I Swing Both Ways - Dean (Smut)

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Dean Winchester x Male reader!

Song: Rihanna - Rude Boy, Trey Songz -Touchin, Lovin (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

Dean Winchester. A smug, sexy, son of a bitch. Every girl, and guy, wanted to jump his bones. Hell, he turned heads every time he did something, or even nothing at all. Everybody in college talked about him, the whole campus spread rumors to one another. A more popular rumor was that Dean was bisexual. And oh how you wished it was true.

There was a frat party going on in about an hour down at one of the dorms, and since you had nothing better to do, why not go. You dug through your drawers and searched all the hung up hangers. After digging for half an hour you found a short sleeved black shirt, some dark blue jeans, and a brown denim jacket. You quickly got dressed, slipping on some shoes and running to the bathroom. You rustled your hair around, adding a little hair gel here and there. Once you were satisfied, you patted your rosy cheeks with water and went on your way. It was colder than you had expected, so you were glad you wore the jacket.

You walked down the sidewalk, scooting over onto the grass when you heard a motorcycle and saw lights flash on you. You covered your face and squinted, trying to see who it was. The motorcycle engine turned off, and you heard a low chuckle.

"I'm assuming you're heading to the frat party at Brandon's house. Need a lift?" Your heart raced as you realized it was Dean Winchester. Thee Dean fucking winchester. He was even more gorgeous in person.

"Uh, Sure." You walked over, getting on the back of Dean's motorcycle. You were nervous to wrap your hands around Dean's waist, so you did so nervously and loosely.

"You might want to hold on tighter, sweetie." You gulped, tightening your grip on his waist. Dean groaned and laughed, starting the bike back up.

"Sweetie?" You muttered to yourself mentally. Your cheeks became more rosy and flushed as you thought about that word. Dean pulled back the handle, letting the bike turn to the left, leaving the sidewalk and flying down the empty, dark road. You rested your head on Dean's shoulder, and you could feel his body shake slightly from his laughter.

This was all too surreal. You watched as Dean drove past the party and didn't even bother turning his head. Maybe he didn't see? You didn't bother telling him. Wherever he was taking you, you didn't care. He continued driving for 15 minutes, until he stopped at a segreated dorm complex. He turned off the bike, kicking up the stand. He reached his hand out, waiting for you to grab it. You took his hand and got off the bike, blankly staring at Dean.

You were nervous, honestly. He seemed so confident and dominant, and that made you the submissive. But you didn't mind.

"Coffee, whiskey, soda?" Dean asked, smirking as he walked up the steps to his front door.

"I'm fine." You said quietly, fidgety to go inside as he opened the door.

"We'll see how fine you are when your pants are around your ankles." You were sure Dean heard your loud gulp.

Dean shut the door behind you, and he headed towards the bottle of whiskey that sat on the coffee table.

"Quite a conventional place to keep your whiskey." You joked, sitting down on Dean's couch as he poured you both glasses.

Dean laughed, flashing you a wide smiled grin. "Well, it's good for when I have company."

You nod, taking the glass of whiskey Dean handed you. Dean sat on the other side of the couch, observing your body as he took a sip. His stare made you unsettled and hot, and he knew it did.

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