#bear batting his eyes and pouting: baby come home /please/? the bed is so lonely without you

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Take Care

Dean Ambrose/OC (smut): You and Dean have been friends with benefits for a few months now, but as time has gone on, you see him as way more than just a friend. Roman and Seth always insist that Dean is into you, but you know that Dean isn’t interested in you in that way. Or at least, that’s what you thought. (A lot of various smutty scenes plus some fluff because of who I am as a person).

Woah hey this took way longer than expected. Sorry I’ve been so fucking busy, but hopefully now that I have a little more free time I’ll be able to write more! Enjoy!

Tagging: @1dluver13xx @tornsart and @helplessly-nonstop

I let out a content sigh as I settled down onto my couch with my Chinese takeout in front of me, clad in my favorite pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Flipping my T.V. on, I randomly ended up switching to some cooking show that was currently in the middle of demonstrating how to make a rather decadent looking chocolate cake with some kind of filling.

I had the rest of the week off and was planning to spend a good chunk of my time doing not much at all, effective immediately. Traveling and working with WWE got exhausting, between the long car and plane rides and the endless string of hotel rooms, I was grateful for the opportunity to finally be able to relax in my own home and sleep in my own bed.

As I continued to dig into my dinner, making a mental note to maybe do a little more baking soon because damn that cake looked good, a loud banging on my front door reached my ears, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting anyone this late, and pretty much all of my friends were usually courteous enough to call or at least text if they were stopping by for a visit.

After waiting a few seconds, the banging continued, this time accompanied by the doorknob jiggling, causing my heart to sink. Whoever was at my door was trying to invite themselves inside. I scurried up off the couch, quietly hurrying over to grab the baseball bat that I kept next to the coatrack by my front door. I lived in a fairly safe neighborhood, but as a female living alone, I knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

Bat in hand, I stood pressed against the wall, straining to listen for something, anything else happening outside my door. The knob continued to jiggle and I could hear the faint sound of what sounded like a man’s voice, mumbling something in frustration that I couldn’t quite understand. After a few more seconds, I whipped the door open, ready to swing at whoever stood there, only to be greeted by the sight of a disgruntled Dean Ambrose.

“Fuckin’ shit doll it’s just me.” Dean’s hands shot up in front of him as he stumbled back a little bit, eyes wide. “Since when do you own a fuckin’ bat?”

“Jesus Christ Dean, you scared the shit out of me! I almost hit you with this!” I groaned, propping the wooden bat back up against the wall. Dean stood outside my door in his usual type of attire; an old pair of faded jeans, black boots, a slightly stained white t-shirt and his black leather jacket. It only took me a second glance to realize that he was wasted, something I could tell not only by the look on his face but by the fact that he could barely stand straight. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but instead gave me a sheepish grin, leaning against the doorframe so as to not lose his balance. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, amazed that he somehow was able to make it to my front door in one piece. “You’re staying here tonight. There’s no way I’m letting you try to get home like this.”

Dean smirked. “You sure that’s the only reason you want me spendin’ the night baby?” He reached down to give my ass a squeeze, “Not that I’d mind fuckin’ you ‘til mornin’,”

I playfully rolled my eyes and was about to swat his wandering hand away when I noticed the knuckles on both of his hands were badly bloodied. “Shit Dean what the hell happened?” I gently took his right hand in mine, the blood obscuring any chance of me being able to check just how bad the damage was.

He shrugged his shoulders, gaze avoiding mine, something he did when he wasn’t being completely honest or was afraid to tell the truth. “Just some asshole at the bar. Nothin’ you gotta worry yourself about sweetheart.”

I shook my head, helping him to the bathroom, deciding not to press him for the truth right now. “You really expect me not to worry about you? I don’t want you getting in any trouble,” I flipped the handle in the shower on, running my hand under the flowing water to check the temperature. “Get in. I’m going to get you some clean clothes and bandage you up when you’re done.”

“You’re not gonna join me?” Dean shrugged off his leather jacket, a lecherous grin on his face. “I could use some help getting…cleaned up.” He took a staggering step closer to me, biting his lip flirtatiously, deliberately trying to get me to cave. “Or…we could help each other get dirty, babe.”

The sound of our bodies slapping together underneath the stream of hot water echoed throughout my small bathroom as Dean grunted into my ear. “Fuck baby you’re so goddamn tight for me.”

I whined, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck as Dean held me up with my back pressed against the tiled wall as he pounded into me. “Dean please I’m so close!”

He smirked, mouth latching onto my neck, biting down just enough to make it hurt. I knew he’d leave marks that I’d have to cover up in the morning, which was something I not so secretly enjoyed. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Don’t’ wanna run outta hot water again.”

I hurriedly shook off my thoughts of our previous shower experience, giving him a look that could hardly be considered stern, “Go wash up, Dean. I mean it.” Before I could listen to any more of his pleas or attempts to woo me into the shower with him, I walked to my bedroom to fetch him some clean clothes. Dean stayed over so often that it became a habit to make sure that he always had a set or two of clothes around, along with a spare toothbrush.

I had known Dean for a few years, but only began sleeping with him about 5 or 6 months ago, and coincidentally it had started with the both of us being more than a little drunk. We were heading back to the hotel together after a night out with our co-workers and friends, stumbling out of the taxi, through the lobby and into the elevator.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet.” Dean asked, struggling a few seconds before pressing the correct button in the elevator.

“I think I drank too much.” I leaned my head against Dean’s shoulder as we rode the elevator up to our floor.

Dean nudged me once the elevator stopped moving, nodding to the open door. “Not what I meant. You were all happy n’ shit a little while ago, but now you seem sad.” While he wasn’t the most nurturing guy, Dean and I have known each other long enough and spent enough time together to the point where we both know when the other was acting odd. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just being dumb.” I mumbled as Dean and I made our way to the room we were sharing.

Whenever we were on the road, Dean usually was the one that I’d end up rooming with. Not that I didn’t love Roman and Seth, but Roman was way too much of an early bird for my taste and Seth was a night owl who snored like a damn bear. How the two of them roomed together as much as they did, I’ll never know.  

Dean grumbled, finally sliding the keycard correctly before opening the door. “You’re not being dumb. Tell me what’s on your mind babe.”

I flopped down onto my bed nearest to the window, surprised when Dean settled down next to me instead of on his own bed (Not that I minded). “It’s just…seeing Miz and Maryse and all the other couples together…gets to me sometimes. I try not to think about it but I just get so fucking lonely, Dean. It’s not like I’m looking for a soul mate or anything but I just want someone to be there, you know? Someone who doesn’t mind the schedule that comes with our line of work; someone who just fucking gets it.”

Dean was quiet and for a minute, I thought my rambling had put him to sleep but he, as gently as he could, wrapped an arm around me, doing his best to comfort me. “Hey it’s alright. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ someone to be there. Everyone gets lonely sweetheart. Shit I feel it sometimes too.”

We were both silent again, me mainly because I was doing my damnedest to fight back drunken, over-emotional tears. I didn’t want Dean to see me cry over something so silly.

Suddenly, his arm was no longer around me and instead both of his hands were grasping my face, bringing it level with his so that our eyes met. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off if I’m overstepping here, but…you’re lonely, I’m lonely,” He paused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, almost as if he were choosing his next words carefully. “So let’s do somethin’ about it, sweetheart.”

And the rest, as they say, is history. I had been relieved, to say the least, that the next morning wasn’t awkward or weird between the two of us. Quite the opposite actually, as I discovered after Dean and I practically pounced on each other for another round. Even when we were just friends I absolutely found him attractive, but ever since that night, there was always something a little more there that only seemed to grow as we spent more and more time together. We both knew we didn’t want things getting too weird in the workplace, meaning the only ones who knew of our “relationship” were Seth and Roman. I think we had both eventually wanted to tell the two of them at some point; only we didn’t get the chance to do it ourselves.

“Deaaaaan stop teasing me.” I pouted, squirming beneath him. He was on top of me leaving small kisses (and the occasional bite) down my stomach, conveniently stopping right above my panty line with a devilish smirk on his face.

And instead of going lower like I hoped he would, he rose back up, claiming my lips with his own. “Mmm can’t help that you’re so much fun to tease, sweetheart.” He grinned into the kiss as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even closer to me.

We were both usually so careful, since this had been going on for about a month at this point so I’m not sure how it happened, but we both had no time to react when the door to our hotel room opened.

“Hey guys are you-“ As the voice stopped, it felt like everything in the room had as well. My eyes drifted towards the source of the voice to see our dear friend Seth Rollins, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. I think Dean was so shocked that it didn’t immediately register to him that he was still on top of me.

Seth cleared his throat. “Fuck sorry I uh, just wanted to see if you guys wanted to come to breakfast with us and you both weren’t answering your phones so I-” Seth continued to ramble, his eyes desperately trying to find something, anything else in the room to focus on.

Dean finally snapped out of his daze and in one swift movement, threw himself off of me while tossing a blanket over my barely clothed form, adjusting himself in his boxers to make sure he was covered as well. “Listen it’s not-“

Seth took a step backwards, motioning towards the hall. “I should probably go before-“

“I thought we were getting breakfast! Is Ambrose still asleep?” The teasing voice of our other friend Roman Reigns interrupted Seth.

As I removed the blanket from my head, something Dean did during his haste to cover me, I saw Roman come into view in the doorway as well, his playful grin fading quickly.

His eyes travelled between Dean and I a few times before realizing what was happening, his mouth forming an “oh”.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between the four of us, Roman cleared his throat and gently elbowed Seth, “We’ll let you guys get dressed and meet you there. We’re going to the diner across the street.” With that, the two of them left us to change into something a little more presentable while we quietly freaked out amongst ourselves.

While it began as one of the most awkward breakfasts I’d ever experienced in my life, thankfully things ended on an all right note. Seth profusely apologized, assuring me over and over that he barely saw anything and that Dean had successfully blocked his line of sight, while Roman dryly joked that exchanging extra hotel keycards for “emergencies” wasn’t the best idea.

Dean and I explained briefly how things got started that very first night, while leaving out some of the more X-rated details, of course. I think the worry had quickly shifted from Dean and I being caught to our hooking up causing an uncomfortable dynamic in our friend group, which is something that he and I considered pretty heavily as us sleeping together became more and more frequent. It was definitely something that scared me, the thought of my relationship with any of them, especially Dean, changing for the worse, but Dean and I made a pact that no matter what, we wouldn’t let what we were doing interfere with us being friends.

I made my way back into the bathroom, placing his folded clothes on the edge of the sink, staying quiet so I didn’t have to listen to anymore of his begging. As much as I would have loved joining him in the shower, there was no way him drunkenly trying to lift me against the wall would be a smart idea.

I willed myself not to glance at Dean’s silhouette through the fogged-up glass where he stood, scrubbing his scruffy hair, as I quickly retrieved the first-aid kit from underneath my sink.

I left the bathroom and placed the first aid kit on my coffee table, popping it open to double check that I had what was needed in order to nurse Dean’s “battle wounds”. I walked over to my linen closet, pulled out a spare set of sheets and arranged them on my couch along with a spare pillow.

I heard some shuffling coming from then bathroom and shortly after felt a pair of arms wrap around my midsection. “Mmm you’re gonna make me sleep on the couch baby? Jeez am I really in the doghouse for scarin’ ya?”

“No Dean, you’re taking the bed. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I laughed. “And for the record, I think the only one who was scared was you when you saw the bat.”

He grumbled, ignoring the last part of my sentence. “Why would you wanna do a thing like that when you could be all cuddled up next to me, huh? I’m real comfy, you know.”

Turning around, I saw that, unsurprisingly, Dean chose to forgo the t-shirt I had left him and only wore the black sweatpants. If it were up to him, he’d probably be close to naked as often as possible.

I ignored his words, gesturing towards the couch. “Sit down and let me bandage you up.”

I swore I saw Dean’s face soften for a moment before he plopped down on the couch, holding both of his hands out towards me. “Always takin’ such good care of me.”

I opened my mouth to say something in response but decided against it and took a seat next to him. Upon closer examination, his wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they had appeared since all the blood was washed away. The knuckles on his three middle fingers were all split open, but nothing severe enough that would require any serious medical attention.

“So do you feel like telling me what actually happened?” I glanced up at him only to see that he was eyeing my dinner that lay long abandoned on my coffee table.

Dean let out a “pffft”. “Told you, just some asshole causing trouble. Had to straighten his shit out.”

I gently began to wrap his quickly bruising knuckles, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Somehow I get the feeling that you were causing trouble too. As usual.” I had seen my fair share of Dean getting into brawls at bars, though usually Roman, Seth, or myself (or sometimes a combination of all three of us) are able to stop him before things could get physical.

“Who me? Never.” Dean gave me a lopsided grin, reaching for the fork with his free hand, using it to dig a dumpling out of one of the takeout boxes and popped it in his mouth. “This from that place down the street? Good shit.”

He also dug into some more than likely cold lo mein noodles before I finally finished addressing his wounds. “Alright let’s get you to sleep.” I somehow managed to get him into bed after he ate a few more bites of my dinner. He frowned, giving me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes when I continued to stand next to the bed.

“Dean that’s not fair.” I giggled, unable to hide my amusement. Sober Dean never begged, playfully or otherwise. When I’d tease him about it later on, he’d claim to not remember or flat out deny it. “The only one who begs here is you, doll.”  

“C’mon doll, just lay with me? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” He held his left hand up while he patted the empty space next to him with his right. “Scout’s honor.”

I let out a sigh as if I were conceding; when in reality it wasn’t that much of a fight for me. I absolutely loved the feeling of being snuggled up against Dean while we slept. Drunk Dean tended to toss and turn like no tomorrow in his sleep, prompting my makeshift bed on the couch, but when he was like this I could never really say no. “Alright boy scout just let me go clean up first.”

Dean flopped down on the bed, grinning victoriously as I made my way back to the kitchen, tossing the empty takeout box into the trash while sticking the leftovers in the fridge.

My phone suddenly buzzed from its place on my counter, the screen showing a message from Seth.

Hey sorry to bug you so late but have you heard from Dean at all?

I “heard” him drunkenly banging on my front door if that’s what you mean.

Shit sorry. Ro and I pried him off some drunken idiot he was kicking the shit out of and turned our backs for a minute. Next thing we know, Dean stumbled off. Had no idea where the hell he went.

It’s cool Seth, he’s crashing here tonight. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he’s already sleeping. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. :)

Thanks a million. He’s lucky he has you around to take care of him. ;) Night.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore Seth’s winky face that he decided to include and silenced my phone for the night. Seth was always a little more brazen whenever he’d tease me about Dean, as opposed to Roman, yet the two of them seemed like they were both a little too eager to play matchmaker.

That was also the second time in the evening where the idea of me “taking care” of Dean came up. I mean, don’t get me wrong, a lot of times I did, especially if I was playing designated driver and Dean drank a little too much. But that’s just what people who care about each other do, right? They take care of each other. And despite me being possibly the more “responsible” one, there were plenty of times where Dean took care of me too. Like when he punched a guy out at the bar for bothering me. Or like the time we were on tour for my birthday, but he still made it a point to order pizza to our hotel room and watch movies with me all night long.

When I got back to the bedroom, as predicted, Dean was already fast asleep, sprawled out smack dab in the middle of the bed, leaving me very little room, despite my bed being queen sized.

I crawled next to him, nudging him over as gently as possible so I could at least get some blanket for myself. “You’re such a handful, you know that?”

A loud snore was the only response I received, as Dean remained unmoving on his back for now.

I rolled my eyes, managing to pull a pillow from his side of the bed, finally making myself comfortable. “You’re lucky I love you.”

I woke up the next morning relatively early with Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his front pressed against my back as he softly snored in my ear.

Squirming out of his grip, I made my way to the kitchen and began brewing a pot of coffee. Figuring that Dean would probably wake up feeling like absolute shit, the least I could do was whip the two of us up some breakfast and maybe get him some aspirin if his hangover was that severe. I wasn’t sure exactly how much he had drank last night, but something tells me it was maybe more than usual.

I began getting out the ingredients necessary to make pancakes, Dean’s all-time favorite breakfast food. Although he absolutely loathed waking up early, Dean loved breakfast. Mostly for the food, but partially for the all too familiar sight of me in the kitchen wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

“God damn you feel fuckin’ good baby.” Dean had me bent over the countertop, my cheek pressed against the cool marble as he pounded into me from behind. “This pussy is so fucking tight for me, fuck.”

I let out a whine as his hand ran over my ass, spanking each cheek once before squeezing harshly. “Mmm fuck Dean, harder!”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder baby? What about breakfast? Maybe I should stop.” he teased, having the nerve to slow down, and I almost thought he was going to completely pull out of me and stop all together.

About 5 minutes prior to our current position, I had been brewing a pot of coffee and asking Dean what he wanted to eat for breakfast. Not surprisingly, he had responded with, “you” which I brushed off, but apparently, he wasn’t kidding around this time.

Of course, I slapped his wandering hand away, telling him that he should really eat something, that it’s no good to work out on an empty stomach, that Roman and Seth would be waiting for him. I quickly found myself melting underneath his touch as his lips found their way to my collarbone, his fingers tugging my shorts down my legs, but leaving the oversized white shirt on before angling me over the kitchen counter.  

“No! Please don’t stop! Please!” I knew he wanted me to beg. Wanted me to show him how much I really wanted it. We had just started and I already felt myself coming dangerously close to the edge, my hands slid across the smooth marble, desperate to hold onto something.  

I could hear him chuckle in response as he promptly sunk his cock back into me as deep as it could go. “God you’re so hot like this. No worries baby, I ain’t stoppin’.”

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, thankful that I did so before I could accidentally burn our breakfast.

I flipped a few more pancakes, piling them high on a glass plate before bringing them to the table, spraying a cute little whipped cream smiley face on top as a last-minute touch. I usually made plenty since Dean had a pretty hefty appetite, and I knew hungover Dean could be especially ravenous.  

As if on cue, Dean stumbled out of the bedroom, hair unruly and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Morning darlin’.”

“Morning,” I shot him a smile, pouring him a cup of coffee. “Made your favorite.”

“Well ain’t you just a regular homemaker?” Dean teased, plopping down in his seat, chuckling as I gasped playfully, feigning offense. “Kidding. You’re an angel, thanks.”

We ate in comfortable silence, Dean practically inhaling his pancakes without bothering to fully chew them first, one of the telltale signs of a grown man with a terrible hangover.

I laughed, “Take it easy, I can make more you know. Don’t go choking to death on me.” And leaned forward, wiping away some whipped cream that had found its way onto the corner of his mouth in his stubble. Before I could move back, Dean grabbed my wrist, pulling me so that I was sitting on his lap, noisily sucking the whipped cream off of my finger, eyes locked with mine.

I bit my lip, admittedly finding the sight more than a little arousing as Dean’s free hand slowly crept up my thigh. “I think I’d rather be eatin’ something else right now,”

Suddenly a knock came to my front door, causing Dean to groan into my neck in frustration. “Leave it doll. Please? S’probably nothin’ important.”

I wiggled out of his arms and stood up to answer the door, much to Dean’s (and admittedly my own) disappointment. At my front door stood Roman and Seth, both clearly dressed for the day unlike Dean and myself.

“Ambrose you’re awake and functioning? After last night? I must be dreaming.” Seth cackled and stepped inside, ruffling my hair lightly as he did so.

Roman followed behind him, wrapping an arm around me in a hug, “Thanks for looking after him. Seth and I were worried when he disappeared on us last night.”

I gave the large Samoan’s tattooed arm a squeeze, smiling. “What kind of person would I be if I let this knucklehead stumble home drunk by himself?”

Dean let out a long yawn, “Oh shit. We supposed to train today?” Sure enough, Seth and Roman were all decked out in their typical gym attire of basketball shorts and t-shirts.

“Yeah and we’re gonna be late. Get your ass in gear, Ambrose. Chop chop.” Seth motioned towards the door.

Dean grabbed the clean shirt he had left in the bathroom the night before and tossed it on over his head. “Catch you later, doll.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in for a surprisingly long kiss. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Roman lingered behind as Seth and Dean went out the door, Seth giving me a 10-mile-wide grin as he did. “So…did anything interesting happen last night?”

I shot him a playful look, “I think it’s a little invasive to be asking about my sex life, Ro. But no, just drunk Dean being drunk Dean.”

Roman’s chest rumbled with laughter, “You know what I meant. And believe me, I don’t need to know the…intimate details. Especially after seeing you two almost naked.”

“I do, and the answer is still no, Roman.” He was most likely asking because of the kiss Dean gave me before leaving. It wasn’t unusual for Dean to plant one on me in front of Roman and Seth every so often, but admittedly it was never long or dare I say, loving, like this one had been.

“I just think you’re making a mistake sweetheart. I know for a fact he really cares about you. Don’t you think you should tell him how you feel?” Despite his gentle words, Roman was frowning at me. I knew he didn’t approve of me keeping my feelings from Dean.

I didn’t really want to talk about this much more, mainly because I’d get upset thinking about how Dean will never really want a relationship, not just with me, but with any other girl. “I didn’t say he didn’t care, Ro. I’m just being realistic. Dean isn’t a relationship guy. And that’s fine, I just have to accept that.” I was almost certain that Dean and I were exclusively sleeping with just each other, but the thought of him with anyone else admittedly left a pit in my stomach.

With a disapproving look and a shrug, Roman headed for the door, “I’m just telling you I’ve known Ambrose a long time. And I’ve never seen him with anyone the way he is with you.” And bid me a goodbye, going to join Seth and Dean in the car downstairs.

I tried not to let Roman’s words affect me as I went on with my day, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. There was no way Dean felt the same way about me as I did him. He probably just kissed me like that as a “thank you” for taking care of him and making breakfast this morning. Just something that a good friend would do. A really, really good friend.

A few hours passed and after running errands and doing miscellaneous things around the house, my phone buzzed with a text.

Picking up the phone, I saw it was from Dean. He wasn’t much of a texter, so it was a little unusual to say the least. Dean was more of a talk in person type; always frustrated with texting and that he can never show how he really feels. I had recently gotten him to try “facetime” though, which he was surprisingly really excited about, especially since he seemed to loathe the smartphone he received after having a crappy flip phone for the longest time. “You mean I can talk to people face to face without having to deal with them in person!? That’s fuckin’ great, holy shit.” It also helped on nights where we weren’t on the road together but were feeling particularly…needy.

“Shit stop teasing me baby. S’not fair.” Dean’s groan sounded from the other side of the phone as I ran my camera over my body.

I giggled. “I’m not teasing. Just showing you what I bought at the mall today. Nothing wrong with that.” I knew Dean would want to facetime me once he was back at the hotel, so I had picked up a lace, baby pink lingerie set from Victoria’s Secret when I had gone shopping earlier in the day.

“It’s teasing because I ain’t there to rip it off you.” Dean practically growled as I fiddled with the strap of my bra, sliding it slowly down my shoulder, “Can’t wait ‘til this week is over.”

“Hmmm? Why’s that?” I gave him a coy smile, biting my lip as I saw his free hand slide down and grab the now prominent bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll have you all to myself. Then you’re gonna get it, cupcake.”

I stopped myself before my thoughts could wander any further and opened the message.

Doing anything tonight?

Nope, nothing at all. What’s up?

Good. We’re going out to dinner. Wear something fancy.

Ok? Can I at least ask what the occasion is?

Nope. Picking you up at 7.

I raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that he wouldn’t give me any more details, even if I asked. I knew it wasn’t anyone’s birthday, so my mind was a blank at what could be cause for any type of celebration.

It didn’t take me too long to get ready; I didn’t do anything too crazy special with my hair and my makeup was what I usually went with plus some red lipstick as an extra little touch. Going based off of Dean’s decently vague description of “fancy”, I decided to wear a simple, yet elegant off the shoulder black cocktail dress and a pair of matching black heels.

A knock came to my door at a surprisingly punctual 6:58 pm. Dean wasn’t exactly great when it came to being on time for things, so I was surprised to say the least.

I opened the door to see him standing there, wearing a black suit jacket over a gray button-down with dark pants, and a way too large bouquet of pink flowers clasped tightly in his hands.

“Woah. Shit babe, you look amazing.” He held the flowers out to me, a grin on his face. “Here. I know you like pink and all that.”.

“Aww thank you Dean, they’re beautiful.” I took the flowers from him, retreating briefly back to the kitchen. I fished a vase out from under one of the cabinets, quickly filled it with water and placed the bouquet front and center on my coffee table.

Dean held his arm out to me in a rather dramatic fashion, grinning. “Shall we?” We walked down to his car, where he opened the passenger side door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. “Shit I’m happy I picked you up. Hate driving in this part of town; way too much fucking traffic.” He put the car into drive, lightly grasping my left hand with his right as we pulled onto the road.

Whether it was between hotels in different cities or just around town to meet up with friends, Dean always liked to have me in the car with him while he drove. Mainly because I was able to keep him calm during his frequent bouts of road rage. In more ways than one.

“Ugh Christ doll you’re so fuckin’ good with your mouth…” Dean groaned, his right hand entangled in my hair while the left gripped the steering wheel as my mouth moved up and down on his member. Dean and I were driving to the venue for Monday Night Raw, and he was quite grumpy after sitting in about half an hour of traffic on the highway. Thankfully we were now in a rather rural area on some back roads, and the only car at that.

Usually I could get him to calm down a little just by making sure he didn’t get out of the car and strange whoever was driving in front of us, but today he was particularly on edge. So, I decided to help him de-stress in one of the only ways I knew wouldn’t fail.

I felt a brief stretch of bumpiness on the asphalt beneath us as my tongue worked the head of his cock. “Keep your eyes on the road, Ambrose.” I playfully scolded before he urged me to continue my ministrations.

“Can’t help it when I got something so gorgeous in my lap. Love seein’ that pretty lil’ mouth ‘round my dick.” He hummed, and I could tell he was turning something over in his mind. “You know I could just pull over. So the both of us could have a little fun. Backseats got plenty of room…” I could tell he was grinning as he sang the last part.

I knew he wasn’t wrong; we had wound up with a rather spacious rental this time around. “We’ll be at the hotel soon, Dean. I think you can wait.”

“Mmm but we have over an hour until we get there, sweetheart. Don’t know if I can wait that long.” I felt the car slow down and before I knew it, we had pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

I sat back up, sighing loudly in order to cover up the grin that was creeping onto my face, “If we end up being late, I’m blaming you.” And began to climb into the backseat.

Dean smirked, “The only thing you’ll be blaming me for is when you’re walkin’ funny through the lobby.” And gave my ass a slap before following me. “Now get your ass back there so I can fuck your brains out.”.

“Hey, you in there?” I jolted as Dean lightly shook my shoulder, taking me out of my daydream. We were parked in the lot adjacent to the restaurant.

“Oh jeez, sorry. I was zoning out.” I hoped my face wasn’t as flushed as it felt.

Dean chuckled, thankfully not pressing me any further. “All good. We’re here.”

We got out of the car and made our way towards the restaurant; an all too fancy place that I had never tried, mainly because an occasion had never arisen until now apparently.

We were led over to our table after Dean gave his reservation name. Dean hurriedly pulled my chair out for me, as the waiter left us with our menus.

I was thrown off suddenly as I sat down. It was a table for two. It was pretty common practice for the four of us to go out together, and I had just assumed Seth and Roman were meeting us here, as they usually would. “Are…Roman and Seth not coming?”

I saw a brief look of disappointment flicker across his face and I instantly regretted my words. “Oh. I uh, thought it’d be nice if it were just the two of us tonight, doll. If that’s alright with you?”

I was more than all right with it, but my heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. “Yeah of course. I’m just so used to being a group of four, you know? Thank god too, you’ve seen the way they eat.” I teased, hopefully lightening the mood. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I didn’t want to be here with him.

Dean smiled at me from across the table as the waiter came back with a bottle of red wine, pouring each of us a glass, giving us a few minutes to decide on what we were ordering. I was about 75% certain Dean didn’t like wine all that much so I wasn’t sure why he requested a bottle be brought.

“Be right back, just wanna wash my hands.” Dean got up and made his way towards the bathrooms.

As I tried to calm myself a little, the realization of this being a “date” of sorts dawning on me, my phone buzzed within my purse. I fished it out, only to be greeted with a text from Roman.

Hope you’re having a good time.

You knew about this!?

The next message came with a picture attached, a selfie of Roman and Seth, sitting in what looked like Seth’s apartment with takeout in front of them, playing video games with Seth’s dog curled up in his lap. You’re eating better than we are. Enjoy your date. ;)

Meanwhile Dean was splashing some water on his face, his phone vibrating in his pocket. Dean hurriedly grabbed the device, seeing that the message was from Seth.

How’s it going?

Great, except that I’m hiding in the bathroom.

For the love of God, the fucking bathroom, Dean?

Can’t help it. I’m fucking nervous.

Trust me man, she’s crazy about you.  Just get your ass back out there.

Dinner had gone on relatively well. Dean’s always been a pretty easy guy to talk to, and we found ourselves going on as if we weren’t on what could be considered a date. Not just us hanging out at the bar with other people, or relaxing at my house, but a real, actual, legitimate date. It was like nothing I had ever experienced with a guy, especially not Dean, who let’s face it, usually wasn’t into the whole “wine and dine” thing.

After we finished our meal, Dean paid the bill and we drove back to my place in comfortable silence. Dean lingered at the door, almost as if he were unsure if I was going to invite him in until it actually happened.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Dean,” I smiled as he threw his jacket over one of the chairs in my living room. “Also not that I didn’t enjoy myself, but you never told me what the occasion was?”

Dean chuckled, plopping down onto my couch. “What I ain’t allowed to take you somewhere nice just because I feel like it?”

“Not for nothing but “somewhere nice” is usually my couch with a bottle of whiskey and some burgers and fries.” I giggled, taking a seat next to him and kicked off my heels with a content sigh. It was certainly rare for me to dress up like this, especially with the heels, so being barefoot again was a welcome relief.

Dean put his hand over his heart, as if I had actually hurt his feelings and turned away from me. “Ohhh one fancy dinner and suddenly you’re too good for the best burger joint in town? I see how it is. Last time I take you to any of my favorite places.”

I gasped just as dramatically, “First of all, that’s the absolute worst thing you’ve ever said to me! You know I love their cheese fries!” I tugged his arm so that he faced me again. “I’m trying to be serious, Dean!”

Dean chuckled again, his eyes barely meeting mine. “I know doll, I’m just havin’ a real hard time saying this. Not great at…expressin’ my feelings n’ shit, you know?”

I didn’t respond this time, giving him the silence that I had a feeling he needed in order to say whatever was on his mind.

Dean’s gaze finally met my own as he nervously licked his lips before opening his mouth, “God I just want so much more than…all this. I love driving with you, I love getting drunk and doing stupid shit with you, I love waking up with you next to me. Jesus, I just fuckin’ love you, ok? And I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you for the longest goddamn time.”

My heart felt as if it were in my throat as he sat there, anxiously wringing his hands together, his eyes finding sudden interest in my living room carpet. I had no idea what to say. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say to him; how I felt absolutely, without a doubt, the same way and that I too had been keeping it to myself for the longest time. “Why did you wait until now to tell me? Why tonight?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “You said you weren’t looking for a “soul mate” so I didn’t wanna bring it up. Thought you didn’t want me like that. Thought you weren’t interested. But I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst every time I saw you.”

I don’t know why I kept asking so many questions, but I was truly at a loss at the moment, gently gripping his hand. “How long have you felt this way, Dean?”

“Since I first kissed ya, babe. Shit maybe even before that.” I could tell by the smile on his face that he was looking back fondly on the memory, even though it may have been a little fuzzy. “All I know is I fell for ya, real fuckin’ hard. And I just…I had to tell ya. I know it’s a lot for you to take in but-“

I abruptly cut him off by pressing a kiss against his lips, causing a noise of surprise to arise from his throat. The longer I let him talk, the more I knew he would overthink the whole situation, and being that I couldn’t come up with anything to say at the moment, I figured I’d just show him how I felt. Dean seemed to have put two and two together and feverishly returned the kiss, all teeth as he nipped my bottom lip with a low growl.

He pulled away suddenly, practically gasping for air, “You wanna know the real reason I nearly killed that idiot at the bar?” He didn’t wait for me to answer and continued talking. “He was talkin’ about you. Made some gross comments and I lost my shit.” He sounded as if he were nearly out of breath talking, as if he was hurrying to get all of the words out of his mouth before he forgot them. “If Roman and Seth hadn’t held me back I probably would’ve knocked that son of a bitch’s teeth out. That’s why I told you today. Because of all things, that stupid asshole made me realize just how much I fucking care about you, princess.”

Before I could reply, Dean’s lips were against my neck, a rumble sounding deep within his throat. “Not to ruin the moment or anything, but you look fuckin’ smokin’ hot in this dress.” I felt him smirk as his fingers ran down my back, toying with the zipper. “Still wanna get you out of it though.” I could barely hold back the whimper the escaped my lips, chills spreading over my entire body at the sensation of his teeth nipping at the skin near my collarbone.

Dean stood me up and unzipped my dress from behind, slowly kissing down my shoulder blades as he did so, the scruff of his beard rubbing against my skin. “So fuckin’ gorgeous for me darlin’. Always so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He carefully helped me out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor to pool at my feet, leaving me in only my matching bra and panty set, the plum-colored one I knew he loved. The sentiment that was affirmed by the low groan and the “fuck” he uttered under his breath as he lightly pushed me so I was on the couch, laying on my back.

“Promise I’m gonna take real good care of you, angel.” He positioned himself between my legs, dropping down and running a finger over my clothed core, causing me to shudder. “Least I can do since you’re always takin’ such good care of me.” He didn’t even bother removing my panties, instead simply pulled them to the side, “Gotta taste you, baby. Can’t help myself,” and grinned before leaning forward and burying his face in between my thighs.

I almost jolted off the couch from the contact but Dean’s firm grip on my legs kept me in place. His tongue immediately went to work on my clit, dipping down every so often to run over my folds, gauging his movements based off of how loudly I would moan or gasp in response. “Mmm so nice and wet for me doll.” He glanced up at me as he placed an achingly slow and long lick directly on my clit, grinning as he did so. “This pretty little pussy always so ready for me.”

“Oh fuck Dean!” I cried out, arching against each lick and stroke of his tongue as my hands found their place in his hair, tugging at his light brown locks. The sensation of his mouth on me combined with the slight burn of his facial hair rubbing against my thighs was sending me into sensory overload. 

With each swipe of his tongue I felt my orgasm creeping up almost embarrassingly close. Dean must have been able to tell I was close to finishing, stopping to shoot a smirk up at me. “Fuck baby, almost there already?” I chewed my bottom lip, nodding, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I don’t know if I was just way too aroused or if Dean was doing a particularly good job (or maybe it was both), but either way I wasn’t complaining.

Dean seemed incredibly smug, always proud of the wonderfully dirty things he could do with his tongue and mouth. Sometimes, for his idea of “fun” he’d try to see how quickly or how many times he could make me cum. Like it was some sort of accomplishment worth bragging about. Thankfully (at least I hoped) he never did.

“Don’t worry. You know I ain’t gonna let this be your only one.” With that, Dean resumed, his tongue going into overdrive as it circled my clit at a more rapid pace. Dean didn’t take his eyes off of me as my first orgasm ran through me like a freight train, a satisfied “mmm” coming out of him, the vibration drawing one last, loud moan from me.

Dean sat back up, hurriedly tossed his shirt off behind him and undid the buckle on his pants, somehow kicking them off his legs without tripping. I sat up, my legs still a bit shaky, watching as he stripped his boxers off. He seemed downright frantic, as if I would change my mind if he didn’t strip fast enough.

Dean shot me a grin when he saw me admiring his naked form and sat on the couch, pulling me towards him. “Get on top, baby. Wanna watch you. Wanna really look at you when I fuck you.”

With my legs still wobbling, I climbed over so I was straddling him and slowly sunk down onto his cock with very little effort, my eyes fluttering shut as I did so. “Ohhhh fuck.” Dean and I had done this dozens of times, but the feeling of him filling me up was something that I could never get enough of. “God Dean, you feel amazing.”

Dean groaned loudly, his hands immediately grasping my hips as I settled myself in his lap, a knee on either side of him. “Shit just like that, so fuckin’ good, baby. So tight.” Slowly, his hips began to roll against mine, drawing out each and every motion, a stark contrast to the rough, fast-paced sex we would usually have. His movements felt deliberate and calculated, with every thrust brushing up against my core in just the right way.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved me up and down on him, each and every thrust hitting me in just the right spot. “Dean just like that, oh my god.” Though it was more gentle than usual, each of his slow-paced thrusts were sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

Dean always made me feel sexy when we were together. Sometimes it was with his words, telling me how gorgeous I looked with his cock in my mouth or how good I looked on my hands and knees. Other times the noises I’d elicit from him with my mouth would be the only indication I would need from him. I was always pretty sure of myself when we had sex. But now? It felt like the first time all over again. Only this time I didn’t have the liquid courage of one too many whiskey cokes in me. Just the tangible nervousness that seemed to be lingering in the air.

I didn’t voice these thoughts, but it turned out that I didn’t have to. It seemed as if every word out of Dean’s mouth was some sort of praise of how beautiful I was or how much he loved me. It was like the first time he said it broke the dam and now he couldn’t stop saying it.

Usually, Dean’s mouth would stay attached to my breasts or his face would be buried into my neck, leaving a trail of marks, pausing here and there to whisper filthy things into my ear. But instead, his blue orbs were locked with mine, occasionally squeezing shut every so often as I continued to bounce in his lap, only breaking eye contact when he’d lean in to kiss me.

“God you’re so beautiful. Shit, you’re always beautiful but something about when you’re like this, doll…” he trailed off, slowly thrusting his hips back into me, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. “You are just…so fuckin’ perfect baby.”

I leaned forward, claiming his lips again as another moan escaped me. “Dean please, I’m so fucking close. Don’t make me beg for it, please let me cum.” I was trying desperately to keep it together but failing miserable as my second orgasm was quickly sneaking up on me much faster than I had anticipated. “I need to cum Dean, please. Please?”

“Oh you can cum, baby. I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you cum for me again.” he chuckled. I could tell by his thrusts becoming more and more shallow and by the look on his face that he was also nearing the edge. He slid his right hand between us, quickly finding my clit and rubbing in small, hurried circles, holding me tightly pressed against him with his other arm. “C’mon gorgeous cum for me just one more time. Show me how god damn pretty you look when you cum all over my dick, baby.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, letting out a cry that was a mix of his name that trailed off into a bout of incoherent moans. Dean growled, slamming me down onto him one last time before spilling himself inside of me, his mouth hanging open slightly. “Holy shit, babe.”

I slid my arms back around his neck, breathing out a laugh as he kissed me again, pressing our foreheads together. It took us both a few minutes before we had the energy to move again, and after separating, Dean scooped me up into his arms, carrying me towards my bedroom. “Lemme go pick those up.” He gestured towards our discarded clothes that littered the living room floor. “I know you hate when I leave my clothes all over the place.” He wasn’t wrong; I never let him hear the end of it if we’re at his place and he hasn’t done his laundry, which is more often than not.

Dean laid me down in the middle of the bed and retreated briefly back into the living room to clean up.

I stood up, my legs still slightly trembling as I walked over to my drawer, grabbing a pair of panties and one of Dean’s shirts to sleep in. I had a feeling he’d protest seeing me in clothes, thoroughly enjoying having me naked next to him in bed.

Instead, Dean walked into the room in the middle of me changing, wolf whistling as I pulled his shirt over my head. “Well ain’t you lookin’ cute.” Dean grinned, pulling a clean pair of boxers on before flopping into bed. “Starting to think you should only be allowed to wear my clothes from now on.”

I crawled into bed next to him, adjusting so that my head laid against his chest. I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, which sounded as if it was just slowing down to a normal speed.

I could feel Dean fumbling around for a few seconds with the arm that wasn’t around me, and I assumed he was being a saint and shutting my alarm for the next day. I heard him mumble to himself a few times before I heard a loud, familiar cackle followed by Dean’s “Oh shit”.

I opened my eyes and discovered what the issue was. Dean, phone in hand, had apparently facetimed Seth in what I can only assume was an accident. “Fuck I was trying to text you how the fuck-“ Despite him sort of having the hang of it, I was really going to have to teach him how to use his new phone properly someday.

“Well I was gonna ask you how dinner went but I can see that ya’ll just finished dessert.” Seth laughed again. “Also, thanks for not being naked by the way. Was worried I’d have to throw my phone to make sure I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t.”

I groaned, taking a handful of covers and pulling them over my head. “Can’t this wait until tomorrow, Seth?”

Dean cleared his throat and I could tell by the way he was speaking that he had the biggest grin on his face. “My bad, meant to text you.” Dean tugged the covers back down so that I could see him again. “You cool with me telling him, babe?”

“If he hasn’t figured it out already then be my guest.” I nudged his arm over slightly so that I could get comfortable again.

“What’s up? What did you guys-“ Seth’s eyes suddenly widened with the realization of what Dean and I were implying. “Oh no. No way. Are you fucking serious!? Holy shit man, finally! You hear that, Roman!?” Seth was practically shouting at this point, hurriedly passing the phone to Roman.

“About damn time, uce. Between the two of you being so damn stubborn I almost thought it’d never happen.” The large Samoan grinned at us from the other side of the screen. “And I’m also happy you two are halfway decent this time.”

Dean shooed the two of them off facetime after another minute with the promise of catching up over lunch tomorrow and tossed his phone off to the side. “Shit sorry ‘bout that angel. As you can tell, I’m still sorta gettin’ used to the whole “smartphone” thing.”

I laughed, “All good. We were going to have to tell them at some point. And like they said, at least we both had a little more on.” I quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Hey don’t gimme that look, babe! I had you covered last time, didn’t I?” Dean scratched his stubble, grinning sheepishly.

I gave his hand a squeeze, smiling at him softly. “Mmhm. Always taking care of me.” As I readjusted in his arms, a rather large realization suddenly dawned on me. “Oh my gosh!”

Dean raised an eyebrow at my exclamation as he pulled the sheets up over our bodies, “You good babe? What’s up?”

“I just realized I never said it back! What’s wrong with me!?” I quickly scrambled so that I was sitting back up and grasped his face in my hands, peppering small kisses all over his cheeks and lips. “I love you too, Dean. So so so much.” Finally saying it out loud and seeing the look on his face when I said it was something that made me happier than I could ever imagine. Not having to hold it in every single time I was with him filled me with relief beyond compare.

Dean let out a laugh, “S’ok. Figured it was sorta implied. Jesus how’d I get so fuckin’ lucky huh?” and kissed me again as I settled back into his arms. “Let’s get some sleep baby. Been a long ass day.” As my eyes shut, I felt him lean in, whispering in my ear, “Gonna be takin’ care of you for a long time, so get used to it doll.”