Random Character x Reader

(Lemon) Dean W.xReader

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"What the hell, (Y/N)!?" I stumble from the passenger side door of the impala. The door catches my jeans just below the pocket, but I couldn't care less. I yank forward ripping the fabric in the process.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" I spin on my heel and watch him stalk towards me. His hands clenched into fists.
"You could've died with that little stunt!' He grasps the front of my shirt slamming me it against the hood. "Do you want to die? Huh?" I throw my legs up from where they were dangling off of the burning metal of baby. He grunts and presses himself into me. I gasp and wrap my hands around the wrist of his hand holding my shirt.
"I'm sorry." I breathe out. He growls.
"You're sorry to who, babygirl?"
"You, you, sir." Hi hand slides up my collarbone and to my own wrists. Throwing my arms above my head he grinds his hips into me.
"Tell sir what you're sorry for."
"I'm sorry for being so impatient. I should've waited."
"Yes you should've." His free hand finds my bra clasp underneath my shirt. I whimper and kick my legs higher trying to gain at least a small amount of dominance. He clicks his tongue releasing me only to pick me up by my thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck as to not be dropped. He throws me into the back seat and then climbs into the front. "Babygirl I want a show. That will be your apology. Now strip." I chew on the inside of my lip and sit up. Sliding my arms into my shirt I finally throw of the loose lingerie  I had picked because of lack of clean clothes. He groans sending pleasure straight to my middle. I choke on another whimper. I pull off my shirt and then my jeans wiggling my hips as I do so. It leaves me in my panties. Which by now have been soaked from his ministrations and sounds.
"You're gonna have to do more than that sweetheart." I bite my cheek and slide my hand into my underwear making sure to set my legs up on either of the seats. I moan, a little theatrically but it worked anyway. Sliding my fingers into myself.
"Sir, I wish it was your fingers instead of mine." Just the phrase sends me into a harsh orgasm. From this position I can see his jeans soaking through as well meaning he's cummed too. "Sir, will you have time to clean me up?"
"Of course babygirl." He presses on the brakes slowly stopping the Impala. Setting it into park he removes his jacket and climbs into the backseat. I giggle I lay myself out onto the leather seats. He slowly unbuckles and removes his belt. Pressing forward he grips my hands and ties them to the seatbelt. "Don't move."
"Yes sir." Dean slips his thumbs into the straps of my panties. Sliding down my legs he kisses my navel. Throwing my underwear on the floor he pulls of his jeans. Removing his length from his boxers he holds himself over me.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes sir." Nodding, Dean wets his lips before sliding into me. It's painfully slow causing me to buck up into him. He chuckles.
"You're being impatient again."
"Sorry sir." In response he begins to move. Pushing back slowly before thrusting in. "Faster please." He takes my plea and turns it into motion. I can feel myself getting close. I'm far too sensitive from earlier. He can feel it too. I know by the way his brows furrow.
"It's okay babygirl. You can cum." I yank on my bindings and moan louder than any of the moans I gave before. He hisses and I can feel him filling me up with everything he's got.
"I love you Dean." I mumble my chest heaving.
"I love you (Y/N)."

—Rene