Thanks for the Pie

Pairing: Dean x Jody
Rating: 18+
Tags: non hunting AU, friends with benefits, oral (f rec), sex in the kitchen, bad puns
Word Count: 604

A/N: Dumping this one onto Tumblr on the same day because I really only wrote this to fill the bingo square 🤷🏻‍♀️ I am determined to black out my board this year!

The chirpy sound of the doorbell makes its way to the kitchen and Jody pauses in washing the mug in her hands to wipe them on her jeans and shut off the water. The bell rings one more time while she makes her way through the house to the front door. 

“Dean!” she exclaims happily when she pulls open the door to see her next door neighbour. Dean is standing at Jody’s door with a bright smile and a steaming pie held out in front of him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Stress baking, needed to unload this on someone,” Dean shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Well, come on in,” Jody waves him by her and Dean ducks to kiss her cheek as he passes, drawing a blush to Jody’s cheeks. “Did you want to eat some now?” Jody calls down the hall after Dean, admiring the back of his broad figure. The jeans he’s wearing today are hugging his ass so close she thinks she can see the demarcation of his briefs beneath the denim. 

Jody’s a single mom, has been for over a decade, and raising a son all on your own doesn’t leave much time for dating on top of everything else. Dean moved in a few years ago, bought up the mechanic shop in town when the last owner died suddenly without leaving it to anyone. He’s a lone wolf type, not interested in relationships, and that made him and Jody a very convenient match. 

When Jody reaches the kitchen seconds behind Dean, he’s already set the pie down on the counter and sat himself on one of the barstools by the island. He swivels towards her with a wolfish grin. 

“I was hoping to eat something else first, if you had the time?” Dean raises a brow hopefully. 

Smiling, Jody twirls an imaginary lack of hair around her finger. “Well aren’t you just a gentleman, Winchester. Pie and sex all in one day.” 

“Hop up, Mills,” Dean pats the granite counter in front of him with a dull thud and pushes the pie out of the way. 

Jody doesn’t waste any time following his instructions, dropping her jeans quickly before boosting herself onto the countertop, bringing her panties level with Dean’s hungry eyes. He latches his mouth around her mound, soaking the fabric and engulfing her in a pleasant heat. The panties don’t stay on for long, Dean ripping them down her legs to get to his ultimate goal. 

After one orgasm from Dean’s tongue and fingers working her over, Jody jumps down from her perch to help Dean out of his jeans, jerking him fast and loose once he’s lost his briefs. Dean reaches between her legs to gather some of the moisture there, and smears it over the head of his cock. 

“Turn around,” he grunts, spinning Jody in his arms and pressing her chest over the counter. Jody wiggles her hips on the head of his cock, which is poking against her entrance, rubbing through her slick. 

The fuck is quick and rough, there’s no teasing once Dean has pushed himself inside, just a single minded pursuit of the end goal. He cums with a silent shout, teeth scraping over the tendons in Jody’s neck. He’s on his way out the door less than five minutes later. 

“Thanks for the pie,” Jody says with a hug goodbye, and Dean chokes on a laugh. 

“Anytime, Mills,” he grins, grabbing her ass with a resounding slap and letting his fingers trail down between her legs where his cum is now pooling in her panties before he pulls back and makes his way home with a wink.