Hood of the impala - (Part two)

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Song: The weeknd - Wicked games

The drive was long, maybe it felt even longer because you couldn't wait till you busted through the doors and went for round two with Dean. God. This man was sexy. You turned around the familiar street corner and knew you were only minutes away, minutes away from fucking this man. The dirty thoughts went straight to your drawers. Before you knew it you both pulled up to the bunker, Dean practically racing you to door.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. And a plus for Dean was that he was incredibly fast. Like, really really fast.

He slid in the key, opening up the door and grabbing your wrist harshly. "Come on." He pulled you behind him like a ragdoll. He walked down the empty hallway, twisting and kicking his door open. He threw you inside, closing the door behind you both.

"Dean-" You tried to speak, only to be shushed. He kissed you, laying your backside onto his bed and Dean hovered his body over yours. You felt his hips grind against yours, making you moan uncontrollably. He reached a hand down to unbutton, unbuckle and unzip his straining jeans, not breaking the intense kiss. Dean's free member brushed over your dripping panties. You sat up, letting Dean help you pull off your dress.

His beautiful green eyes met your (Y/E/C) eyes. Dean's eyes were heaven if you ever saw it. Dean period was heaven. "I love you, (Y/N)" Dean smiled, resuming the steamy kiss. His hands traveled to your bare sex and circled your bundle of pleasure. "Shit, Dean." He watched as he made you feel good. Good was an understand, he made you feel astonishing. The way his fingers kneaded into your skin. The way he'd touch you in places only he was allowed. He knew you were his, and he was yours.

He pulled away his hands, licking his fingers with a grunt. Fuck. You watched him as he put himself at your entrance. He once again, made eye contact with you. Slowly pushing himself into you with a sigh from both of your lips. His stomach pressed against yours, giving him a better angle to thrust. Dean kissed along your chest, to your jaw and finally your lips. He thrusted deep and fast, hitting perfectly against your G-spot. "FUCK DEAN, OH GOD." Your nails dug deeply into Dean's back. He grunted in response, continually hitting your spot. Waves of pleasure rolled through your aching body daring to spill.

"Dean, I'm so close." It sounded like a plea more than a warning. Whenever Dean thrusted into you your voice always cracked into whines. Dean had that effect on you. Making you so overwhelmed with pleasure you couldn't talk or think straight.

He continued kissing along your upper body, slowly. Even though he thrusted into your lower body with lightening speed. Dean must've mastered the rub your belly and pat your head technique as a kid. "Dean-" His teeth grazed over your bottom lip and sucked at it. Dean always liked making you climax first, watching your face, feeling you clench around him. You felt that tingle of pleasure and came around Dean. He closely watched your face, licking his lips.

All it took was three thrusts and Dean was a moaning mess from climax. He bent down, kissing your lips again. You cuddled into him as he flopped beside you. "What a day," Dean snickered, pausing and playing with your (Y/H/C) hair. His fingers stroked along your lightly red cheeks. "So beautiful." You smiled into his chest. You felt a smile tug at his lips too.

Next one will be a Cas one! Thanks for reading (: I'm backed up on things to do, but you can always request an imagine through my message. I appreciate it!

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