Supernatural, Dean/Bela, I hate you
Dean pounded on Bela's door. She opened it and he came crashing in.
"Why do you have to frustrate the hell out of me, Bela?"
"Frustrate you? Dean, that clearly was not my intent," she replied in that accent of hers.
Mad past words, Dean let his actions speak for him. He slammed Bela against the door, punishing her mouth with his. His hands rode her skirt up and he growled deep in his throat as he ripped her fancy underwear from her body.
Bela wasn't talking anymore. Her mouth was too occupied with Dean's When he roughly slid two digits into her, she let out a shocked, "Ah!"
Dean smiled against her mouth as he pushed his jeans and shorts to his knees. It wasn't as comfortable as all the way off, but he didn't plan on staying.
He lifted her and she put her legs around his waist. He thrust into her fast and hard, daring her to keep up with his unrelenting pace.
When he was done, and she wasn't, he quickly pulled out, set her down and zipped himself up.
"See ya later, Bela," was all he said before he closed the door.
Bella was left there on legs that couldn't hold her, shaking and very sexually frustrated.