Part Tags: Fluff, seduction, smut, slightly domme!Reader, slightly sub!Dean, second base, blowjob, p in v, mentions of porn, mentions of sex work, slight angst
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Dean’s POV
Dean lost feeling in his arm about half an hour into the movie, but he hasn’t said anything, enjoying the feeling of Y/N snuggled into his side far too much to make her move. Though, he can’t help but feel a little relieved when he sees the credits start to roll, meaning it’s finally over and she might move and give him his dead limb back. But after a few moments, he realises she’s not going anywhere, and looks down at her to see her eyes are closed, and she’s fallen asleep. He’s careful to shift his weight under her, removing his feet from the coffee table and sitting up a little straighter, scooping his free hand under her head to stop it from falling as he finally moves his trapped arm and attempts to lay her head down on a couch cushion instead, readjusting the blanket to cover her shoulders and arms.
Standing up to his feet, Dean swings his arm around to encourage the blood flow to return, and reaches down for the TV remote to turn the movie off. He stares down at her for a moment, considering if he should attempt to move her to her bed without disturbing her once all the feeling has returned to his arm, or whether he should just leave her on the couch. Her couch is fairly big and comfortable, and it’s hardly cold, so the soft blanket draped over her frame will be enough to keep her warm throughout the night. He’d been careful in the three weeks since finding out about her work that he didn’t overstep any boundaries, determined to prove to her that he really is different. Dean just can’t quite work out if putting her to bed is a line he can cross or not.
Maybe he’s overthinking it, but he decides it’s safer he doesn’t do it, just in case it is a boundary she’s not ready for him to break through yet, and takes a deep breath, clearing away the empty bowl that had popcorn in it not long ago, and gathering the empty beer bottles to clear away into the kitchen. When he returns, Y/N is still asleep, and so he decides he’s going to head home, leaving a text on her cell to explain his absence for when she wakes up in the morning. Not that he’s stayed the night yet, anyway.
He reaches for his jacket and heads towards the door, trying to open it as quietly as he can so as not to disturb her, but the bolt on her door is pretty sturdy, and it clunks loudly when he tries to open it. He doesn’t look back, just keeps going, finally getting her door open and hoping he’s not woken her, when he hears her voice.
“Sneaking out on me?” she accuses, and as Dean turns around he sees a soft smirk on her lips.
“I didn’t want to wake you, and it’s pretty late, figured I’d outstayed my welcome,” he explains sheepishly.
“You could never outstay your welcome,” she reassures him, sitting up and hugging the blanket to her body.
Dean figures that now she’s awake, he can at least say goodbye the way they’ve grown accustomed to, and steps back into the apartment and closes her door, heading over to her to lean down and kiss her lips softly.
“Goodnight, sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he tells her quietly, but before he can straighten up, Y/N reaches out and clutches the front of his shirt.
“Wait, I’ve got something for you,” she tells him with a slight smirk, biting down on her bottom lip before throwing the blanket off of her body and getting up. “Wait there, okay?” she commands playfully. Dean holds his hands up in defense to indicate that he’ll do as he’s told, and perches himself on the arm of the couch as he waits.
“Why don’t you give it to me tomorrow, you clearly need rest,” he calls through to her as she disappears into her bedroom.
“No! I want to give it to you tonight, I planned it out!” He hears her call back.
Dean’s not really sure what to expect, they’ve not exchanged gifts before, if this is even a gift at all, but he waits patiently, honouring the fact that whatever she’s about to give him, she wants to do right now. All he was going to do was go home and begin his binge of page four of her movie catalogue, anyway. He’s got to stop himself from going crazy somehow, and just seeing her has been enough for now. Sure, he’s counting down the days until he can do more than just see her, but he meant it when he said he wanted to take it at her pace, and he plans to stick by that. He’s not about to be one of those assholes that pressures her into something she’s not ready for.
Dean’s snapped out of his thoughts when Y/N re-emerges from her bedroom, now dressed in a robe. He realises her hands are empty, though, and begins to grow a little confused. That is, until Y/N reaches for the tie on her robe, and starts to slowly tug it loose, and as the silk material begins to fall open, it reveals matching black lace underneath. Dean’s mouth automatically falls open at the sight. Thanks to her job and his new found obsession with supporting her work, Dean’s seen it all already, but never in person, and fuck, it’s so much better through his own eyes than a camera lens.
“I was hoping you’d stay the night,” Y/N explains, playing with her robe, beginning to drape it over her shoulders and down her arms. “Unless you’d rather get home,” she adds, the slight smirk on her face giving away just how ludicrous she knows that idea is already.
“Fuck,” Dean chokes out. “I mean… are you sure?” he manages to think to ask just in time.
“I think I’ve made you wait long enough,” she nods, before smiling. “I trust you, Dean.”
“I am so glad you do right now,” Dean admits, unable to take his eyes off of her.
She giggles, dropping the robe completely to the floor. “So are you coming?” she prompts, nodding her head towards the open door of her bedroom, and Dean can’t get to his feet and clamber after her quick enough.
Finally.
That’s all that’s racing through Dean’s mind as he places wet, messy kisses along Y/N’s collarbone, feeling her hand push under the elastic waistband of his boxers, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. He moans almost involuntarily, his one hand exploring every dip and curve of her body, the other digging into the pillow beside her head, holding his weight off of her. His wandering hand settles between her legs, his fingers pushing the soft lace out of his way so he can toy with her wet, warm pussy.
Y/N moans and arches her back further into him, her grip on his length tightening a little, and Dean smirks against her skin at the response he’s been able to elicit from her. He’s fairly confident from his hours of what he’ll now call research that he knows what is going to make her make all those noises that have filled his bedroom the last few weeks. He’s imagined himself in place of whatever guy that has been lucky enough to accompany her. Now he just needs to put it into action.
Dean slips a finger inside her, feeling her clench around him wrapping him in warm, soft velvet, and then he steadies himself on his knees between her legs, using his free hand to softly wrap his fingers around her throat.
“Such a naughty little girl,” he growls, making her laugh breathlessly.
But Dean’s surprised to feel her hand slipping out of his boxers, and he pulls away to see if he’s done something wrong. But Y/N is still smirking, and she places both her hands flat on his chest as she sits up.
“Why don’t you lay down?” she suggests, though there’s something in her voice that makes it seem like maybe it’s more of a demand.
Dean’s not complaining one bit, in fact his cock throbs in response as he eagerly moves to lay flat on his back like she’d told him to, looking up at her with his chest heaving.
“That’s better,” she purrs, biting down on her bottom lip as a darkness washes into her eyes and she climbs further down the bed. She hooks her fingers into his boxers and begins to tug them, pulling them off of his legs completely and throwing them to the floor, his cock springing free and bouncing up to lay on his stomach, completely hard and begging for attention.
He whimpers as he looks down his body at her, feeling completely at her mercy. This is so different to how she is in her movies, but Dean’s fairly sure that this is better. Especially when she slowly climbs back onto the bed, crawling up his body, mischief in her eyes, and Dean can’t wait to find out why.
“Just relax,” she whispers, her hot breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
Dean groans low in his throat, pushing his head back, deeper into the pillow beneath him as Y/N’s mouth leaves his ear and begins to travel south. Barely there kisses are placed over his chest and down his torso, and then he feels her wrapping her hand around his erection once more. The soft, sponginess of the inside of her lips encases his tip and Dean moans, his hand automatically reaching for the back of her head, but her own hand reaches out to grab his wrist, pushing it away and pinning it to the mattress at his side, before she begins to take him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue softly and beginning to suck a little harder.
He clenches his hands into fists at his side, not knowing what else to do with them, and Y/N chuckles around his length when he assumes she notices, withdrawing and sitting up, Dean’s cock slapping against his stomach now completely spit sodden and even more desperate than it had been before. He almost whines when he sees her crawling backwards and climbing off the bed, but he cuts it short when he sees it’s only for her to remove the black lace underwear that she’d surprised him with. Now completely naked, she gets back on the bed, not taking her eyes off of his as she climbs a little higher up his body.
Dean thinks his heart might beat out of his chest, and his lungs might explode – and his cock too for that matter. This is not how he ever envisaged it would go, but it’s so much more than he ever realised he needed. He watches as Y/N slowly straddles his waist, keeping her hips raised to begin with, and he hesitantly lifts his hand, wondering if he’s allowed to touch her yet. She doesn’t stop him this time, and so his hand reaches for her waist first, squeezing softly, before reaching up further, ghosting over her breast before settling on cupping the side of her face. Y/N leans into the touch and smiles gently before biting her bottom lip and resting her hands on his chest.
“Are you ready?” she asks, like she needs to.
Dean doesn’t even dignify the question with a response, and Y/N clearly wasn’t looking for one, anyway, because she reaches between them and guides him towards her core, beginning to lower her hips so he slides inside. She settles and doesn’t move for a moment, her nails softly digging into the soft muscle on his pecks, and then she wiggles her hips slightly and gasps for breath, before leaning down and kissing him breathlessly, and Dean can’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her tight to keep her close.
“You’re quiet,” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence, and she slowly lifts her head from Dean’s chest to look at him. “What’re you thinking about?”
Dean licks his lips, wondering if he should even voice his thoughts out loud. He doesn’t want to spoil their moment, not after something that incredible, but he also doesn’t want to lie to her, or make her think he’s closing off.
“That was different to how I imagined it,” he finally admits, hoping he’s worded it right.
Y/N cocks an eyebrow as a smirk begins to grace her lips and then she scoffs. “You’ve been watching my movies, haven’t you?” she accuses.
Dean’s impressed she can read so far between the lines, but he instantly feels bad about the fact. “I’m sorry, look I won’t watch any more if you don’t want me to,” he reassures her immediately.
She giggles slightly and shakes her head. “It’s fine, Dean. I did make you wait a long time, and I guess you were curious.” Dean doesn’t reply, a little ashamed by the fact still, but Y/N pushes through. “So how many have you seen?”
“Urm, a few,” he attempts to lie, but immediately regrets his decision. He should just be honest with her, it’s for the best. “Okay, three pages of them.”
“Jesus, Dean,” Y/N gasps and then laughs in disbelief. “That’s a little more than curious.”
“What can I say? I got carried away, I guess.”
Y/N scoffs again, shaking her head, “I’m surprised you wanted to watch that many. Didn’t you get jealous?” she pries.
“Oh fuck yeah, I hate every single guy you’ve filmed with,” he admits unashamedly, making her laugh some more.
“I kinda do too,” she whispers, like it’s a secret.
Dean laughs this time, but then it dies a little when he considers what she’s actually telling him and why she might feel that way. He doesn’t like the thought of her having sex with men she doesn’t even like, even if that is good news for him and his jealousy.
“Why do you do it?” he wonders, hoping he’s not crossed some kind of line.
Y/N shrugs and climbs off the bed, reaching for another robe draped over the couch in the corner of her room. “It’s good money, and I’m good at it,” she explains.
He doesn’t want to push further than that right now, especially not when he had promised her he’d never ask her to change for him, and any direction this conversation might go in could seem like he’s trying to talk her into quitting. They’ve barely been a real couple long enough for him to be entitled to any kind of opinion on the entire thing.
“How did you get into it?” he asks next, lifting his head and tucking his arm underneath it.
“I… needed money so I started dancing at a club, and there’s always scouts there, one approached me, I took the offer, here I am,” she briefly concludes.
Dean can sense that she doesn’t really want to talk about it anymore, so he decides to stop playing twenty questions. He’s not really brought up her job much since the first time they talked about it, and while after sex seemed like a good time to start asking these things – especially when she brought it up in the first place – Dean’s now realising that him suddenly showing a big interest in her work after having sex with her might play on her insecurities about men using her.
“Listen, Dean,” Y/N sighs, beginning to play with her fingers in front of her, and Dean worries that maybe she’s read too much into his curiosity and this isn’t about to go well. She approaches the bed and climbs back on, sitting alongside him as she continues to focus on her fingers. “I’m not that girl in those movies. I purposefully made her nothing like me so I could deal with it all easier,” she explains.
Deal with it all? Deal with what? Dean wants to ask, but he’s done enough prying for today.
“If that’s what you’re looking for then you’re wasting your time here.”
“What?” Dean chokes out, suddenly realising her insecurities are about something very different. She thinks she’s not enough for him? “No, no sweetheart,” he sits up, rushing to reassure her. He reaches out and grabs her arm softly. “Hey, listen to me,” he encourages, waiting for her to lift her face as she looks him in the eye. “Tonight was better than I thought it could be. I prefer you… the real you.”
A small frown flits over Y/N’s features for a second. “Really?”
“Yeah, definitely,” he scoffs. “If I’m honest, at the start, I was just trying to give you what I thought you wanted,” he adds with a blush.
Y/N laughs softly, shaking her head. “I just want you Dean, exactly as you are,” she confirms.
“Good, because I want you too,” he smiles, before kissing her softly.
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