Green with Envy
The reader is flirting with a guy for a case, and her boyfriend Dean is not happy about it.
Pairing:Â Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count:Â 1732
Warnings: SMUT !!!! obv lol, thigh riding, choking, use of sir, degrading, hmmmmm that might be it lol
A/N:Â hello hello hello my lovelies its kinktober y'all know what that means *wink wonk* please enjoy this little smutty one shot with our favorite daddy dean (except in this he isn't daddy he's sir) this was written for @candy-coated-misery0731 per request
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Dean was pissed. He was beyond pissed.Â
He was absolutely furious.Â
You could feel his piercing eyes glaring at the back of your head. Twirling your hair in your fingers, you nodded along to whatever the guy in front of you was saying, throwing in a flirtatious giggle every now and then just to add to your performance. Internally, you huffed at your boyfriendâs obvious annoyance.Â
It wasnât like you wanted to talk to this guyâ he was over-confident and loudâ you just had to distract him long enough for Sam and Dean to grill his friend about the recent deaths in town. But seeing how Dean was standing in the corner, gritting his teeth, you assumed the brothers determined only one of them would be needed for the job.
The man across from you (you couldnât recall his name⊠was it Jackson? Jasper? Whatever.) placed his hand on your arm, and you realized you had zoned out.Â
âDid you hear what I said?â He asked. His breath reeked of alcohol, and you wanted to cringe away from his touch, but you had a job to do. You swallowed your disgust and flashed him a sultry smile.
âSorry, I was focused on your arms. Do you work out?â You feigned interest as you placed your hand on his bicep, and he smirked while flexing.Â
âYeah, I lift,â he said, smugly. He glanced at your empty glass sitting on the bar and frowned. âAnother round?â
You shook your head.Â
âNo thanks, I have work in the morning,â you said, politely hinting that you wouldnât be spending the night with him like he had hoped.Â
âOh come on! Just one more drink wouldnât hurt,â he encouraged, and with a sigh you caved, figuring that if youâre going to be stuck with him for God-knows-how-much longer, at least youâd get a free drink out of it.Â
âAlright, sure,â you agreed, resigned to your duty of the night.Â
As he hailed down the bartender, your eyes swept through the room, finding your boyfriend still brooding in the same corner. His eyebrows were tightly knit and his lips were slightly pursed. His arms were crossed over his chest; his arm muscles bulging in his black t-shirt without even trying. His dark green eyes met yours from across the bar, and you flashed him a smile. He raised a single eyebrow in return.Â
You knew that look.Â
You were fucked.
The bartender slid you a glass filled with amber liquid, presumably whiskey, but you werenât sure. You thanked him and threw it back, knowing youâll need it later when your jealous boyfriend decided to confront you.Â
The man across from you laughed and saluted you with a cheers before throwing his glass back as well. Suddenly, he was a lot closer than before, and you stood in shock as he reached out his hand, placing it on your cheek, and wiped at your bottom lip. You jerked from his touch, not at all pleased with his straightforward style.Â
âYou had some whiskey on your lip,â he explained before he leaned in closer. âWould you have preferred I kiss it away, instead?âÂ
Before you could say anything, you felt a firm hand clasp your shoulder and you were pulled away from the man in front of you and straight in to the familiar broad chest of your boyfriend.Â
âH-hey!â The man sputtered, confused as to what had just happened.Â
Dean ignored him and held your hand tightly in his.Â
âY/N, weâre leaving,â he said quietly but firmly in your ear. His low voice was laced with anger and jealousy, and you hated to admit that it turned you on. Whether it was the liquor you practically inhaled or the dark promise of what was to come, you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
âBut I was having fun,â you said with a pout. âAnd Sam isnât even done!âÂ
His eyes hardened even more at your disobedience, and he spun you towards the door.Â
âLetâs go. Now.âÂ
With a dramatic sigh, you waved at Whatâs-His-Face, and he waved back, perplexed. You led the way out of the bar, Deanâs steady hand against your lower back.Â
The cool breeze hit you like a breath of fresh air, but you had no time to appreciate it, as Dean was already opening the passenger door to Baby, and you got in without argument. Without a word, he started the car and backed out of the driveway. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, not quite speeding back to the motel, but definitely making a hasty exit.Â
âWhat about Sam?â You asked, sighing when your boyfriend clenched his jaw and kept his eyes on the road, ignoring your question. âDean, look Iââ
âBe quiet.âÂ
His words were soft but demanding, and you couldnât help the rush of excitement that swept through your body. You did as you were told and crossed your legs to provide some friction to your heated core. The last time Dean was this upset, he had spanked you so hard that you had bruises on your ass for a week. You watched as the night scenery flashed by, hyperaware of the rumbling vibrations of Babyâs engine that seemed to send sparks through you with every bump in the road.
He sharply pulled the car into the parking lot and you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt. Dean, on the other hand, took his time, making you impatient for what was to come, but you knew better than to complain, so you kept your mouth shut and waited for him to guide you.Â
He got out of the car first, before making his way to your side where he stiffly opened the door. Ever the gentleman, he offered you his hand, and you took it, climbing out of the car.Â
It was silent as you entered your room, and you were thankful for Deanâs foresight of getting a separate room from Sam this time. You placed your bag on the bed, and Dean took a seat on the armchair facing you. His legs were spread and he looked leisurely, like a king, but you were not fooled. There was anger brewing in his eyes.Â
âStrip.âÂ
This time, you knew better than to argue. You started with your top, crossing your arms over your body before slowly pulling it off. Your breasts bouncing as they were released. You unbuttoned your jeans before shimmying them down your legs. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your thong, and slowly pulled it down, turning around and bending over as you did.
Before long, you were fully naked, and Dean drank your body in with hungry eyes. He shifted in the chair, and you noticed his pants were tented where he had grown hard watching you strip. Without another word, he spread his legs even more and patted his leg. Understanding his request, you sat on him, your legs on either side as you straddled his thigh.Â
His leg was thick and hard under you, and you couldnât help but press down further, creating friction between your clit and his jeans. His arm shot out and his hands wrapped around your throat, restricting you from grinding against him anymore.Â
âDid I say you could move?â His voice was low. Menacing.Â
âNo,â you whimpered quietly, shaking your head. He tilted his head and tightened his grip around your throat.
âNo, what?âÂ
âNo, sir,â you choked out. His tight hold relaxed slightly, and you inhaled deeply.Â
âIâm not happy with you, Y/N,â he stated simply.Â
âI know.â Your voice was shaky, partly from his grip and partly from your bubbling excitement.Â
âYou know, do you? And what exactly do you know?âÂ
âI shouldnât have been teasing you like that, sir. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He chuckled darkly, and his other hand came to rest on your waist, shuffling you around, knowing it only made you more desperate.Â
âTeasing me? You think this is about you teasing me?âÂ
You nodded quickly, causing him to chuckle more.Â
âThis is about you parading yourself around the bar. Acting like a slut,â he hissed, pulling you closer towards him to whisper in your ear.
âLike you arenât mine.â
You could feel yourself getting wetter with every word, whimpering from his intoxicating smell and touch that surrounded you.Â
âTell me, Y/N, did you like when he touched your arm? And when he touched your lips that are only meant to be wrapped around my cock?â His thumb traced your bottom lip with a soft reverence that contrasted with his anger and rage. His hand tightened around your throat once again.
âAnswer me.âÂ
Immediately, you shook your head. You hadnât enjoyed it. Not one bit.Â
âNo, sir.âÂ
He slowly began to rock your hips against his thigh, pulling you flush against the denim so you could feel the rough fabric.Â
âNo? And why should I believe a whore like you?â He muttered into your hair as you ground your hips against him faster, whining and closing your eyes as you felt sparks in your toes moving up towards your core. Suddenly, you were stilled, and your eyes shot open.Â
âI asked you a question. You seem to be having trouble answering those tonight.âÂ
Still dazed, you shook your head. âYours. Iâm only yours, sir. No one elseâs.â
âOnly mine?â
âYes, sir.â
âProve it.âÂ
And with that, he sat you back down on his thigh. His large hand that was still wrapped around your throat tightened again, and you moaned as you rode him. Your hands gripped the arm of the chair and his thigh, steading yourself. You ground your hips against him and the room filled with your moans and whimpers.Â
âThatâs a good girl. Wanting to prove to me that youâre my whore, and my whore only.âÂ
You gasped when a sharp smack was delivered to your ass, speeding up your pace as waves of pleasure rolled through you, faster and faster, until you reached your peak, your body shuddering against his as you came with a wail.Â
Spent, you slumped against his clothed form, a slight sheen of sweat covering your body. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you mumbled nonsense tiredly into the cotton of his shirt. He chuckled at your tiredness.
âYouâre not getting out of this so easily, sweetheart. Weâre not finished yet.â
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