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Shutting off the lights in his bakery, Dean grabs the little box on the counter along with the plastic fork he put beside it. He takes the keys from his pocket and locks up the front door.
Taking a few steps to the right, brings him in front of a book store. Dean opens the door, closing it behind himself.
"Hey." Dean calls out to the woman at the waist high counter.
"Hey, Dean. Good day at the bakery?" The store owner asks, placing her thumb in the book she was reading.
"Yeah, got some new costumers. I brought you your pie."
Dean comes around the counter, placing the box down and gives her a hug.
"Yes. Always the best part my day."
Dean chuckles, sliding off his jacket and puts it in the chair behind her.
"Seein' me isn't the best part."
(Y/N) looks at him with the fork in her mouth. "No, it's an addition."
"Addition?" Dean leans on the counter beside a pile of books.
"Mhmm. Best part, great pie. Addition, eye candy, that cooked said pie."
"Ah, I get it now. You only keep around for free dessert."
(Y/N) shakes her head pausing her eating to look at him. "That's not true. I keep you around so you can pick things up for me with your big manly arms. Like that box over there."
Dean smiles at her as she tries to look innocent.
"So, I'm your bitch."
"...My manly bitch."
Dean laughs, coming from behind the counter. He heads towards the box filled with books to bring to the back.
They met a few years ago. (Y/N) was already here with her shop and Dean moved into the open one next to her, starting his bakery.
She came over with a book, giving it to him as a welcome gift. Dean began speaking with her and of course he started flirting, only to reveal that she had a boyfriend at that time. It was bad news for Dean because even though he just moved in next door, he was going to ask her out, eventually.
In a few months of him being here, they formed a close friendship. So close, that one day, (Y/N) came over on her lunch break and made her way around his display of desserts just to bury her head in his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, having noticed she didn't say anything when she entered. Dean asked her what was wrong and she pulled back with a grim expression telling him her boyfriend broke up with her the day before.
Dean went to the door and flipped his out for lunch sign around and escorted her to the kitchen. They sat and shared a pie. That's how his daily free dessert became a thing. He'd come over and keep her company, since he always closes the shop two hours before her.
And by this time Dean accepted she wasn't interested in him or so he thought. One day, well away from the break up, he came over to the book store with his free dessert. They exchanged greetings and she asked him to put some books on the shelves. He started putting his self to use and the whole time he felt like he was being watched. Turning his head, he made eye contact with her as she ate her cheesecake slice.
He jokingly asked "if she saw something she liked" and in return she, half-jokingly/ half-seriously said, "you".
Dean didn't know what to do so he just went the safe route and chuckled, getting back to what he was doing.
They've been flirting ever since.
Recently, it's gotten heavier. They have each other's numbers, so sometimes she'll send him things that she saw in a romance novel she was reading. That's mainly what she likes to read. But the inserts would always have something to do with something sexual.
It didn't matter the time of day or anything.
He came back from setting the box down on a table in the back. She picked up the book she was reading when he walked in and eats her pie at the same time.
Dean was playing a game on his phone when he heard her teeth kiss.
"Disappointed again?" He asks, not removing his eyes from his phone.
"No... I just wish they would make sex scenes more realistic in the book. I get it's supposed to be fiction but come on."
"Is it not still good though?"
She places a bookmark in the page and sets it to the side. "It's okay, but it's making it seem like sex in public is the best thing ever."
Dean's brow lifts and he sets his distraction to the side. "Is it not?"
"I wouldn't know because I've never been in that situation. Do you think public sex is amazing as this book is trying to tell me it is?"
Dean turns to face more towards her. "I don't know what the book is saying."
"I just find it kind of annoying how every time I read something and they have sex in public the woman has on a dress or a skirt. Like just be real for a second put her in some damn shorts at least. Oh, and let me not forget, they always seem to have a thong on. And then it's always in some park, like really?"
"You can't really knock it if you haven't tried it." Dean reasons, licking his dry lips.
"And you have?" She questions, changing her own position.
"A few times."
"How did that turn out?"
"Great, I guess. Don't really have worry about pickin' up clothes. Havin' sex outside is kind of liberating, not just outside but like in a library or something."
(Y/N)'s brows lifts. "You had sex in a library?"
Dean looks her up and down stopping for two seconds on her breast. He can slightly see both of her nipples poking through whatever bra she has on and her red t-shirt.
"Yeah, dated a chick that worked there."
"Oh." She says, clearing her throat.
Dean gets a little closer to her, leaning his forearms on the counter. "Would you ever consider havin' sex in public?"
(Y/N) takes a deep breath, seeming to really think about the question.
"Yes, if it's with someone I trust. I could see myself doing it. I don't know if I could do it in a library though." She laughs.
"What about a book store?"
(Y/N) drops the empty pie box she was tossing in the trash. She picks it up and turns to see Dean curiously gazing at her, waiting for her answer.
"Ma-maybe. Sure."
Two costumers walk in and she greets them, letting them know if they need anything just ask. (Y/N) was watching, just in case they waved her over, when Dean made his way behind her. He pressed his body against her and heard her gasp.
"Relax." He whispers.
Dean squeezes her waist while his other hand goes to the front of her jeans, popping the button and slowly sliding down the zipper.
(Y/N)'s hands ball up on the counter. Dean places a kiss on her neck, keeping his eyes on the other women in the store. The hand that was on her waist goes to her breast squeezing and teasing them through her shirt.
He feels her push her ass against his crotch. His cock twitches with interest. Slyly, Dean grabs her panties and jeans and slowly pulls them down as he crouches behind her.
Dean comes back up with a hand inserted between her thighs. (Y/N) takes off her shoes and quietly maneuvers herself out of her clothes, spreading her legs, leaning forward on the counter.
Removing the hand, Dean licks his fingers just to return it in between her folds. He slowly begins to rub and she slowly moves her hips in circles.
Dean proceeds to undo his buckle, making sure it doesn't make too much noise. Pants undone, he pulls them down under his ass along with his underwear. Licking his hand, he strokes himself.
(Y/N) looks at him then at the cock in his hand, biting her lip.
Dean stops rubbing her and goes down behind the counter, between her legs. The first flick of his tongue gets him a shudder. He has her bend her knees a bit and starts to suck at her clit.
A hand shoots down to the top of his head gripping his hair.
"Need anything else today?" (Y/N) asks politely, bringing her hand up as if she was just placing something on the ground.
"No, that's it. Thanks."
Dean shoves his tongue into her pussy, swiping his thumb across the red tip of his dick.
"Ah-lright, that will be $5.49."
Money exchange hands and she straightens up to open the register. Dean shoves two fingers in alongside his tongue.
Her thighs shake a little and she clears her throat.
"Your change and receipt. Have a nice day and make sure to come back sometime." She says, once she bagged the book.
"Oh, I will. Have a good one."
"You too."
The shop door closes and she grinds on Dean's face. Her breathing is heavy, when Dean comes back up off the ground.
"Lean forward." He tells her, spreading her legs.
Dean gives his cock two more strokes before he shoves it in her pussy.
The action caught her off guard and she brought her hand back and smacked his hip, literally at a loss for words.
Dean starts with long deep strokes, squeezing her titties and keeping an eye out the front window of the shop.
Around this time people usually aren't around here because most of the shops close early. So, they should be good.
"Oh fuck... don't stop, please don't stop."
(Y/N)'s holding onto the edge of the counter. Dean moves his hands to her hips, she's on her tip toes at this point. Keeping her from moving back on him, he draws his cock out pounding back in. Her breath catches in her throat. Her whines for him to keep going egg him on along with the sound of skin on skin.
His last thrust leaves her in a shaking mess. Her hips jolt forward unintentionally as her legs shake. She's still quietly whining as he looks around for something to release his release in. (Y/N) looks at him and drops to her knees, taking his cock in hand. She begins sucking at the tip, stroking the rest.
Dean rests his hand on her head. Feeling her tongue go across his slit, he releases a groan as he feels himself shoot cum into her mouth.
(Y/N) licks the tip, cleaning it up when Dean draws her up. He captures her lips, hands gripping her ass. He's still hard and (Y/N) instantly realizes this. She throws his jacket out the chair and has him sit.
She puts his dick back inside her, holding onto the counter. (Y/N) bounces up and down on his cock, enjoying every second of it. Dean takes her hips and slams her back down onto himself.
"I should've let you fuck me sooner." She says when Dean was drawing out again.
Back down on him, she grinds against him with his cock inside.
"I'm 'bout to cum." Dean tells her fingers having tightened on her hips.
"Go ahead." She tells him.
"What?"
"I'm on birth control. Just fuck me." She raises herself back up and slams down.
A few more deep thrusts, Dean's arm goes around her waist and he glues himself to her back as they both orgasm once again.
He removes his arm, and groans at the cum that comes out of her. She turns around and places herself back on his lap above his spent dick and kisses him. While his tongue is her mouth he takes advantage of the ass in his reach. She moans, pulling back with a hand in his hair.
"Was that realistic enough for you?" He asks, hands resting on her ass.
"It still kind of feels like a fantasy."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
They get cleaned up after that and while they wait for the shop to close, Dean sits in the chair and has her sit down in his lap and read to him. When she closes up the shop and the lights go out, Dean traps her against one of the shelves and drops to his knees again.
Before they left her shop for the night, she did declare that was the best sex she ever had.
Moral of the story: Don't knock it until you try it.