Shopping - Dean (Smut)

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Song: Flight Facilities - Crave you (Adventure club dubstep remix

"How's this?" You walked out of the dressing room door and out to where Dean sat on a couch. His eyes quickly glanced over to you and his face was expressionless. "You don't like it?" You turned around to try on the next when he gripped your wrist tightly, pushing you inside the door and locking it behind him. You felt his erection pressed against your thigh and you gasped. "No," He groaned, "That's my favorite." He lifted up the white lacey dress revealing your black lace underwear. His fingers lingered their way down between your legs, touching you through your panties. You gripped his shoulders, "Fuck, Dean." You stifled the moans in his broad shoulder.

He slid your panties aside, letting his fingers pump themselves into you. "Shh," He kissed your neckline, nipping gently. "Wouldn't want to get caught, would we?" Dean snickered, pumping faster. It was like he wanted you to scream his name, letting everyone know you were his. And only his. Only he could make you feel like this.

"Oh my God." You gritted your teeth and threw your head back, feeling Dean's mouth attack your exposed collar bones, making you whine more. The struggle to be quiet only became harder as he pushed you towards climax. He pulled his hands away, unbuckling his jeans and sliding both his jeans and boxers down in a swift motion. Your hands reached out for him but he pushed them away. "Uh uh." He snickered, groping himself. He pumped slowly, moaning quietly. You couldn't take it anymore. You attached your lips to his, swallowing his moans. His hands gripped your waist, spreading your legs for entrance.

Without warning he slammed into you, shoving you against the thin dressing room wood wall. His hand snaked over your mouth, muting your ecstasy cries. One hand over your mouth, the other holding you firmly in your place while he fucked you senselessly. He moved his hand from your waist to hold your leg higher so he could thrust harder and deeper. His face buried in your neck, panting and grunting as lowly as he could. You mumbled and moaned against his strong hand, trying to indicate you were close. His thrusts only became faster, pushing you ever the edge. You arched your back against the cold wall, feeling Dean's body press into yours. He groaned deeply, releasing himself into you. You held onto his shoulders for support and you both caught your breath leaning against the wall.

"So.." You slipped on your jeans and shirt, looking over at Dean who was getting dressed himself. "Should I buy it?" You heard him laugh and put his belt on.

"If you don't, we'll just have to come back and try on more." You turned around, seeing his smirk.

"Fine with me."

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. School sucks. I'm trying to get a Cas or Sam one up next, let me know which!

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