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IT'S NOT A GOOD NIGHT IF YOU DON'T TAKE IT TOO FAR

cw: public fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!dean (i guess😭)

"i'm gonna fucking screw this up." you grumbled and tried to concentrate. "i'm tired and hungry...i don't wanna play this damn game."

"you won't screw it up," he assured, lips brushing your ear in a light chuckle. "and we can eat something after your shot."

his free hand slid from your waist to your hip—an almost possessive but subtle touch. his fingers splayed across the soft curve of your ass, thumb rubbing absentminded circles over the thin fabric of your jeans.

"just focus on the shot, sweetheart," he murmured. "i know you can do it. you're just making it harder on yourself by being so damn impatient."

"don't argue with me, jerk." you groaned and pushed the balls with your cue. "you owe me a cheese burger with some diet coke. this fucking hunt was so damn long."

"i never argue. i simply correct people when they're wrong."

dean chuckled again, the sound low and rich, and gave your hip a squeeze. he stepped back as you pushed the balls around. dean leaned his hip against the edge of the pool table, arms folding over his chest.

he couldn't resist the urge to tease you. he loved the way you got all pouty and grumpy when you were tired and hungry. it made you more adorable—if that was even possible.

the corner of dean mouth curled up in satisfaction as your shot was a success.

"told you you could do it," he quipped, that cocky smirk on his face again.

dean pushed off the pool table, stepping up behind you once more. this time, his hands settled on your hips, long fingers curled firmly into soft flesh.

"now, about that burger you said i owe you…."

“what’s up with it, sir?” youcontinued to hold the cue close to your body as you looked at the pool table.

he hummed, leaning slightly forward so his chest grazed your back. his breath was hot on your neck, and his voice was low, like a rough caress.

"well, i take my debts seriously," he replied. dean thumbs drew lazy circles on your hips, just above the waistband of your jeans. his fingers itched to venture lower, to tease that sensitive skin that lay beneath…

"and i wouldn't want my pretty girl going hungry." one hand slowly slipped to your stomach, sliding under the hem of your shirt to press his palm flat against your soft, bare skin. the contrast of his calloused hand against your warm, supple flesh was stark, and he relished the way you shivered against him, just a touch of goosebumps rippling under his touch.

with his other hand, he gently took the pool cue from your grasp, setting it down on the table. dean body shifted, pressing closer so his entire front was molded to your back.

"dean...this bar is full of people, stop it. we have an audience..." you cautiously looked around the bar, which was almost completely full of lounging, hungry young college students. the clinking of half-empty glasses, loud music, people dancing with each other, hips grinding...but your corner of the bar was too quiet. and full of tension. you knew it wouldn't be right to cross the line of 'innocent' flirting here, but with dean, your thoughts were never, how can i say...pure and innocent.

he chuckled, the sound a low, throaty rumble against your ear. his hand slid up higher under your shirt, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your navel.

"so? let 'em watch. maybe they'll learn somethin'," dean murmured, pressing his lips just below your jawline. the light scrape of his beard sent another shiver through you, and he smirked against your skin.

"besides," he continued, his hand finally venturing just a bit lower, his fingertips flirting with the edge of your jeans. "you look damn good, sweetheart. can't blame a man for wanting to show you off." he nipped at that spot beneath your ear, the one that drove you wild. It took all your willpower not to moan out loud.

"but you practically look like you want to finger-fucking me." your fingers started playing with the greenish material of the pool table, you could hear your nails scratching the table even over the loud music. "so you're saying they should learn something? you're going to give a live-action educational lesson to college students on how to give their partners the perfect orgasm with just their fingers?"

dean chuckled, his lips trailing down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "careful, sweetheart," he warned teasingly. "language like that might just get you in trouble." his hand slid lower still, the tips of his fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of your jeans, barely touching the edge of your underwear. his breath was hot against your ear.

"although," he murmured, his voice dropping another octave, "i can't say the idea isn't temptin'." his hand shifted, long fingers sliding across your stomach to the button of your jeans, toying with the tab. he couldn't help it. you were like a damn drug, and he was hopelessly, helplessly addicted.

"might get us kicked outta the bar though," he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"so this is why the bar name is 'sinners'...now everything is clear."

"damn straight," he agreed with a smirk, nipping your earlobe again. "and you're lookin' like temptation incarnate."

his hand shifted, fingers delving beneath the jeans, just brushing the fabric of your underwear. he traced lazy circles over your hip, his thumb sweeping along the elastic band. his chest was pressed flush against your back, so you'd feel the way his heart was starting to pound.

"but if you don't wanna give everyone a show," dean added, his voice huskier now, "we can take this somewhere more...private."

he pressed his hips against you just a bit, just enough to make you feel the way he was hardening cock, how your closeness was affecting him. you could already feel your cunt stretching around him. "what do you say, sweetheart?" he purered into your ear.

"no, i want you to do it here. i know you can do it without anyone would notice. fuck,.another plus point for you."

his hand paused, his fingers still dancing along the edge of your underwear. he let out a low hum, a sound that spoke of challenge and arousal all at once.

"you're a wicked woman, anyone ever tell you that?" he murmured, his lips hovering just above your skin. dean nipped at the spot on your neck he knew you loved, enjoying the way you squirmed against him. "but if you're that desperate for it, who am i to deny you?" he added with a slight edge of teasing. he knew he could do this. he could keep you on edge, teetering between pleasure and agony, without a damn soul knowing.

dean fingers slid a little lower, brushing against the front of your panties. "you gonna be quiet for me, sweetheart? or are you gonna scream my name and get us arrested?"

"we're not gonna get arrested. i promise. if they call the cops on us, i'll report the bar for drug dealing. the whole place stinks of weed and shit. we can improvize."

"good girl," he murmured, nipping your neck again. "now, don't move." he moved his other hand from your hips to your jaw, turning your head so he could claim your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. he swallowed any noise you might make, his tongue slipping past your lips to claim your mouth as his own. meanwhile, his hand pushed lower, finally sliding beneath the fabric of your underwear, fingers finding your slit and caressing it.

dean broke the kiss, his breathing ragged against your neck as he continued to kiss and nibble along your jawline. "you gotta stay quiet, honey. you swear you'll keep those pretty little noises to yourself?" he started to move his fingers, slipping a single digit between your folds as he found that spot inside you that would make you melt. "you can be a good girl for me, can't you? You can be my sweet, pretty girl."

he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing slowly, gently, just to tease you further. "i know you can," he murmured, his voice dark, his breath hot on your skin. "i know you're gonna be quiet, gonna keep all those noises i love to make you make locked inside that pretty little mouth." he withdrew his fingers for a moment, just long enough to gather some of your wetness on them, before sliding them back inside you, deeper this time. "such a tight pussy, damnit."

"i could take you right here, against this pool table," he growled, his mouth once again at your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. "in front of all these people. they'd know you're mine." he was almost growling now, his voice rough in your ear as he continued to tease you, his fingers moving in and out with agonizing slowness.

"i'd bend you over this table," dean murmured, his tongue licking a slow, hot trail up your neck. "just like this, with your hands flat against the felt. i'd make you look out at the room, at all those people in the bar...and you'd keep quiet. you'd be a good girl for me, you wouldn't make a damn sound." dean curled his fingers, finding that spot deep inside that made you gasp. "they'd all know you were mine, but they couldn't have you. they could look, but they couldn't touch. they'd be so damn jealous of me, but they could only watch."

he nipped your earlobe, his free hand grabbing your hip, holding you firmly in place, rocking his hips to your jeans covered butt. "and i'd tease and tease until you were so desperate you'd beg for me, sweetheart. because this is our curse, we depend on each other. and there is nothing we can do about it."

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