Open The Damn Door - Dean (Smut)

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Most smut imagines I write are for Dean, because the ideas that pop in my head can only be reenacted by him, in my opinion. I can only see Dean doing half of this kinky, crazy shit. Enjoy!

Song: The Weeknd - Valerie

Dean slid his hand down the front of your pants as you lounged on the couch next to him. You snickered and got up, quickly running away.

"You want it? Come and get it!" You heard his loud footsteps behind you, only making you run faster. You glided your hand on the stairway rail and ran as fast as you could. Not using the rail as support, but letting it touch the soft wood and linger your presence for Dean. As you approached the end of the stairwell, you quickly glanced behind you and saw Dean was already halfway up the stairs, your heart pounded as you ran into the nearest room which was Sam's, and locked the door. You barely closed it in time and you wrestled your weight against Dean's on the door. You finally shut it and flipped the lock. You sat down with a sigh and listened to him pound his fists against the wooden entry that separated you two.

"Open the damn door!"

His grunts spilled through the creaks of the door as he gave one last pound and everything went quiet. It was a stupid move but you went and unlocked it, and just what you had anticipated, happened. Dean pushed himself inside and relocked the door. His shirt and pants were off before you could even register it.

He pushed you onto the bed and hovered himself over your defenseless body. His hand slid back into the front of your pants to finish what he had started.

"You bad girl. Running from a good fuck." He snickered at your whimpers as his hand explored your sex. His fingers ran circles around your bundle of nerves. Dean used his free hand to rip your shirt off, and attack your free breast with his mouth.

"D-Dean," Your hands tugged and tangled into his hair, "We can't do this in Sam's room."

His lustful glare shot up at you, his hand removed itself from your pants and started working on his own. His pants were around his ankles and his boxers were next. "I don't give a fuck." He muttered and ripped down your pants, taking your panties off with his teeth. His tongue finished off where his hand failed too. His fingers pumped themselves into your core, making you scream.

"FUCK, BABY." Dean smirked against your sex, still working you to climax. Your hands hazily gripped into his messed up hair, pushing Dean onto you as far as he could go. He licked and sucked faster and harder, making you cry for release.

"D-DEAN, PLEASE PLEASE." You arched your back, letting Dean have more access. His fingers curled and scratched your sweet spot, making you explode. Your eye's squeezed shut and your back hit back down onto the bed. Your hand's left Dean's hair and relaxed above your head, as you sighed and breathed the breath you've been holding in.
Dean hovered over your limp body and started kissing your neck, making you moan and sober up from the orgasm. You took control and pushed him over on his back, settling yourself down onto his already hard member. His hands gripped your ass roughly and moved you along his shaft. Both of you moaned loudly.

"Oh my God." Dean watched as you rode him. You leaned down and kissed his neck, and then his pouted lips. His hand smacked your ass, making you speed up.

"It feel's so good." He slapped your ass again, making you squeal and speed up. He thrusted up as you rode faster, making your pit tingle with another orgasm. Dean flipped you both over, pounding himself into you as his hot grunts brushed against your face. His lips traced little kisses over your collar bones.

You reached out to touch him but he pinned your hands above your head and continued kissing, and fucking you. You bit down on your bottom lip but moans and pleas still escaped. Dean stared into your eyes as he grew closer, bringing you along with him.

"I'm close." He groaned, still thrusting.

"M-Me too. Don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He joked, trying to keep his sense of humor but a moan overtook it. He started kissing your body again, leaving little nips along the way. His kisses felt amazing. Everything he did to you felt amazing.

His hand reached down between your bodies and started circling your sex, pushing you closer to the edge. You couldn't control the moans anymore, they flew out involuntarily. And Dean loved them.

"You sound beautiful. You look so fucking gorgeous." His hot breath brushed against your face again, making you moan. You loved feeling his pants. His hands still circled around you, and you couldn't hold it anymore. You clenched around Dean and he knew you were coming. Your head arched into Sam's mattress, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure you yelled. Dean muttered cusswords under his breath as he watched you squirm and scream of ecstasy.

Dean thrusted once more and came after you. His head fell onto your sweaty, heavy breathing chest.

"Fuck." Dean laughed, kissing your chest.

Dean sat up in worry as he heard the front door open. Dean looked at the clock on the side table and started throwing his clothes on because it was Sam. You laughed uncontrollably, trying to be somewhat quiet as you pulled your jeans on and put your shirt on backwards.

"I can't find my panties!" You whispered, seeing Dean laugh and pull you out of Sam's room and into his.

You barely made it in before Sam walked up the steps. You dropped onto Dean's bed and giggled with him. Dean held you in his arms and played with your hair. You thought you were safe until you both heard a knock on the door. Dean got up and answered it with a smirk. Sam stood in the doorway with your purple, lace panties in his hand.

You laughed, feeling embarrassed.

"Next time you decide to have sex in my room, make sure you get all the evidence out," Sam walked away with your underwear still in his hand.

"I'm keeping them!" He yelled as his door slammed shut.

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