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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

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boston-boy-cevans · 7 years

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Professor Winchester.

Request: Hi, idk if you’re taking requests but I was wondering if you could write a professor Dean x student reader one shot? maybe some smut too?

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Student Reader. Other Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Cas Novak, random douche bag being a douche bag. Warnings: Language, Smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex), Implied cheating, Angst?, Comparing penis size to meats. Word Count: 4.3k (what the actual fuck?) _______________________________ “What can happen in 4 weeks?”

Apparently a lot can happen in 4 weeks, now here you are at your college graduation doing something you only said 5 days ago that you wouldn’t do.

You’re in the back seat of Dean’s impala, both of you naked and you’re straddling him. He pulls you flush against him, your bare chests pressed together as Dean thrusts up into you, over and over, your mixed moans filling the small space in the car, anyone could walk past and catch you but neither of you care.

It all started 4 weeks ago when your English professor wanted to see you after class.

*4 weeks ago*

“Miss Y/LN, can I see you for a moment please” you look at your best friend and roommate Charlie and nod letting her know you’ll meet her back at your dorm. “Yes, professor?” you ask stopping in front of his desk. “Y/N, you can call me Dean and I was wondering if your busy this weekend, I need you to help grade some papers and seeing as you basically taught the freshmen classes this year, I only see it fitting that you grade their final essays”

You were Professor Winchester’s TA this year, you mainly wanted the extra credit more than anything, you weren’t the only one applying for it, it’s no secret he’s the most attractive professor on campus so every straight female in his class applied, however he chose you.

“I was planning on getting drunk and snorting cocaine in the ladies bathroom at a club this weekend but I guess I’ll give it a miss” you shrug, the sarcasm oozing off your words. “Great, my place, Saturday at 5pm, I’ll order take out” he smiles. “I’ll see you then” you wink as you back away, you turn around and head for the classroom door.

Back at your dorm room you barely had time to put your bag down before Charlie was bombarding you with questions. “What did Professor sexy want?” “He needs help grading papers this weekend, that’s all and please stop calling him that” “Yah, grading papers, sure that’s all he wants” “Oh here we go” For the past 2 years Charlie has been telling you how she thinks Dean wants you and that he has a crush on you, it escalated when you became his TA, she kept saying out of everyone he chose you and that it had to mean something, “maybe it’s just because I’m actually the only one smart enough to be his TA, Charlie?” you finally said after she began to go into conspiracy theory mode.

“All I’m saying is I wouldn’t be surprised if he made a move and if he does I want to hear everything”

Saturday afternoon finally arrived and you made your way to Dean’s, he only lived a block off campus so it was a relatively quick walk to his place.

“Oh hey, come on in, I was just ordering pizza” he moved aside before gesturing for you to come in. This isn’t your first time in Dean’s home, you be been here a total of 9 times this year, he likes to take work home with him, he says his office feels too formal and he likes to be comfortable when he’s working.

You slip your shoes off by the front door and take a seat on his couch, your eyes widen at the amount of essays sitting on his coffee table.

“I know, it’s a lot” he says walking over and sitting next to you “not a single student forgot to hand in their essay” “We should get started then, I wanna make a dent before the pizza gets here” “Freshmen pile is at your feet” You pick up the first one and begin reading, you quickly glance at Dean and see he’s doing the same.

You had read and graded only 3 essays when pizza arrived, Dean ordered your favourite which you thanked him for and when you were done he offered you a beer that you gladly accepted and went back to the pile of essays.

“There’s no way we’re going to get this all done tonight” you yawn and look at your watch “jeez its 10:30 already” Dean hummed in response “you wanna head back to campus get some sleep and come finish these tomorrow?” “Sounds good” you stand and walk over to put your shoes back on, when you look up you notice Dean doing the same. “Whatcha doin’?” “What’s it look like? I’m walking you back to your dorm” “That’s not nec-”, “Y/N, it’s nearly 11pm, I’m not letting you walk back by yourself”

The walk was nice, you always had things to talk about with Dean, you liked similar things, sports was where you differed, you liked different teams for everything, the amount of bets you both made this past year were nearly on every game. You reached the front of your building and Dean opened the door for you, following as you entered. “Oh, you’re coming in?” He smirks and you can tell his mind went straight to something inappropriate. “My mother would be disappointed if she knew I didn’t walk you to your door” You give him a look that says ‘fair enough’ and continue to walk towards the stairs.

Once you reach your floor you walk down the corridor, trying to be quiet as you know some people are sleeping or most likely studying and didn’t want to disturb them.

“Seriously, Charlie” you whisper when you reach your door. “Is that a red scrunchie around your doorknob?” Dean asked. “Yeah, we came up with this system after this one time I walked in on Charlie and her ex girlfriend going at it” you look up at him and is confused look makes you giggle a little “green scrunchie means all is good, yellow is proceed with caution and definitely knock first and red means just walk away and come back in 2 hours” “It’s 11pm, if you come back in 2 hours it’ll be 1am, that’s not enough sleep, Y/N” “I usually just go to the library” you shrug. “You could stay at my place” he suggests “I have a guest room for when my brother visits, you can sleep in there and that way we can get grading done sooner”

You reluctantly agree and walk back to Dean’s house. He offers you one of his shirts to sleep in and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You wake when it’s still dark, the clock on the bedside table says it’s 4:52am, you quietly groan and roll over trying to go back to sleep, you toss and turn some more before you fling the covers off you and walk downstairs to the kitchen in hopes that a drink of water will somehow help you. You take a few sips then you hear footsteps behind you, turning you see Dean in just a pair of boxer briefs, he stops in his tracks when he sees you standing by the sink, Dean’s eyes trail up and down your body before they stop at the hem of his shirt that only just covers your most intimate area. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you” “No, no, I was already awake when I heard a noise out here” he says, eyes now looking into yours. You clear your throat and take another sip of water “I’m gonna try get a little more sleep” you place the glass in the sink and walk past him. “Uh, yeah, same” he says following you - you can feel his eyes on you as you walk up the stairs, you know your black lace panties are on show for him.

When you wake up again it’s 7:48am and you sigh before getting up. You walk downstairs to find Dean in the kitchen, standing in front on the stove, still in just his boxer briefs. “I made pancakes” he smiles “sit, eat” “We should really get started on those papers soon” you say pouring syrup on your pancakes. “We have plenty of time” You finish your breakfast and rinse your plate “I’m gonna get dressed, I’ll be back down soon and we can get started”

You place your clothes on the chair in the guest bedroom and you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, Dean doesn’t even knock before he opens the door, “look, I uh, fuck it” His lips are on yours within seconds, hands cupping your face and you melt into him, your own hands run through his hair. You break apart for Dean to remove your shirt, you watch as his eyes trail down to your breasts. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful” His hands are around your waist and his lips are on your neck, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He picks you up with ease and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hits the soft mattress and Dean feathers kisses down your chest, he stops when he reaches your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, making you moan. His lips reach the waistband of your panties and he trails his tongue along your hip, he slowly slides your panties down your legs and wastes no time before giving you what you want. “Oh fuck, Dean” you moan as he sucks your clit, he slowly enters one finger into your slick hole, pumping it a few times before adding a second finger, you arch your back as your orgasm hits you within minutes, tugging on Dean’s hair and moaning loudly.

Dean quickly removes his underwear letting his hard cock spring free, you gulp at the sight of him, he’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. He sinks into at an agonizing pace, inch by inch he fills you up “you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart” he grunts when he finally bottoms out. His thrusts start slow and shallow, Dean quickly builds up momentum, thrusting faster and deeper, hitting your g-spot every time “oh fuck, yes right there, don’t stop”. Your second orgasm hits you and you come hard around Dean, he quickly pulls out and grunts, his body jerks as he spills his cum all over your lower stomach.

You spend the rest of the day like this, grading a few essays here and there then fucking on Dean’s sofa.

You finally return back to your dorm room after dinner and Charlie is sitting on her bed studying. “You didn’t come back last night” she smirks. “I did actually, but there was a red scrunchie on the door, Dean let me crash in his guest room” you shrug. “Aaaand?” she stands up walking over and making herself comfortable on your bed. “And we graded essays” “Aaand?” she grins, you sigh knowing you have to tell her or she’ll nag you until the day you die. “And, we had sex, several times” you mumble. “I KNEW IT” she yelled “I knew he wanted you, he made the first move didn’t he? Tell me everything, was he rough or gentle? How big is his dick? I wanna know all of it” “What? Charlie why do you wanna know about his penis? You’re gay” “I may be a vagetarian but I’m not blind and I’m living my straight life through you” “He’s big” “Like big bird big or like Hungarian salami big?” “He’s the biggest I’ve had” you grin widely. “Just promise me you guys will be careful, he’s still our professor” “We graduate in 4 weeks, what can happen in 4 weeks?” “As long as you’re sure, now tell me everything” she grins.

You continue to talk about your sexual escapades with Dean to Charlie until you both eventually start yawning. “We have his class tomorrow, I wonder if he’ll treat you any differently now he’s seen your ‘o’ face”

It’s been 3 weeks and you and Dean unofficially started dating 2 weeks ago, he didn’t treat you any differently in class except a few more glances here and there, and of course you let him fulfill one of his biggest fantasies of bending you over his desk and fucking you until you could barely walk, the only person who knew about your relationship was Charlie.

You’re about to knock on Dean’s office door for a rendezvous before class when you hear your name. “Y/N!” “Oh hey, Cas” you smile “what’s up? “Well uh, I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow night? And, if you maybe wanted to have dinner with me?” he looked at you and you could tell he was nervous, you knew Cas had a crush on you and has done since you first met 3 years ago. “Oh, um, I’m actually seeing someone, Cas” you look at your feet then back at him “sorry” “No, it’s fine” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes “do I know him? Does he go here?” “Uhh, he doesn’t learn here, no”.

It wasn’t a lie, technically Dean didn’t learn at your college, after some awkward silence Cas walked away after telling you he’ll see you in English. You knock on Dean’s door and open it slowly, smiling when you see him behind his desk. “Hey, handsome” “Hey, what uh, what was that out there” he points towards his door “Oh, with Cas? You heard that, huh? He asked me out but I told him I was seeing someone” The bell rings just as Dean was about to say something. “You should get to class, I’ll leave 5 minutes after you”

You take your normal spot next to Charlie as you wait for Dean. Everyone in class a little nervous as you were all getting your final essays back today, you already knew both you and Charlie got an A, a perk of being in a secret relationship with your professor. Dean enters the room and the atmosphere slightly shifts, he looks agitated. “Miss Y/LN, can you hand these out, please” he asked holding out a stack of papers. You wink when you take them from him and he gives you a tight smile, when you finish you sit back in your seat next to a grinning Charlie. “It’s good to know things you’re not supposed to, huh?” she smiles “joking, I deserve this A”

“Uh Sir” you hear a familiar voice. Dean looks up at Cas from his chair behind his desk raising his eyebrows. “I don’t understand why I got a D” “You don’t understand?” Dean stands “it’s because it’s a crap paper, that’s why you got a D, actually I wouldn’t even wipe my ass with that trash” he walks towards everyone his eyes purely focusing on Cas “I’d rather wipe my ass with rough sandpaper than with your essay, your grammar is terrible and it’s like you don’t understand what commas are actually for” he yelled “you’ve clearly learned nothing the entire time you’ve been here, that’s why you got a D, Mr. Novak”

Everyone just sits silently and stares at Dean, he walks back behind his desk and sits “does anyone else have a problem with their grade?” he asked calmly, no one said a thing “good, you can all go”

You walked back to your dorm room with Charlie “what the hell was that about?” she asked as you close the door. Her phone dings and she smiles as she reads it “so, Rowena just texted me and she wants to meet up” “Is she red scrunchie?” “Yeah, and I actually really like her” “Go” “You sure? I can sta-”, “Charlie, go” you smile. “Okay but text me if you need me” you nod and watch as she leaves, you lay on your bed and think about calling your mom, you’ll see her next week at graduation but you missed her and wanted to talk, you pull out your phone and you hover your thumb over her contact when a loud knock on your door stops you.

“Dean, what are you doing here?” He walks in, closing the door behind him before crashing his lips onto yours, you reluctantly push him away “what was that in class today?” “I don’t know, I was just annoyed at him already for asking you out so when he opened his mouth I just couldn’t stop” “Wait” you move away “you publicly humiliated Cas just because he asked me out? What the fuck, Dean” “Y/N, I-”, “that’s real mature of you, how old are you again, Dean? I don’t care what your excuse is, he was crying the minute he left that classroom” You walk over to your door “I think you should go, I need to think, don’t call or text me for the next 24 hours, please” you open the door and he walks out slowly with an apologetic look on his face.

You toss and turn all night, you look at your alarm clock and it’s only 9pm, you huff and fling your covers off you, Dean is most likely still awake and you want to talk to him, you make the quick walk to his place and knock on his front door.

“Hi” A woman you don’t recognise answers the door cheerfully, she’s dressed in a little black dress, clearly for a date and her heels no longer on her feet, you see Dean walk beside her, his smile fading when he sees you. “Uh, hi, I just wanted to talk to professor Winchester about my essay but I can see he’s clearly busy so, I’m gonna go” You turn and hastily walk back to campus, your tears falling freely, once back in your dorm you let it out, you cry until you eventually fall asleep, exhausted and completely heartbroken.

You wake to a knock on your door, you open it to see Dean and you immediately begin to close it again, he places his foot between the door and the doorframe stopping it. “Y/N, I just want to explain” You don’t fight it, you let him in, too tired to kick him out. “Explain what, Dean?, explain how I interrupted you cheating on me last night?” “I didn’t cheat on you, it never got that far and I wasn’t going to let it, we went on a date, she’s a friends sister and I wasn’t thinking so I said yes, after you came over last night I sent her home” he says hands deep in his pockets “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you scoff “get out” you open the door “thanks for coming, don’t come back” “Y/N” he sighs “GO!” you yelled, you slammed the door behind him as soon as he left.

You tell Charlie everything as soon as she walks through the door. “What an ass, it’s taking everything in me not to go over there and give him a piece of my mind” she paces your dorm room. “Please don’t” you look up at her from your bed. “I’m so proud of you for not giving into him, what a dirtbag” “Trust me, I won’t be speaking to him again”

That was 5 days ago, and you’ve just gone back on everything you said to Charlie.

Why? Well that can be explained over the events of the past 24 hours. Yesterday morning you were leaving your co-ed bathroom, towel wrapped around your body as you were in a rush and forgot your clothes, you hurry down the corridor, looking in every direction to make sure no one saw you when you bumped into a solid chest, you fell on your ass and you thanked god your towel didn’t fall off. You look up and see Dean, he’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and holding out the other for you to take, you thank him as he helps you up off the floor. “These are for you” he hands you the flowers “Y/N, can we talk, please?” You sigh and nod “c'mon” you gesture for him to follow you with a tilt of your head, one of your hands full with flowers and the other holding your towel tightly. Dean closes your door behind him and you immediately remove your towel, a little to show Dean what he’s missing but mostly because you wanted to get dressed as quickly as possible, he clears his throats and looks away nervously. “So, what did you want to talk about?” you asked slipping your shirt over your head. “I want to be with you, I miss you” “Dean, I-”, “look I know I was being an immature jerk and an fucking idiot for going on that stupid date but I hope you can forgive me because you’re the only one I want, Y/N and I will do anything to make you see that” he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his smell was intoxicating, he smiled at you then left, leaving you alone in your dorm room.

You see him once more before you end up in the back of his car with him. It’s 1am and you’re out at a club with some friends for one last hurrah before you graduate. You’re drunk, incredibly drunk and some douche bag is hitting on you after you have repeatedly told him your not interested. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and call the only person who you know will help you. You call him and it rings out “Hey, you’ve reached Dean, leave a message and I’ll try get back to you” You contemplate hanging up but decide to leave a message knowing he’s probably asleep and you’ll have to call a cab. “Hi, it’s me, I uh, I need some help, I’m at this club called Berserk, I’ve had a lot to drink and this guy won’t leave me alone but I’m sure you’re asleep so I’ll just call a cab, sorry if I woke you” you sigh and hang up.

You reluctantly call a cab before walking out of the bathroom, you collide with a chest for the second time today, except this one belongs to someone else. “You were in there a while, I was starting to get worried” You let out a fake laugh “actually I was on the phone to my boyfriend, he’s on his way to pick me up” “Oh, you didn’t mention you had a boyfriend, why wouldn’t you bring that up instead of purposely leading me on?” “Excuse me? I’ve told you all night I wasn’t interested, did you think that was just for fun?” “Don’t speak to me like that” “Like what? like you’re a dick because you kind of are” “And you’re kind of a bitch” he grabs your wrist and you wince in pain.

Next thing you know the douche bag who wouldn’t leave you alone was on the floor, his nose bleeding and Dean was standing right next to you. “Are you ok? Show me your wrist, did he he hurt you?” “I’m fine” you smile “now you’re here, I’m fine” Dean intertwined his fingers with yours and lead you out of the club to his car. It was quiet, the silence was overbearing, and you had questions “you got to the club fast, I thought you were asleep when I called?” “I was, I woke up just as I got the message for a new voicemail, as soon as I heard you say that you needed help I was hauling ass and asking Siri for directions” “You didn’t have to-”, “you called me for a reason, Y/N” he says glancing at you then back to the road. “I trust you”

You’re woken up at 9am by Charlie shaking you and you groan, you don’t even remember getting back to your dorm last night. “Jeez, Y/N, wake up, we graduate today” “I’m up, I’m up” “Have fun last night?” “Not really, some douche wouldn’t leave be alone and he grabbed me-”, “oh my god, are you ok?” “I’m fine, I uh, I called Dean and he kinda definitely punched the guy” “Oh my god” “I know I said wasn’t gonna talk to him again but-”, “no no no, you did the right thing” she came over and hugged you “so what does this mean? Are you thinking of giving him a second chance?” “I don’t know” you pause, you really didn’t know but you were warming up to the idea of being with Dean again “what I do know is I need to shower and get dressed, we graduate today”

You’re wearing a simple sundress under your gown, you sat and waited until your name was called and when you walked up on the stage and you could hear your parents wooing and calling out your name excitedly. You walk back to your seat and the moment comes when you throw your cap in the air, it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for and you enjoy every second of it. After you hug Charlie you walk off to find your parents and you bump into a chest, this time it’s a chest your familiar with, Dean’s chest, “congratulations” he smiles. “Thanks” you tuck you hair behind your ear, he takes your hand, leading you away from the crowd and to the parking lot “Dean where are we go-” he kisses you, you’re shocked at first but kiss him back, sliding your arms around his neck, he deepens the kiss and his tongue explores your mouth. “Dean” you whisper, your lips hovering over his “fuck me, please”

And that’s how you ended up here, naked and in the backseat of the impala. Dean’s fingers feather down to your clit and he rubs the sensitive bud, your eyes roll backwards as you cum hard around his cock, Dean follows immediately after you, releasing rope after rope of cum inside you.

“You wanna meet my parents?” you say breathlessly, feeling Dean go soft inside you. “What?” “'Cause you’re about to” you point out the rear window at your parents who are clearly looking for you “quick put some clothes on”.

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