The Unrequited (Dean x Male Reader)

Ventre à Terre (SMUT)

Warning: Dubious consent.

It shouldn't have been a surprise how truly, awfully horny you were considering how drunk you were. Even as you'd gotten out of the car in front of the hotel gate, you could barely find your footing. It was like getting off of a roundabout at the playground as a kid. Thankfully, Dean wasn't as drunk as you were, or maybe he was just used to getting drunk. You took his arm and held onto him as you two walked into the lobby and then to your room. 

"You shouldn't have drunk as much," Dean said in the elevator, his hand sliding down to your waist to hold you up as well as close to him. Even now, you remembered what you had initially thought of at the wedding. The thought had been in your mind for a while now. You knew you'd have to let go someday or the other. Even both John's and Dean's promise was only till the wedding day. You wouldn't have been surprised if Dean forced you now. 

But you'd made up your mind. If it was going to happen, you'd at least have control over it. You wouldn't just become his plaything. This was where you truly had the upper hand against him. If you played your cards right, you could have him around your finger by the end of the day for heaven's sake. Though you had been sceptical of the chance of success of your plan at first, the events of this morning at the motel had done away with your doubts. Dean had fucking stood up against his dad and even if you hadn't known John, you knew well enough what standing up to your parents in a hunter's family was like. 

You were going to make him yours and the alcohol had helped far more than anything. It had calmed your nerves, made Dean look more handsome, charming even, and boy had it made you horny. 

"It's your fault if anything, really," You grinned, surprised that your words weren't slurred. But then again if they were, you wouldn't have known. Dean chuckled, shaking his head as the elevator stopped at your floor.

Dean let go of you as he unlocked the door and you two got in. He walked behind you as you entered the room and he put both of his hands on your waist, getting closer and kissing the back of your neck. "You smell good," 

You laughed as his touch tickled you, "I smell like booze."

"Like I said," He chuckled and kissed under your ear now, licking the side of your neck and finding his grip at your earlobe. He bit lightly on it, drawing a moan from you. He grunted when you moaned and his arms wrapped around your waist tighter. 

No.

You turned around and took his hand in yours. Dean grinned and was about to lean down to kiss you on your lips when you walked further into the room, pulling him behind you. The room seemed pretty ordinary, better than any of the motels you'd been to nonetheless, and the first for you to reach was the couch in front of the TV set. You put a small peck on his lips and you could see how impatient Dean was really getting. You could practically see his boner through his navy blue pants. He was about to go for another kiss when you put your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

There was a moment of shock on Dean's face as he fell back on the couch and looked up to you, his brows furrowed and for a second, you saw unfiltered anger in his eyes as if you had just slapped him across his face. 

"Dean," You said as you got on your knees in front of him. "Are you tired?" You said with a coy smile on your face. Dean's eyes wandered all over your body, your own boner evident from the bulge in your pants. He licked his lips, not answering as he finally met your eyes. "I'm going to take that as a yes," You said, taking his feet in your lap and undoing the laces on his dress shoes. Dean watched you intently as you took off his shoes and massaged his feet through his socks. There was an audible grunt before Dean let his head fall back and closed his eyes.