The sun was slowly peeking over the horizon when you exited the emergency department, birds chirping, and vehicles driving past. Seven o'clock in the morning, not a patient in sight waiting to be triaged; however, inside the unit was a different story. It wasn't busy, not your zone, at least, but your bunk mate was saddled with a patient who came in due to a fall at home. The patient was halfway dressed, two IV lines on each arm, both below the crook of his elbow. A bloodied gauze on his left wrist; it was actively bleeding. You shook your head in anger because of someone's incompetence but decided against saying anything to the paramedic who was speaking with the doctor. You did what you had to do: took two packets of gauze and your coban attached to your fanny pack and wrapped the patient's bleeding arm. There was no point getting upset. That was all behind you now because at home, you have a new shower calling out your name so loud that you can't wait.
As you approached your vehicle, a black 2019 Mazda Miata MX-5, you noticed a black, shiny muscle car right next to it. You knew nothing about cars, but this one was a beaut. Shiny rims, leather seats, can't be easily missed with a license plate, KAZ 2Y5.
"Nice," you found yourself whispering. Today was day three of five, and you were both physically and mentally exhausted. Three days of work was nothing to complain about, but pulling three 12-hour shifts in the emergency department and having two left was a different story.
Opening your passenger door, you began to unload your countless bags. You had two bags plus your gallon jug, but it felt like more. "Hey," a grumbly male voice called out. At first, you ignored it. You were no longer on the clock. It was time to go home. Bitchy as it may sound to people, you could care less.
"Hey," the voice repeated, louder this time as if you didn't hear him the first time. Irritation was lingering on the tip of your tongue, but you held it in.
You rather said in the most pleasant voice you can pull, "How can I assist you?" He smiled. Your voice was sweet as honey, but your face was saying something completely different. If he noticed, he didn't say a word. Smile lines appeared on his face, especially around his eyes. To other people, he has mesmerizing green eyes. Women would fall for him in an instant, even men. Not you, though. He was handsome, but you were more focused on you than the 6-foot tall man standing in front of you.
You can't remember his name, but you remembered who he was with. He was a patient's brother. No name came to mind, but the patient's diagnosis did; motor-vehicular accident. Not very serious, shoulder dislocation, some bleeding but controlled. He was out of harm's way. Room 9 was someone else's problem, Cheryl's.
"I just want to say thank you," he started, leaning against the vehicle you were ogling at a few moments ago. He looked tired standing there, legs crossed, but the smile on his face remained. You stared at him for a minute, knowing where this was heading.
"You ready to go?"
He cocked his head sideways, eyes bugged out. Beautiful face tarnished with shock. "Huh?" He was caught off guard.
"Let's cut the bullshit," you huffed, grabbing your purse out of your car. "Pretty face, confident attitude, boyish smile. Come on. We both know what you're after. Let's not play around the bush and get this over with." You were tired, but at the same time, you had enough energy in you to play the adult version of twister. It has been a few months for you. Not sure about him, though.
You gave him the once over, definitely objectifying him. But you figured he may have done the same thing earlier when you were caring for his brother because he wouldn't be here flirting with you now if he didn't. "You drive. Here's the address." You commanded. And in his Impala you went, clicking on your key fob to lock your doors and set the alarm.
It took him a few seconds to join you, but after you heard his car rumble to life, you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, your back against the wall, cold gray tiles pressing against your skin, his left hand plastered to the wall for leverage. You couldn't help but envelop your mouth around it. His right hand around your waist, carrying your weight. His arm wasn't enough to keep your mouth busy. You locked lips with him while his manhood devoured you. He was too eager that his thrusts were rough, a guttural moan unintentionally escaped your mouth, which you knew was a mistake. That made his thrusts harder and faster. He wasn't allowing for words to escape your mouth, only harsh sounds.
"Mmmm," Your eyes rolling back in your head. Your body was surging, you were close. You could feel it between your thighs. That sweet release violently arriving faster than you expected. The pressure from the jets in the shower wasn't helping you, either. He knew what he was doing. He shoved you in that spot for a reason. This time, you engulfed him in your arms, his wet hair all over your face.
You nipped the side of his neck to get his attention no blood drawn, to slow it down. If he didn't, you were going to release soon. "Stop," you begged hoarsely, trying to catch your breath. "Baby, please." You wanted to say his name, but you couldn't remember if he told you or if he did, it disappeared as soon as it entered your ear.
"You want me to stop?" He asked, still in and out of you. His hand on the back of your head , pulling you away from the crook of his neck. "Tell me what you want."
You couldn't help but stare at his gentle but hungry green eyes, jaw littered with a five o'clock shadow, pink, voluptuous lips. You tried to reach for those plump lips, but he wouldn't let you. "Tell me," he grumbled forcefully. For a minute, he was no longer in you, which you were thankful for, but that didn't last long. He went for your left nipple, erect and ready, most sensitive between the two.
All thoughts left your body, nipple rolling against his teeth, suckling it like a cigarette. If his length and girth wasn't sending you to pleasure-ville right here and now, his tongue was, strong and moist. Abruptly, he stopped. You were confused but relieved at the same time. You wanted to return the favor and maybe this was it.
But it wasn't. What he did scared you, but also exhilarated you. He grabbed you by the left arm and escorted you back to the room roughly. Whether intentionally or not, you stumbled, your knees grazing the soft carpet. What was once warm was now cold. The A/C caressing your skin, goosebumps all over. You were in all fours, regaining your composure. Any time now, your husband will be walking through those doors, but you didn't care. Husband, be damned.
Before you got lost in your thoughts, you howled loudly once again. His tongue invaded your sweet spot, which made you moan and hold on to the carpet for dear life. Licking, rolling, nibbling...you can tell he was doing something different and it made your body lust for more. You had been eaten like this before, but this was completely...your body slumped, face rubbing gently against the carpet as two fingers slid in and out of you, his tongue still glossing over your mound, basking in your sweetness.
"I want this for him, too," you thought hazily. His speed was picking up again. This time, you don't think you'll be able to calm what's quelling inside you. Your muscles slowly tightening. You tried to pull away and he may have noticed because both his hands gripped your thighs firmly.
"No..." you started saying between gritted teeth. You didn't want the release yet, but he didn't care what you wanted. Your body began to tighten, fingernails scraping the carpet, lungs struggling to breathe, your toes curling. You kept on moaning, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" many times, more than you ever did in a prayer.
You screamed as loud as you can, your body quaking under his tongue. You were orgasming and was it intense! Your body shuddered as he petted you with his tongue and he wasn't done. From your mound to your slit, he was taking in all of you: your wetness, your taste, your scent. Your body, your wall spasming, his tongue darting in and out of you and you were a willing participant. You arched your back, welcoming him. But you didn't expect the size to change instantly.
The moment you curved your back, his raging likeness consumed you, a piercing scream fleeing your already dry throat. Your neighbors maybe wondering what was going on in your room. You were making too much noise for such gratification. What were on your hips suddenly snatched your arms and pulled them behind you like reins on a horse. He was riding you hard! Orgasm upon orgasm, your body can't help but squeeze against his girth and length.
Just when you thought he wasn't appreciating you, he began moaning and thrust harder. "Come here, you slut!" he called out, pulling you closer to him, his mouth biting you, adding more to your pleasure-addled body. It hurts, but at the same time, it felt so good. When you thought you were orgasmed out, he made you come again, this time more violently. That may have done him in. Both mingled bodies convulsed, moans and grunts occupying the once quiet house, warm juices overflowing out of you. Condoms, be damned. "It must have been awhile for him, too," you surmised.
Both bodies collapsed, breathing in synchronicity, pulse gradually slowing down. You could still feel him in between your legs, back to normal. Whatever burst of energy you had at the beginning has waned and sleep began to overcome you. No words shared between you and he, which was okay.
"Clean yourself," you heard him say and he was gone. Sleep took over once more.
"Y/N, why are you naked on the floor?" A male voice grumbled next to you. You tried getting up, but your body was too sore to move.
"Too tired after my shower," you lied instead, voice sounding like a frog's. You attempted to open your eyes, but your eyelids opposed. That and because you forgot to remove your contacts before letting slumber take over.
"Help me up, will you?" You asked your husband instead, which he complied and more. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he carried you back to your king-sized bed. His scent reminded you of the tryst you had earlier.
As if reading your mind, he whispered amorously, "Xavier."
That prompted you to open your eyes and stare at your husband's emerald eyes, smile lines noticeable, jaw line marred with a five o'clock shadow, a smirk saying it all. "What?"
"You forgot," he chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.
You couldn't help but laugh with him. You did forget. "I would have been fine with your name, Dean," you rustled, recalling the sexual adventure from earlier. Xavier was Dean Winchester, role-playing was something you and he wanted to try.
"What would be the fun in that?!" He murmured seductively, nibbling your neck.
You placed your small hands on his face and rested your forehead on his. "I love you, Dean Winchester," you started, tears coming down your face. "I love you," you repeated.
He didn't utter a word, instead planted a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, too." Three words that were difficult for him to say with anybody else except with you. "I love you, too, Y/N. Seventeen years and you're still married to me..." he bowed his head not of sorrow but happiness. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."
You gave him the warmest and widest smile. Seventeen years and going. Many ups and downs, but you wouldn't trade him for anyone. "By the way, how's Sam?"
Dean rolled his eyes at you. "He's Cheryl's problem right now," he instead said and kissed you passionately, which you responded in kind. It's true, Sam is Cheryl's problem for a few hours until discharge. Right now, you have your hands full.
"Dean or Xavier?" You asked jokingly. He flashed you a sultry look only he can muster. Your body erupted in heat.
"Both..." he grumbled.
"Then I may have to call out," you thought before Dean/Xavier ravished you.