Requested by pyr8chic

*This is a part 2 to my Dean Corso (Smut/Angst) oneshot.

     
    Y/N spun the pen through her fingers as her boss droned on about the current sales their company was having.

     She couldn't care less, as she knew they were doing well with their target audience.  The more people bought laptops, the better.

      Dean was also in the meeting, but he sat across the table, next to Kate, who sat across from her. He glanced up at her and smiled shyly.

      It had been three weeks since they'd hooked up, and now there was an unspoken knowledge that they were clearly more than friends.

       Dean had been a massive tease, winking at her when nobody was looking, brushing close to her side when they were near each other.

        They hadn't told anyone that they were dating and they liked each other. Y/N was fine with it, as was Dean, but they were mostly worried about their boss.

        That night after the staff party had been long and intense, not only exploring physically, but emotionally, as well.

         "Well, that's it for today. You may all go."

         One by one, everyone gathered their stuff and headed back to their desks, as he was satisfied.

         Dean nudged her side, putting his mouth next to her ear. His lips tickled her ear as he murmured, "Meet me in the copy room."

         Y/N glanced at him quickly, but he played it off as if he just bumped into her, chuckling.

          Her boss raised an eyebrow, but gathered his stuff and sipped his coffee. "Great work, Y/N." He said.

          "Thank you." She replied, her skin buzzing from Dean's words. She gave him a smile before heading out.

          Dean was already by the desk in the copy room when she entered, making sure no one saw.

          He didn't waste any time and before she could even get a word out, he kissed her passionately, his hands running over her arms, her sides, and to her breasts.

          "Y/N-"

          "Dean."

           She reciprocated, pulling him close by his shirt, which was navy blue and buttoned up, only the top button left open.

           He walked backwards, until she was sitting on the desk,which had papers stacked neatly, and a pile of fresh white printer paper.

          "You look so fucking good," he panted, his hands touching her wherever they could, "I could barely focus back there."

          She smirked, palming him. Her lips brushed his throat, wanting so badly to bite there, leave a mark for everyone to see.

         Instead she kissed him slowly, teasingly.

         "You're one to talk."

         He chuckled breathlessly, undoing the zipper on her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. His other hand pushed her shirt up around her chest, revealing her bra.  

         He slotted himself between her legs, preventing her from closing them. The coldness of his fingers against her suddenly bare core made her shudder.

         "Already? What, were you thinking about me during the meeting?" He rasped into her ear.

       Her wetness slicked her folds; he could feel it against his fingers. Dean pushed her back against the desk, before delving two into her slowly.

        His fingers worked like magic as he pumped her expertly, curling at the right angle to hit her right where it felt heavenly. Y/N's back arched against the desk, and she palmed her breasts through the fabric.

         Dean took off his glasses so they weren't in the way, and shut his eyes. Closing his lips around her clit and sucking gently, while still pumping his fingers at her.

          Her reaction was immediate.

          "Dean..." She whimpered, "Just like that."

         His mouth was amazing, and he knew how to use his lips and tongue, driving her quickly to the brink.

         He opened his eyes to look at her, her head thrown back, massaging her boobs through her bra. With a grunt, he hastily pushed it up, exposing her breasts.

        Fuck, they were so cute.

       Her nipples were hard, pebbling between her fingers as she fondled them both.
      
        Y/N was whimpering, barely able to catch her breath as he worked his mouth on her. He switched places with his tongue and fingers, rubbing her clit while kissing and licking her folds before parting them again.

         "Dean, please."

         He smirked against her skin.

         With a sigh of satisfaction, he dipped his tongue into her entrance. Y/N clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her scream, her back suddenly arching more. Her moans filtered through her hands, but he didn't want to risk any more.

          She tasted slightly sweet, and he groaned. He'd never get enough of her.

          Pressing a hot kiss to her folds, he sucked her clit gently, pumping his fingers into her again, repeating that combination.

         Y/N was now rolling her hips against his face, one hand tangled in his hair, and he brought his other hand across her hips. Pressing down on her lower stomach to keep her still, but also induce her climax.

          "Good girl," he praised, seeing her shamelessly grind herself on his fingers, "Such a good girl."

           The fact that she was reduced to a whimpering mess by his tongue and fingers drove him on. And in public too, no less, where they could get caught any second.
 
           They'd never be able to live it down if they got caught.

           With a harsh lash of his tongue against the sensitive bud, Y/N let out a choked gasp as she climaxed, and Dean slowed his pace, helping her ride it out.

            He groaned as he withdrew his fingers, seeing her essence coating them. He sucked the middle one, sighing.

          He'd definitely do this again.

           Y/N raised her body up, her eyes widening at his fingers. "Taste yourself." He offered her his hand, and he couldn't stop his eyes from lidding when she wrapped her lips around it, sucking off her juices from his finger.

          "So fucking lewd," he growled, already imagining what her mouth would feel like on his length.

            "What about you-" she started when she was done. He shook his head, smiling shyly. "It's okay, another time. I just wanted to do that, Y/N."

             "Fine, but I still get to repay you." She winked, adjusting her clothes. He smoothed her hair for her, smirking.

          It was quite obvious that something had happened to her while she was in the copy room.

         "Maybe put your hair up." He advised.

         Y/N glanced away in embarrassment, before eventually tying her hair back with the elastic around her wrist.

          "Anything else?" She inquired, fixing the desk before turning to face him. "By the way, you also look like you were obviously working in here."

          Her sarcasm made him chuckle.

          "I was working. On you."
       

*Smh I'm half-satisfied with this, but I feel like it could be so much better.
I barely edited this thing.

I've just been having such bad writer's block, even though I have a plot to write about. I just wanted to post something after not posting for what, two weeks?