Original Imagine: (X) (X) (X)
Author: Mvampirefreak
Reader Gender: Female
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Warnings:
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"It's been two weeks, Dean!" You yelled at him as you packed your essentials into the duffle bag, "Sam and I are going to see what Garth has found to get rid of the curse that bitch of a witch cast on you. End of story." The zipper of the duffle bag close harshly, clearly showing your frustration
"Oh, come on, Y/N," Dean wrapped his arms around you and began to kiss your neck, "Don't you don't like the effects of it, baby?" Dean's hands ran up to your breasts and grabbed them as he pushed you against the bed. You groaned at the sensation that grew in your nether regions. You ground your ass against him once before pushing him away.
"I'm not saying I don't like the effects, Dean. I'm saying I can't have you distracted by my thoughts when you're out on a hunt. It could be dangerous and I don't want my thoughts to be the reason you get killed… or worse." Dean made a noise that sounded like a begging toddler as he reached his hands out for you as you started to leave, "Dean, don't act like that. It doesn't get you anywhere-" you gasped as Dean suddenly grabbed you by your hips and cornered you against the wall.
"This doesn't get me anywhere?" Dean asked as he ground his jean-clad erection against you as his lips traced up and down your neck. You held onto his shoulders tightly as he wrapped your legs around him and alternated between sucking, kissing, and nipping your neck, "or this?" You let out a low moan as Dean's hands gripped around your ass cheeks through your jeans and began to grind harder against you.
"Dean…" his name rolled off your tongue as he unbuttoned your jeans and slid his fingers under your panties. You whimpered as he instantly found your clit and growled into your neck at your response. Dean's middle finger went back and forth between rubbing up and down your folds and against your clit. You were aching to have his finger slip inside your wetness.
"I know, baby," Dean whispered in your ear, "I gotcha." Dean suddenly slipped his middle and ring finger past your folds and delved them into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling and began to rock your hips against his fingers. Dean's mouth was practically glued to your neck as you ground your hips against his fingers. The two of you were a heap of moans and gasps until suddenly the door swung open and Sam walked in.
", are you ready- SHIT!" Sam covered his eyes and hid behind your bedroom door as Dean retracted his fingers from inside you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, but you realized that was the least of your problems right now.
"Sorry, Sam. I should've- we should've-"
"No, it's okay, Y/N. I should've knocked, especially knowing how Dean-"
"Okay! Well, this has been interesting, but I think you should probably leave, Sam." Dean broke the awkward air as he pushed Sam out the door and locked the door.
"Shit." you sighed as you pushed yourself away from the wall.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Dean teased as he grabbed your waist once more and slid his hand back into your pants.
"Dean, I have to go." you groaned as you tried to pull his hand out of your panties. Your efforts were useless as Dean thrust his fingers back into your still soaking entrance.
"No, I can't let you leave empty handed. I always make sure my woman cums first." Dean smiled against your neck as you gasped when his fingers thrusted faster.
"Then you leave me no choice, Dean." You said as you slammed Dean back into the wall, causing his grip on you to lessen enough for you to break through his arms and put yourself at a "safe distance" away from him.
"Hey! I wasn't finished with you!" Dean yelled as he lunged at you. He was a second too short as you barely dodged his lunge. A giggle resounded from you as you grabbed the dufflebag off the bed and sprinted out of the bedroom. Sorry, Dean, you thought, better luck next time.