𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[21] follow the vision

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ; FOLLOW THE VISION
season 2 episode 9
*sexual content warning*
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THE IMPALA FOGGED UP, as Dean sat naked in the backseat of his car. The leather against his bare skin was cold and sticking to his sweat coated skin, his head rolled backwards as an unholy groan escaped his lips due to the actions of Selene. The red head girl was sitting in his lap, also naked, as she rode Dean senselessly. Her legs spread and knees dug into the sweet leather of baby as she used Dean's shoulder to brace herself, while her body bounced and rolled in all the directions Dean's hands on her hips guided her.

Nails digging into his skin as she clawed at him, feeling him fill her out and even trust his hips upwards simultaneously into her with her body movements. Selene rolled her head forward and placed it onto Dean's shoulder, letting out a breathy moan full of lust and pleasure as her air and the heat the two of them were creating fogged up the windows. Creating a privacy for them, and entrapping the heat with them.

"That's it—Dean—just like tha—" Selene's voice was uneven and breathy, as if she forgot how to properly speak as Dean hit all the right spots inside of her.

"Baby—you're doing so good." Dean praised her, praising the woman that he has grown so addicted to. So enchanted by her and the way she tasted. That's why, Dean brought a hand up to her head, grabbing a fist full of her hair and tightly pulling at to lift her head up—allowing him to roughly and hungrily kiss her lips.

The noises she made were eaten by Dean, in a sloppy and yet passionate kiss. Selene brought her fingers into Dean's hair, scratching her nails against his scalp as she softly pulled at his short spiky hair.

A pleasure inside Selene had been building and building, it balled up at her lower stomach and knotted itself inside of her. Dean was the key at undoing it, undoing her. Sending her into a spiral as all that pleasure started to get closer and closer to releasing, when Dean pulled from her lips and attached his plumped red lips to her neck—sucking tenderly at the skin below her ear. Gently taking the skin between his teeth and slightly tugging at it, earning a tiny painful pleasure to shoot through her.

The way Dean's lips felt on her, the way he moved her body the way he wanted, the way their chest were pressed against each other and every inch of her skin was touching Dean one way or another. It all started to become to much, too heavy for her to carry any longer as after about another three trusts Selene felt everything that was building come undone.

The sounds that escaped Selene's mouth sounded like music to Dean's ears, better than any song he's ever heard as he could feel the vibrations of her voice against his lips. The way her body shook and trembled against him, and the way she clenched around him, Dean knew he couldn't last any longer either. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and the second she released herself all over him—Dean was quick to follow.

His lips fell from her neck and his forehead dropped against her collar bone. Dean's brought both hands back to her hips, slowly guiding her body to ease their movements, both of them becoming overloaded with sensations. Their skin was on fire, and there was a spark between them everywhere their skin touched—which just so happened to be everywhere.

Now, Selene just sat on top of Dean, his hands trailing from her hips and towards her back, where Dean wrapped his arms around her entirely and just held her and her shaky hot body. Selene's arms feel tiredly over Dean's shoulders, her forehead resting against his as they shared the air between them. Her eyes closed, as she breathed heavily coming down from the high.