Dean WinchesterxReader Smut OneShots

#1| Teasing

Description: While interrogating people to get some info on a new case, Dean starts teasing you, to which you react by teasing him, wondering how much it will take him to loose control, drag you to the motel room you were staying at and fuck you senseless. (Almost no plot!)

WARNINGS:teasing in public, some curse words, oral (male on female), fingering, sex against the wall, unprotected sex (don't be like Cas, folks, use real protection, angel blade won't work!), dry humping, stripping, dirty talk

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"What the hell are you doing?" you hissed, feeling Dean's hand trailing up your leg.

"Having some fun," he whispered, a sly smirk on his face, his fingers already getting under your skirt and to your panties.

You cleared your throat, smiling at the lovely older couple that you were in the process of interrogating regarding the case you'd just started working on. Fortunately, their hearing wasn't great, so those comments went unnoticed by them.

Bringing your legs together, you forced your boyfriend to stop and pull away, as you didn't want to be more suspicious than you already were.

You got up and fixed your blazer, taking a deep breath to shake the feeling of arousal.

"Thank you very much for cooperation. If you happen to remember anything else, no matter how strange it might be, don't hesitate to give us a call," you offered, handing the woman one of your business cards.

"Of course, dear," she responded and you turned on your feet, your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you made your way to the front door, Dean following suit.

Dean was exceptionally shameless that day.

He kept flirting with you at impossible moments, eyeing your silhouette, being more touchy-feely than he's ever been, even possessive when he saw other people staring at you.

Of course, he liked to show others that you were his, but it had never happened while you were at work before: it could bring you both a lot of trouble in the middle of a hunt.

You had mentioned to Dean over pillow talk that you wanted to try some public action, but you hadn't really thought he would go for it. It hadn't really seemed like his kind of thing.

So when he had started distracting you like that...well, as a responsible person, you didn't want him to embarrass you in front of people you were supposed to be an authority to, as that's how they viewed FBI.

Or maybe you did? You couldn't deny the thrill that he was willing to indulge your fantasy after all.

If you were honest with yourself, you would have trouble saying no if he started fingering you right in front of that couple that reminded you of your grandparents, but you could play being mad.

It was a game the two of you had played before, and it usually earned you a mind-blowing sex, being a bit of a bitch and pretending you weren't interested, even though he knew that he was yours and you were his. Teasing had the same effect, but you usually saved it for the end.

You smiled as the two of you drove to the next house; you weren't afraid to fight fire with fire. You'd see who would break their control first, you or Dean.

You had two more couples to interrogate, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity.

First interrogation wasn't different than any other one, except that, at one moment, you put your hand on Dean's thigh and started slowly moving it up while he was speaking, asking if they had noticed anything strange lately.