Personalized Dean Dobbs/Jack Howard imagine for anonymous.
Includes smut content.
"You’re always such a dick!" you yell to your boyfriend, Dean, as you slam the bedroom door. You can hear him stomping toward the room, so you sit in front of the door to prevent him from entering. He turns the knob and pushes. "Let me in, you bitch," he says harshly.
"No. I don’t want to see you."
You can tell he retreated back to the living room, so you begin getting ready. You search through your closet for the sexiest thing you own. You settle on a very short and tight red, strapless dress and black heels.
Pleased with your outfit, you fix your hair in an updo and begin putting on makeup to cover the fact that you’ve been crying. You take a look in the mirror and are happy with what you see. You walk out of the room and say, “I’m going out. Don’t be surprised if I don’t come home tonight,” to Dean as you grab your keys.
"Not like that you aren’t."
"Yes I am. You don’t control me," you snapped, walking out the door.