All Yours - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Drabble - 1000 Followers Prompt
Summary: Jeff may be a flirt, but he lets you know he’s always yours.
Rating: 18+ (Fluff, Angst, Smut)
Tags: Young Jeffrey Dean Morgan, fluff, angst, smut, Jeff being a flirt, Jeff being charming, Jeff being adorable, car sex, car park argument (as per)
Word Count: 998 (eeek)
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You clutched your drink tighter as you watched your boyfriend getting a little too friendly with a girl on the dance floor of the club. You always knew Jeffrey was a flirt and a charmer, it's how he'd sweet talked his way into your panties in the first place. That, and his stunning hazel eyes and black stubble, and the way he ran his long fingers through his slicked back black hair. He was gorgeous. He brought his cigarette to her mouth and let her take a drag before he took his own. You rolled your eyes and huffed. He was always like this when you came out. You knew he'd never cheat on you, but he just couldn't help himself from lapping up the inevitable attention all the girls gave him.
His hazel eyes flickered to you as he shot you a wink and you slammed your drink down on the bar top. You didn't have to stick around and watch this. You were going home.
As you stormed out you could see Jeff make his way to the bar, sighing heavily as he downed his shot of whiskey before proceeding to follow you out. It was cold outside, the air bit at your arms through the thin orange material of your dress as you hugged yourself.
“Baby, what's up?” Jeff's deep voice sounded behind you as you turned around to face him.
“Fuck you,” you muttered, shaking your head. He knew what he'd done.
“Ah, come on, it didn't fucking mean anything I was just playing along, you know I'd never want anyone but you,” he tried, stepping closer. You rolled your eyes and looked away, down at your feet.
“Whatever, Jeff, I'm tired, I'm going home,” you sighed, not feeling up to another argument. Jeff stepped forward as you looked up at him. Grabbing the collar of your dress he pulled you closer, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, a finger of the other keeping you looking at him as he tilted your head back and kissed you hard.
Pulling away you scowled at him.
“Don't do that,” you warned. He knew exactly what to do to make you forgive him, but you weren't going to let it work this time.
“Aw, baby, come on,” he pouted, kissing you again. “You know I love you.”
“I know Jeff, I just...I wish you weren't so friendly with other girls,” you told him, your fingers reaching to grip his white t shirt as you started to feel the anger melting away under his stare. Your fingers gripped onto the silver cross chain that dangled around his neck as you played with it, keeping your attention off your handsome boyfriend.
“Can't turn my charm off, can I, sweetheart?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
“Yeah, well direct at me, not some slut that only wants you for one thing,” you glared playfully.
“Oh and you don't want that hm?” he teased, pulling you closer as you absorbed his body warmth. “You cold?” he checked. You nodded a little and so he shrugged his black jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders. “There, damn baby, you always look so good in my clothes,” he smirked.
“You're frustrating,” you groaned tipping your head back, “I can't stay mad at you.” Jeffrey chuckled and kissed you again.
“Well, why don't I make it up to you baby? Take the truck, park it up somewhere nice?” he murmured against your lips.
“I guess you do have a lot of apologising to do,” you agreed with a smirk.
He walked you over to his truck and opened up your door. You climbed in and he shut the door behind you, jumping into the driver's side. You only drove for a little while as he parked up on the top of the hill that overlooked the city. The lights looked beautiful, as you sat and admired the view.
“It's so pretty up here,” you smiled.
“I got a prettier view,” he drawled and when you looked over at him, he was staring at you with a goofy grin.
“Really?” you asked, unimpressed with his chat up line. He threw his head back and laughed.
“Hard to please you are, doll,” he shook his head. You bit down on your bottom lip and crawled across to his lap, straddling him.
“I'm very easy to please, baby,” you smirked. His hazel eyes glistened up at you as a shit eating grin spread over his mouth.
“That so?” he teased. You nodded and reached down to kiss him again, deep and slow, starting to slowly grind yourself down into his crotch. His large hands gripped your hips as he lifted himself harder against you. You lifted your dress to your waist as Jeff hummed in approval. “Let's move this to the back seat, hm?” Jeff suggested. You reached between you, your hand rubbing the growing lump in his trousers.
“What's wrong with right here?” you teased as you worked him harder. He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he started to kiss and nibble the delicate skin. You played with the buttons of his trousers and slowly unclasped them to pull his erection free as you moved onto pulling your panties to one side. Lifting your hips you tilted them to accommodate him, feeling him press at your entrance. He looked up at you with lust blown eyes, licking his bottom lip as he waited. Starting to slowly lower yourself down onto him, you whimpered. The stretch felt as good as always, and you waited a moment before you started to lift and drop your hips. A deep growl left Jeff's lips as he held your waist and began fucking up into you.
“Damn, baby, you're perfect, so I'm all yours, forever,” he promised, sealing it with a searing kiss.
