross further down her delicious body and tapped the tip across her clit. She sucked in a deep breath and grinned. “Should we? Maybe we could just…fuck.” 

With her empty hand, she crooked a finger at Dean who felt compelled by some evil force to make his way to her. He knew the force was just his libido, but was it? 

He floated over the carpet and fell to his knees between hers. She laughed at his dazed expression, and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Her tug brought him closer, her heat made his protests melt.

“You wanna be a naughty boy with me, Dean?” she asked, her voice slow and sultry. 

He nodded, unable to find words. His cock was throbbing, his entire body aching for her. 

“Yeah, you do.” Her legs closed around him and she swept the crucifix across his plump lips. He moaned as her scent flooded his mind. “That’s it… open up.”  His lips parted on command and Y/N pushed the golden relic inside. “Suck.” 

Unable to resist, Dean closed his lips around the cross, feeling the intricately carved figure of Christ rumble across his tongue as she slid it in and out. The taste of her cunt zinged through him and he sucked it down, hungry for every drop. 

While he hummed in hypnotic lust, Y/N opened his pants and guided his cock from his boxers. He moaned as she tapped the thick head against her clit. He shuddered when she took him deep inside. 

“Mmm. The great Dean Winchester just earned himself a one-way ticket back to Hell!” She tucked her heels against his ass and lifted her hips, fucking herself on his thick cock. Her cackle rang through the church and the saints hid their eyes. 

He was in a daze, unable to focus on anything but sucking the cross and the way her cunt felt as she came again and again on his cock. The tightness, wetness of her was overwhelming and he could barely breathe. 

“I think you need to lick something else for a while,” she growled, yanking the cross from his mouth. 

He swayed on his knees and whimpered at the loss. Y/N tossed the cross behind her, done with the precious object. It hit a pew and the resounding clang cleared his head. He looked down at Y/N and saw the blackness overtake her eyes as the demon inside smirked. 

“Y/N?” 

She yanked the priestly collar from his throat and stuffed it in his mouth. “Not Y/N.” 

Anger rushed his system and Dean spat the plastic from his mouth and fell forward. He caught her wrists and pinned them by her head as he crushed the rest of her with his full weight. 

“Get out of her!” 

The demon hissed and struggled. He was still inside of her, she was stuck in every way. “Fuck you, Winchester!”

Dean clenched his teeth and tapped into his memory. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas!”

“No!” Her roar stung his ears and she twisted against him. 

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!”

“I will eat you alive starting at your feet,” she hissed, “so you can watch yourself be consumed!”

Dean huffed a tired laugh. “Not today, sweetheart. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!"

Black smoke erupted from Y/N’s mouth, filling the air and swirling around them. Lightning crackled inside of it and Dean watched as it rushed through the stained glass above his head. 

Y/N went limp beneath him, her breathing slow, her skin cool. 

“Hey!” He climbed off of her and lifted her head from the floor. “Hey! Come on, baby, wake up.” 

Her eyes fluttered. 

“That’s it, come on. Open your eyes.” 

Her chest rose with a heavy breath and Y/N looked up, smiling into worried green eyes. “Didja kill it?” 

He sighed and kissed her forehead, relieved and furious at the evil he’d endured. “It’s gone.” 

Slowly, she sat up and looked at the mess around them. “Fuck.” 

“Were you…” Dean hesitated a moment, then: “Were you awake for any of that?” 

Y/N shivered. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

He nodded. “So, you were.” 

“Dean?” 

He smiled softly. “Yeah, Y/N?” 

“If you tell anyone about this I will bite your dick off.” 

It was his turn to shiver. “Please don’t talk about eating me.” 

Y/N laughed sadly. “Yeah… good call.”