Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

The Night Has Just Begun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, grinding, dry humping

Summary: A night of horror movies turns into something Dean can't refuse, not when you show him how flexible you can be.

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While Dean is in the shower, you get the movie set up in Dean's man cave. You have the popcorn ready, two jumbo-sized drinks, and a bunch of snacks. It's Halloween time, so you want to watch horror movies to kick start the spooky season.

Sam is out with Eileen right now and won't return until the next morning, so you and Dean have the bunker to yourselves. It will be spent watching horror movies all night so you might have nightmares tomorrow, but that's fine.

Sam hates watching horror movies because he claims his life is a horror movie. However, you'd take an immortal killer in a hockey mask over vampires and ghosts any day. Dean is a horror junkie, so you're glad you have him to experience this with.

"Alright, I'm here," Dean says as he walks into the man cave.

You turn to greet him, but your mouth goes dry, your heart slows down, and your jaw drops a bit. On days like this, Dean likes to wear as little as possible while still being decent enough to hang around other people. He's wearing a thin henley shirt with dark gray sweatpants. A man in sweatpants is your absolute weakness, especially when Dean wears them.

"Press play, sweetheart," Dean says, hopping onto the couch.

You can only stare at the outline of Dean's cock through his sweatpants. There is no restriction to hold it in place, so it's free flowing. Dean takes the remote from you and presses play, not even paying attention to you. Your eyes are on his lower half as if he is a stripper; he doesn't deserve you staring at him like this.

Dean can feel your eyes on him, but he tries to ignore you for the first half of the movie. By the time it reaches halftime, he pauses the movie and turns to face you.

"Do you need something, darling?" Your eyes snap up to him, and your cheeks heat up so much that you think you have a fever. You turn to hide your face, but he reaches over and grabs your hand to stop you. "No, don't hide. If you need something, then just grab it. Do something about it."

The two of you are the only ones here without the younger Winchester around to bother you. Instead of chickening out, you get up and face his chair. He leans back and waits for you to do something. You lift your right leg and swing it over the chair so that your knee hooks over the back of his chair.

Dean's eyes widen at your flexibility, but he has yet to say something about it. You push your body toward him so your pussy is pushing against his cock deliciously. Dean grips the arm rests to prevent him from grabbing at your skin.

You slide your right leg from the back of the chair over his body, and you set yourself on his lap so you can feel the whole outline of his cock. You start to grind down on him, and you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

"Fuck," Dean groans in a low voice. "Sweetheart..."

He moves his hands toward your body, but you slap his hands.

"No touching, Dean," you grin and grind down harder.

Dean doesn't get touched very often, so when someone does, he craves it. The fact that you denied him this is messing with his mind. His cock hardens and pushes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure shooting throughout your body.

"Do you like that? Are you going to come for me?" you ask, and he nods quickly.

"Yes, fuck," he groans.

There is a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, and he throws his head back so quickly that the back of his head bangs against the chair. You quicken your pace and grind down harder until the point where Dean comes into his pants. There is a wet patch on the front from you, and he pants heavily underneath you.

You lean closer to him as if you're going to kiss him, but your lips don't touch.

"Clean it up," you whisper.

You get off him with a smirk with the intention of going back to your room, but Dean has other plans. He gets up so quickly you think he was the Flash or something. He grabs you by the legs and throws you over his shoulder.

"This night has only just begun," he smirks.