// Est. Dean Winchester x afab!you
summary: after a night out with dean, someone gets a bit touchy with him and you need to reassert yourself in his eyes so he knows exactly who you are to him // 2.7k //quick content: MDNI!!! smut, submissive dean, car sex, kinky sex, dominate woman, eventual praise, make up sex, pwp
A/N: this was a request!! based off of the songs miss possessive and sports car, pleeeease i LOVE submissive dean and i love getting a man to his knees, that is ALL
You knew better than to bring him here. Really, you did. But all you wanted was to dance with your man in a sea of drunk people having the time of their lives. You loved clubbing in your college days- the beat in your chest, dancing until youâre breathless, meeting new people, drinking your paychecks and when you were out of cash, youâd get some poor fucker to buy you a drink under the guise of getting you naked. You knew the moves and itâs easily recognized as the tiny thing with pretty blue eyes, and an outfit you wouldnât necessarily sport yourself, slithers up to Deanâs side with a pearly grin.
A building bubble of annoyance pressed against your sternum as you wait for the bartender to get done with your drinks. The girl is definitely here on spring break and is using a classic girl-move on your man.
Dean seems unimpressed but he isnât shooing her away, damn his charm and people-skills. You know he isnât intentionally flirting, but with a face like that, any attention will be taken as a praise of itself.
With drinks in your hand and a confident posture, you walk back to your shared table and set down his drink in front of him.
âOh hey, are you lost?â You ask with a head tilt while fingering the straw of your martini to your vibrantly painted lips. The girl seems to deflate some but you can tell sheâs persistent.
âGabby here was just telling me about some friend of hers who saw a âmonsterâ,â Dean emphasizes and you squint slightly at his insinuation of a case.
âYes! Okay,â the girl, Gabby, takes a spare stool and slides in, her chest on full display as she leans in. Honestly you canât blame her, the dress you chose hugs your ass just at the crease and the breast support in the damn thing could stun a room of men. Under different circumstances, you could see having a fun night out with Gabby, but for the introduction she had in your night, youâre already done with her presence. âMy friend swears she saw some crazy shit. Now I havenât taken shrooms myself, but I was there and when I tell you she was totally freaked!â Gabby laughs, moving her hands as she talks- hands that end up on Dean's arm casually, as if theyâre close like that or something.
Dean rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his old fashioned, realizing the girl was just full of it.
âRight,â he nods, giving you a look that says âgirl is a waste of timeâ but you barely acknowledge it as you stare daggers at Gabby- her hand not moving.
âYou two ever take any crazy stuff? Most Iâve done is a line that barely made it up my nose, shit burned,â she groans as she pouts, looking up at Dean. âYou look like you could take it though.â She bumps him softly, pressing into his side.
âI donât need substances to act irrationally,â you say before you mean to, alcohol making you overly confident. Gabby just gives you a âwtf, girl?â look but your stone doesnât shift. Dean just chuckles, seemingly oblivious to the girlâs advances, which pisses you off you may add.
âThatâs my girl,â Dean hooks his arm around your waist, bringing you in and kissing your jaw. The height difference of your heels and him sitting on a barstool is just enough to give you a guard-dog mentality. Your lips lift into a claiming smile as Dean kisses your skin, your eyes still locked on the girl.
She sighs, starting to get the hint that maybe she canât win this one, but damn is she confident.
âYou guys could join me and my friends? We know some cool spots, we always come to the city when weâre out of school,â she suggests with a small shrug that hugs her cleavage tighter. Her eye contact remains on its priority of Deanâs emerald gems.
âWeâre fine,â you decide, looking down on her, your heel advantage letting you loom over her as well. She looks frustrated at this point and you can tell Dean is enjoying the dominance you have over the situation. It makes you wonder if he entertained her attention just so you could intervene.
âHe can speak, yaknow,â Gabby cringes as she folds her arms over her chest.
âOh, she speaks for me,â Dean plays into it, leaning back and taking another sip of his drink. Gabby works her jaw, squinting up at you.
âWhatever,â she stands, âyou both seem toxic anyways,â she scoffs, slithering back into the crowd of nameless dancers and forgotten faces.
Dean chuckles into the rim of his glass, his breath fogging the crystal. You take another sip of your drink, a ring of your lipstick stained to the straw.
âThe hell was that?â You ask, setting your drink down and looking over at him, your frustration finding its second victim. He looks over at you, sweet mossy eyes shimmering as he takes in your form, a lazy smile showing sharp canines.
âShe was harmless,â he shrugged simply, warm eyes relaxing in your shine.
âShe was a pest,â you bite, eyes carrying back to where she vanished to make sure she wouldnât reappear.
âSheâs gone,â he sets his glass down, grabbing your waist and pulling you between his knees. âRelax, baby, sheâs just drunk and I thought she would bring us a case,â he says, looking up at you, clubâs lights reflecting off his eyes like fireworks.
Itâs hard to just forgive and forget, to move on like the jealous rage in your chest didnât scream at you to assert your claim over your man. I mean, the audacity she had to just come out of nowhere and touch him. She pouted up at him. She was trying to get him to fawn over her and take her home or offer her a drink. You donât realize the grip on Dean's thigh is just about bruising until he speaks up and brings you out of your graying cloud veined with lightning.
âIâm all yours, baby,â his fingers dig into your hips and he wets his lips. Your eyes draw to his lips, heart racing and throat full. Youâre pissed.
You grab the stem of your martini and discard the straw, downing the drink and grabbing Dean's hand. He gets the memo pretty quickly so he finishes his drink swiftly, letting you drag him out of the club.
The bumping music blares from the now abandoned building as you make your way back to Dean's Impala thatâs parked along the street. Dean maneuvers in front of you to open your door and help you in. He rounds the car and settles in the driver's side. He looks over at you to gauge your mood and your folded arms as you look out the window doesnât prove his innocence in your mind, but he canât help but drool a bit at the skin puffing over the neckline of your dress.
He opens his mouth to speak but you instruct âjust driveâ. He listens.
Music plays and the engine purrs as Baby runs the paved roads to take you far away from her. God, you just couldnât get the situation out of your head. The overstepping, the butting in, the pouty face, the touchy hands.
âThere,â you point to an empty parking lot behind a closed breakfast spot. Dean raises a brow but follows your instructions. You donât even know what your plan is- yell at him? Yell about her? Have him explain himself? He didnât really do anything wrong though, but fuck you just felt misplaced by the whole thing. Like you need to reinsert yourself back in his eyes.
Like you just needed toâŚ
âIs she still bothering you? Sweetheart, I promise you, I donât have eyes for anyone else,â he leans over after putting Baby in park. You look over at him, arms still folded and a scowl still contorting your features.
Before he can try and speak again, you pounce, grabbing his collar and claiming his lips back. It was unexpected by both of you, that much is obvious, but Dean still melts into your kiss, his hands roaming your body. You slide closer, kicking off your heels and straddling his lap. Your ass hits the horn and Dean chuckles into the kiss but it only pisses you off more. He leans down, hissing along your neck and down your jaw as he reaches for the lever to move the bench back.
Once the seat is shifted back, your manicured nails grip the roots of his dirty blonde hair and he gasps in surprise, his sharp teeth glinting as you take in his gaped mouth.
You bring him back to you, scooting closer and taking his lip between your teeth and he⌠whimpers?
Did Dean Winchester just whimper under you?
Your fury mends with something darker and it only fuels your need.
His hands hold your ass, running up the curve of your back and right back down, squeezing hard and keeping you close. You can feel him try and settle you on your back but youâre locked on top of him and refuse to move. You can feel his dick pressing into your barely clothed core and the hem of your dress rides up as you grind into him to show the hooks of your thong resting up to your waist. His fingers mess with the strings.
Your grip in his hair reforces and tugs him back so you can kiss along his jaw. The kisses are wet and sloppy, leaving a glistening trail of your mark. You make your way back up to his ear, whispering warm breath over his sensitive flesh.
âThat was ridiculous,â you deem softly, taking his earlobe between your teeth and pulling another whimper out of him. God, that sound really melts that anger deep in your chest, but it isnât enough just yet.
âDonât,â you warn, dropping your hold on his skin and pressing your lips to the other side of his neck as you force his jaw to open for you. He holds back another whine. âDonât hold back, show me who you fucking belong to,â you demand before biting the skin just under his ear, sucking in his scent and pulling a low moan from him.
You canât stop your lips from claiming him over and over again, especially as his trapped cock can only barely feel the brush of your distant lips, he can only rely on memory to ease his need.
âLook at me,â you push up, letting your ass rest on his dick with your full weight and his head is thrown back in a loud, whiny moan. You grab his jaw, pulling him back to you and the pressure parts his lips and his eyes are wide and observant, ready to listen.
âApologize,â you instruct, your face a stone of foreshadowed repercussions.
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he rushes out shaking his head and digging his nails into your hips to press you into him more. His eyes dip down to your tits as they threaten to spill past the low-v of your dress at any moment.
âI didnât say look there, I said look at me,â you tighten your grip, a drunken haze puppeteering your limbs like an Irene Adler wannabe. You lean in like youâre about to kiss him but you stop, watching as he tries to arc forward to meet you, âI donât believe you.â
A small, pathetic whine tugs out of his throat and he swallows, looking up at you again. You maneuver your body off of him enough to push him so that heâs laying down in the front seat. He stares up at you, his hands finding any opportunity to hold your hips.
âBaby, I promise, I only want you,â he pleads, looking up at you, panting and flushed. You straddle his waist, running a teasing hand up his chest and latching it between the buttons of his shirt. You manage to rip it open completely and trace your fingers down his chest.
âThose are just words,â you point, your eyes following your fingers but you can still feel his eyes on you. âI need something else,â you meet his gaze again and he practically melts with anticipation as you finally look at him again.
Your eyes on him makes him feel like the most powerful man in the world.
âAnything, gorgeous, anything you want,â he quickly abides, making you smile down at him. Itâs a smile that makes him warm inside like heâs done something right.
âScoot,â you flick a finger for him to move down as you lift off him to do so.
He listens without hesitation, even if his legs donât have enough room on the driver's side.
âYouâre gonna do me a favor and prove to me that Iâm the only woman you see,â you reach a warm hand to cup his cheek, speaking softer than you have all night.
âYes, maâam,â he smirks, his eyes still wide and lustful, panting and so fucking ready for whatever you have in store.
You pierce an acrylic stiletto through your thong to snip off the fabric that you can easily replace later. He watches your movements, trying to guess what youâll do next. You reach behind you to unfasten his belt. Itâs a little tricky to do without seeing it, but you manage. Dean eyes stay glued to your tits as they ripple with your movement.
He groans as his dick springs free, throbbing in the steamy air of sex in the Impala. He wants so badly to reach down and touch himself but heâs guessing, based on your current control over the night, that it wouldnât end well for him.
You stuff your shredded thong in his hand and scoot up closer and closer.
âYouâre gonna take care of yourself while you take care of me, you got it? Show me how you live to make me happy,â the words leave your lips like a sweet commandment, like a vow heâd happily plead to to keep you smiling.
âYes, maâam,â he whispers, repeating the only words he can think of besides your name.
He lets out a low groan as you hook yourself over his shoulders and plant your pussy right at his lips, trapping him between your heat and the squeaky leather seat.
When you decide enough has been enough, you settle fully, allowing him to bury himself in your lips. Heâs needy and hungry but he knows your body and knows what you need to feel pure ecstasy. Heâs holding back and you can tell.
âGood boy,â you ride, digging your nails into the leather and bracing your left arm on the dash. The praise sends a shiver to his dick as he strokes himself with your thong still in hand.
He moans into you, the hum prickling your sensitive skin and warming you up just right. His nose presses against your clit but he holds still, letting his tongue build you up until youâre right there.
Right on the edge, he waits until he can feel the tremble in your thighs and the squeak in your moans. Right until you grip onto his roots and show him you're ready. His tongue keeps steady and consistent as he now moves his face to circle his nose around your clit, ripping a melodic moan out of your throat.
The feeling is unlike any other and you donât think you could ever even think straight enough to attempt to put it in words that would never give it justice.
Your body wracks with quaking pulses, and your senses are overstimulated as he moans into you with his own release and you canât help but grind into him to spasm just right.
You settle back onto his chest, legs still hooked around him and thighs flooding along his face like a lonely island.
His lips shimmer with you and his smile basks under your eyes. His face is hugged by your plush skin and his cock is emptied onto your panties.
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