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Y/N’s POV
Reaching out for the bodysuit on the hanger, Y/N lets her fingers feel the soft lace material, as she glances over it and checks the tag for the sizing.
“You should buy that,” she hears from behind her. The voice is deep and growling, and somewhat familiar.
Looking over her shoulder she locks eyes with green, a smug and cocky grin on his face that she’s not seen in a while. She instantly glances down at the camera in his hands.
“I’m sorry?” she questions.
“That outfit, it would look good on you,” he compliments.
She glances around the store for a moment, seeing the only other customer is further towards the back, being helped by the single store assistant.
“Are you going to get it?” he asks, prompting a response.
“I can’t really afford it,” she sighs, letting the outfit go and offering him a weak smile. “Thanks for the confidence boost though.”
As Y/N turns to head out of the store, she realises he’s following her.
“Y’know… If you’re open to it, I might have a way you could make some money,” he says.
Y/N stops and turns on her heels, once more glancing straight into the camera lens.
“Let me guess, it’s got something to do with that camera you’re holding?”
“Something like that,” he agrees. “You’re just the kind of girl I was hoping for.”
Y/N feels her cheeks heat up at the flattery, and looks away, clearing her throat.
“The kind of girl for what, exactly?” she prompts, glancing around the almost deserted highstreet.
“I think you’re clever enough to work it out, sweetheart,” he chuckles slightly. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks next.
“Yes,” she admits, biting down on her bottom lip.
“I’m sure he’d love to see you in that outfit, and he doesn’t have to know what you did to get it.”
“I’m sure he’ll work it out if he sees this video on Pornhub next week,” she counters, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him in a playfully accusational way.
“I can keep your face out of it if you’d prefer,” he offers, “but don’t you like the idea of him catching you like that? Would be hot, wouldn’t it?”
Y/N bites her lip, unable to deny the arousal strumming through her at the very idea, and glances around again.
“How much?” she asks next.
She watches him reach into his pocket and produce a thick wad of notes.
“Depending what you do for me depends what you get,” he explains quietly, before pocketing the money again. “There’s a public bathroom around the corner we could use.”
She glances to the corner he gestures to and bites her lip harder in thought.
“I can’t fuck you,” she insists, “I can’t do that to my boyfriend.”
“Alright, well, what can you do to earn some money?” he asks, still smirking behind the camera. “Would you just show me what’s under that dress?” he prompts.
“Just show you?” she confirms.
“I don’t have to touch,” he insists.
Y/N purses her lips and then nods her head. “Alright,” she agrees.
She lets him lead her to the public bathroom he’d been talking about, and watches as he locks them both inside the large cubicle, fitted with a sink and countertop, the toilet in the corner of the room that he’s quick to turn his back on.
“Well?” he prompts.
Y/N takes a deep breath and removes her purse, placing it on the side, and then slowly reaches for the hem of her summer dress, pulling it up and over her head, placing it down in a pile over her purse as she stands there in just her underwear.
“Is that good enough?” she asks, playing with her fingers in front of her nervously.
“You can give me a little more than that, sweetheart,” he encourages. “Why don’t you remove the rest of your clothes, let me fully see you?”
She worries her bottom lip as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, carefully removing it before placing it with her dress. She then bends down and removes her panties over her shoes.
“Damn,” he hums, his eyes glancing up and down her body. “I think that outfit would definitely suit you.”
Y/N’s cheeks once again burn at the compliment, and she watches him step forward, reaching his hand out.
“Can I?” he asks.
“You said you wouldn’t touch,” she reminds him.
“C’mon, I’ll give you extra for it, could even get a new pair of shoes to match then,” he offers.
Y/N drops her arms from her waist and nods. “Okay.”
His hands reach out and begin to grope her chest softly, playing with her nipples until they harden beneath his touch, and she feels goosebumps begin to rise over her entire body. His hand travels further south, and he softly begins to toy with her clit, her stance widening almost automatically. She moans quietly under her breath as his touch gets a little firmer, and he reaches lower down to tease her entrance with the tips of his fingers.
“Damn baby, you feel tight. Why don’t you turn around and bend over, let me see that pussy properly?” he suggests.
She doesn’t protest this time, turning around and doing exactly as she’s told, even taking the initiative to reach back and spread herself open for him.
“Holy fuck,” he hums, his eyes and camera trained on her pussy. “You’re making me hard just looking at you. Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he tempts, his fingers once again teasing her clit, making her head begin to fog with arousal.
“My boyfriend would kill me,” she breathes out, hardly able to control the whimpers leaving her lips.
“I’d ask you to suck my cock instead, but I guess that’s out of the picture too, hm?” he checks.
“I can’t,” she tells him weakly.
“Damn, you’re such a fucking tease,” he complains, but the smirk is still there, deep on his plump lips. “Are you sure I can’t just slide inside? I don’t have to fuck you, I just wanna feel that tight pussy around my cock. I’ll pay you extra for it.”
“Fuck,” she whines. “You really shouldn’t,” she tries to argue, but her hips are rocking back into his touch and she’s desperate for his cock inside her. “Promise you won’t fuck me?”
He doesn’t answer, but he does begin to rip into his jeans and pull his cock free, clearly taking her response as permission.
“Maybe just rub your cock over my pussy, don’t go inside,” she counters, trying her best to compromise, even though it’s not one she wants to make.
“Okay, sure,” he agrees easily, stepping forward and beginning to tease her clit with the thick head of his cock almost instantly.
Y/N moans, her eyes beginning to roll back into her head at the sensation, and she doesn’t even realise until she feels the pressure, that he’s now sliding inside her.
“I couldn’t resist, baby girl,” he excuses. “Just wanted to feel you wrapped around me.”
She should be annoyed he didn’t listen, but she’s not, he feels too damn good inside her, stretching her open like that.
“You look so fucking hot stretched around my cock like that, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he moans, readjusting his stance just enough that his cock does move a little inside her.
Y/N moans again, her fingers trying to cling to the flat surface of the wall she’s pressed against.
“I mean, damage is done now, right, sweetheart? I’m inside you, bet that’s gonna piss your boyfriend off. You might as well let me fuck you,” he argues, already starting to thrust softly at first, and Y/N can’t keep up the fight any longer.
“Okay,” she relents, moaning the second he takes her permission and runs with it, pulling back to slam inside her hard and fast straight away.
She feels his hand twist into her hair, pushing her face against the cool tiling of the wall as he begins fucking her mercilessly, his hips slamming against hers and making so much noise, she’s fairly sure anyone who might walk past will know exactly what’s happening inside this bathroom cubicle, especially because she can’t stop the moans from spilling past her lips, thick and fast and loud.
“Oh my god, you feel so good,” she gasps out, an air of disbelief to her voice she hadn’t been expecting.
“Now the damage is done, how about you let me fuck that mouth too?” he asks out of breath, and Y/N should be ashamed of how quickly she spins around to face him and drops to his knees at the very suggestion. He chuckles from behind the camera, smirking down at her. “Eager.”
She marvels at his cock now it’s in front of her face; thick, shining with her slick, and she reaches up to wrap her hand around it, finding her fingers only just touch.
“No wonder you felt good,” she gasps, before opening her mouth wide and beginning to suck him down.
“Look at the camera, baby,” he prompts, and so she does, flickering her eyes up through her lashes to look at the lens pointing right at her. “That’s it, fuck you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.”
He’s still using that same deep, grumbling drawl he’d been using since the start, and Y/N can’t deny that it’s doing things to her. She takes him deeper into the back of her throat, desperate to feel more of him, and then she gags, her eyes beginning to glaze over with tears but she doesn’t relent.
“Someone’s showing off for the camera, huh, sweetheart?” he asks, moaning softly when she withdraws just enough to run her tongue along the underside of his cock. “Really working for that money, aren’t you?”
She smirks around his cock, but doesn’t stop sucking, not until he encourages her back to her feet and spins her around to face the wall once again, pulling her hips back with one harsh tug. He enters her roughly and without warning, but it only makes Y/N moan loudly, her eyes rolling once more to be full of him yet again. He doesn’t take mercy on her for a second, hitting the perfect spot over and over until her legs are shaking and she tries to tell him she’s about to cum but all that comes out are more whines and moans.
Her head drops between her shoulders as she feels herself spasming around him, and he grunts, grabbing her hip with his free hand and pulling her back against him, sending himself as deep as he can get. He stops thrusting, and after a moment or two, pulls back. As soon as he pulls his cock free, Y/N can feel the warm cum beginning to trickle out of her abused hole and down the insides of her thighs.
“Fuck, did you cum in me?” she asks, reaching between her legs to run her fingers through his climax.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he pants.
“Shit, my boyfriend is gonna find out!” she glares, turning around to face him.
“Sorry, sweetheart, couldn’t help it.”
She huffs a breath and shakes her head, “just give me my money and go, I need to clean up.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the cash, handing it over to her, and then turns around to leave. The second Y/N hears the beep to indicate that he’s stopped recording, she reaches out for his arm and pulls him back in close, grinning up at him.
“That was fucking hot,” she tells him, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Yeah, it was,” he agrees, a dopey grin on his own face, that glazed over post-orgasmic bliss look in his eyes.
“So, are you still Dean, or is Jensen back?” she teases, as he steps back and gathers some tissue to hand to her so she can clean herself up.
“What?” he prompts, frowning.
“You used your Dean voice that entire scene,” she points out, taking the tissue from him and setting about cleaning up so she can redress.
“I did?” he questions. “Well… I kinda channeled him a little, figured he’d be cocky enough to try and pull a random stranger in a lingerie store,” he laughs slightly. “It wasn’t… too obvious was it?” he worries.
“I don’t think so,” Y/N shrugs. “I enjoyed it, anyway,” she purrs, stepping up to him to kiss his lips softly. “I’m sure all our fans will too.”
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