Seths pov.
I nervously bite down on my bottom lip, running my fingers down the cassi faux leather shorts that hugged my waist beautifully. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, Dean's ripped thrasher top that was oversized on me draped above my shoulders. And the black heels in which I borrowed from Charlotte, fit my feet perfectly and to my surprise they weren't uncomfortable at all. Considering it has been awhile.
I run my fingers through my hair that hanged a little over my forehead, still a bit unfamiliar with the new feeling of having short hair. I take a deep breath in and out, nodding to myself in the mirror and striding out of my shared bedroom.
"Dean better appreciate me for being this extra." I murmur, unfazed.
I had come to my senses a little while ago and thought I'd give Dean a little 'gift' for always looking after me and for genuinely caring for me when no one did/had. Life before I met Dean was hard. I was kicked out of my own home when my parents found out their only son was gay. I was forced to become a stripper for the sake of my well-being, using my body as a source of, funds. Dean just so happened to come in one night and accidentally push me over which led to me to falling on the ground, though I didn't think he'd help me to my feet, but he did and he offered me a drink which led to one thing and then another.
No, he sure as hell wasn't my sugar daddy. He was my one and only love.
I continue to work through my recipe of yogurt, hoping that it'll fool Dean.(I can't cook for shit so this part will probably make no sense)I stir all of my mixed berries with the Greek yogurt in my small bowl adding extra ingredients for some flavour. I hear the door handle to the front door start to rustle and my heart beat picks up a little, it swings open with a small squeak.
"Seth?." Dean calls out, closing the door. "In the kitchen!."
The sound of his shoes squeaking against the marble floors made me glance over my shoulder, his mouth slightly open and his cheeks a soft pink colour.
"Hey babe. How was your meeting?." I ask, the sound of the heels hitting the surface of the floor sounding throughout the solemnly quiet house.
I reach up to open the cupboard and pull a glass out, my shirt rising a little making me grin from ear to ear when I hear him curse under his breath.
"o-oh um, it was fine..I guess." The chair to the kitchen island squeaking quietly, indicating that Dean was now sitting down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
I raise my brow, wondering why he just stuttered. He never stutters. I pretend to be looking for something to my side and out of the corner of my eye I see him biting his fist which was propped up against the island with his brows furrowed in concentration, while staring at my ass. I felt the heat rise to my face and I couldn't help but smile. Yep, this is my definition of a gift.
"So..what sparked, this?."
He tries to say in a question but it ends up coming out as a grunt. "Oh? This? I just..thought you'd like what you see?." I giggle innocently, turning around to stare at his dark blue eyes.
"Oh really..." He says, getting out of his seat and slowly walking towards me. He traps me in his arms, both holding onto the bench behind me. "Cause I absolutely love it, darling."
By now my heart rate was going crazy and I was getting even more nervous, but also, confident. I could tell in the look in his eyes that he was wrapped around my finger. Exactly what I wanted. His hot breath blowing against my forehead is what made me fall into a daze, but I quickly snap out of it and turn around, completely ignoring him. "You're very tempting Ambrose." I say softly, grabbing my glass of yoghurt and a spoon, turning around again just to dip my spoon into my yogurt and stare teasingly into his eyes while sucking on the spoon.
"But not tempting enough." He groans lowly and I see the tent building in his jeans as he closes the gap between us, his lips inches away from my own. "Don't lie to yourself sweetheart." I grin and raise my brow.
"I'm not baby." I pause for a moment. "My Dean is not at all tempting, but my Daddy is." I place my things onto the bench and run my hands down his clothed chest, getting a slight hold of his hand and start to walk with confidence up to our room. I look back at him as he follows like a lost puppy making me smirk.
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Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed my first one shot, I feel kinda iffy about it but oh well. Anyways there will be a part 2 coming soon so I'm looking forward to that, ily all so much!.
