Mr. Winchester - Dean (Smut)

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This is a fifty shades of Grey inspired imagine.
Song: Crazy in love (Remix from fifty shades of grey). This song is so addicting. I insist you listen to this song while reading this imagine, it makes it 1000x better!

You packed up your work papers, piling them all under your desk in a pink file. You let a sigh slip through your parted lips and your hands held themselves tight on your waist. You were always the last one to pack up and head home from work.

"(Y/N)?" You heard that familiar deep voice that made your knees buckle.

You swooped around quickly to meet your boss's, Mr. Winchester's bright green eyes.

You chuckled, realizing how stupid you must have looked. You ran your hands down your pencil waisted skirt, flattening out any wrinkles. Mr. Winchester took notice. You gulped at how vulnerable he made you feel with just a plain glare.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Winchester?" You asked, attempting to smile politely.

"May I see you in my office before you head home?" He returned a white grin.

"Of course. I'll be right there." You reassured, he nodded and returned to his office. You continued to speedily clean up your work cubicle. You once again patted your skirt down, fixing your hair in hopes it'd look suitable since you didn't have a mirror. You shrugged and walked down the long hallway, turning left to head into Mr. Winchesters office. You softly knocked, mentally reminding yourself not to fuck up. Eveytime you'd talk or look at Mr. Winchester, you'd go into a trance. And you weren't the only one who he had this effect on. Every woman and man in the building was mesmerized by this attractive and alluring man.

You heard his faint voice call for you to enter the room, and you obeyed. You pushed open his large wooden doors, gasping internally at the sight of him kicked back in his black chair. His slick black shoes rested on his newly polished desk, giving you a sight you've never been blessed to see with your own eyes. For a third time in the last thirty minutes, you scooted your hands along your black skirt. Again, his eyes trailed in synch with your hands. His tongue smoothly darted out, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. God, this man was delicious.

"Mr. Winches-" You started, but he stood up and walked over to you, placing his index finger against the center of your lips.

"Please, call me Dean." He smiled, removing his finger and pulling a chair aside for you. You sat down, watching as he resumed his old position in the black chair. You crossed your legs, sitting up straighter than before.

"I take a fond interest in you, (Y/N). You're smart, beautiful and very mysterious, which intrigues me." He sat up, taking his feet off his desk and intently staring at you. His words made you melt, and he stood up again. Your heart was pumping out of your chest, every move he made tantalized you. His hand gently caressed your cheek, making you shiver. His hands felt so soft and warm, making your mind drift off into ecstasy. His touch left you craving more. He leant in, making your heart race in anticipation even more than it was before. His lips were barely an inch away from yours, so close but they felt so far. If you hadn't been so stiff from shock you would have bent in and kissed him. You could feel his soft plump lips lightly brush against yours. Almost. Almost. He pecked you. Just a quick peck and he pulled away, a small smirk grew on his clean shaven face. What the fuck. It was quite obvious Dean was the 'teasing' kind.

I. Can. Not. Wait. Any. Longer. You mentally repeated to yourself, flying out of your seat and practically attacking Dean's well built body. You could tell this was what he was waiting for it. He was waiting for you to lose your mind from all his tantalizing horseshit and he'd watch you go bananas and finally devour every inch of his lustful package.

Your hands dug into his wavy hair and his hands roamed over your ass, making you moan into the deep kiss. He wasted no time ripping off your white blouse and black pencil skirt. Your nails scratched at his blue dress shirt, ripping it off his body. Holy shit. His body was amazing. That classic shit eating smirk slapped onto his face, making him look like the Cheshire cat. But you couldn't say it wasn't hot. He pulled you back into him, reaching behind you to push everything off his desk and onto the wooden floor. His hands brought your ass into their embrace, lifting you up and settling your hips right on his. His hips slightly thrusted against yours, the friction making it's way straight to your already soaked drawers. He layed you down onto his desk, leaving you to watch as he unzipped his slacks and took off his belt. He bit down on his bottom lip, bending over your body to tie your hands together with his black belt. (I know it was a tie in the book, but this is my version. And when I think of dominant Dean, I see him using his belt, not a tie.) No one you've ever been with has done this, but, this was going somewhere you wanted to be.

His pants hung low around his hips, revealing only his V-line. He finally yanked them off, leaving you with a glorious sight of him in his tight briefs. You swallowed harshly, staring up at the ceiling as he stripped bare. You felt your panties being tugged off by his rough fingers and within a second his hands were unhooking your bra. You squeaked an unexpected moan as his fingers teasingly danced over your sex, "Mr-" You forgot what he had asked and corrected yourself. "Dean." You moaned, squeezing shut your eyes from bliss.

"Look at me. I want to see your pretty little eyes." He growled, you immediately looked up at Dean who was hovering over your defenseless, aching body. His fingers plunged into your core, making you clench your eyes closed again and arch your naked body into Dean's chest.

"Open," He thrusted his fingers faster, "Your," With each word he spoke he thrusted his fingers into you, watching as you melted at his touch. "Eyes." You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears. Dean's face stood the same. His lips curved slightly, showing his white teeth. His eyes staring intently into your watering ones. His thumb explored your sex, rubbing circles over your bundle of pleasure while three of his other fingers shot deep into your aching center. You twitched, unable to contain your orgasm any longer. His eyes watched every move you made, a small grunt left his lips. Your body arched again, pressing into his. He removed his hand, licking every one of his drenched fingers. You panted, coming down from the most amazing high you've ever had.

"Oh, Honey. The fun hasn't even started yet." He smirked, as if he had just read your mind.

Cliffhanger! Don't worry, there'll be a part two. What do you guy's think? Passable for a 50 shades remake imagine? 50 shades of Winchester!

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