Baby girl - Dean (Smut)

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Dean wouldn't have taken you seriously if you asked to use his porn magazines, and he would notice if one was missing. Being 18 and kept away from the outside world sucked. You just wanted to explore.. Things.

'Its our job to watch over you, if something happens, it's on our plate.' Dean would repeat like a broken record. Sam was more layed back, he would sneak you things and let you outside more often because he knew how it felt to be locked away. (Ouch) The boy's took you in after your Dad died, who happened to be a close friend of theirs. At first living with two extremely hot men didn't seem so bad, but it ended up being nothing but sexual frustration and scoldings. I'm not a kid. It's been two years with these guys and nothing. Not even a sexual look. But God how you wanted to pounce on them like an animal.

Sam was out cold in his bedroom and Dean, well Dean, he was always out with some hooker so you were fine at the moment. You just needed to sneak in and try to get a long glimpse in a quick second. You opened his creaky door, hearing it echo down the cold, dark hall. You snuck in, and shut it quietly.

You walked over to his bedside table where he kept his things and picked up 'Busty Asian beauties.' A gasp slipped through your lips as you opened it, viewing all the gorgeous naked women. At this point, it didn't matter what gender you just needed closure to your hormones. And hey, these women were attractive. You sat down onto Dean's bed, smelling his scent and looking at the pictures. You reached one hand down between your legs and touched yourself, groaning at how bad you needed release. You twirled circles around your sex and moaned as quietly as you could. "Fuck." You threw your head back, "Watch your mouth." Dean clenched his jaw from the doorway, you couldn't believe he'd been there the whole time. Or some of the time.

"DEAN." You quickly removed your hand from your crotch and put the magazine down. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" He shushed you.

"Masturbating on my bed," He walked closer and stopped in front of your dropped jaw, "With my porn?!" He shook his head indicating you were in trouble. "Those are my magazines to jack off too. They aren't for you." Dean snickered, leaning over you and grabbing his magazine. This turned you on to a whole new level. Him talking about masturbating.. With you.

"Looks like you need to do it right now." You scoffed, referring to his very visible and straining boner.

"Jack off?" He scoffed back, sinisterly smiling into your (Y/E/C) eyes.

"Yeah. You were watching me get off in your bed, with your porn, and you cannot tell me that didn't make you horny as fuck. And lying won't do shit for you, your little friend is the proof." You were laughing hysterically now.

"Little friend?," He quoted your words, "What makes you think my cock is little?"
Woah. Dean was not playing around anymore. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It went straight to your panties.

"Hmm, I don't know. A guess?" You still played the cocky role, but inside you were dying to ride him like a pony.

"Well, I guess I'll have to prove you wrong." Dean smirked, unbuckling his jeans.

Your heart was racing like a fucking racehorse. Was this really happening? Was Dean getting naked in front of you? Was this going to end in hot, rough steamy sex? Holy fuck. Dean. Winchester. Was. In. Tight. Boxers. THE MAN YOU'VE BEEN DRIPPING TO FUCK SINCE YOU WERE 16 IS SO CLOSE TO NAKED RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE.

You bit your tongue and held down your hands with all your might. Do not grab. Dean's bulge. Do not grab. Dean's bulge. You repeated in your sex crazed mind. His erection was MASSIVE. And oh how you wish he was thrusting it into you while telling you dirty shit.

"You want it baby?" Dean watched as you tried so hard not to fuck him. He pulled your hair, bringing you inches away from his straining sex. You couldn't do it anymore. Your hands ripped down his tight boxers and your mouth attached to his member. Dean tasted amazing. Just like how you imagined. Leathery and musky.

"Oh God." Dean thrusted into your mouth, holding your hair in his hand. He ripped you off your knees and connected his lips with yours. Whiskey. You tasted whiskey. Was.. Was Dean drunk? Oh fuck it, you didn't care. You've been needing this for too long.

He pushed your back on his bed, hovering himself over you. "What do you want me to do, baby girl?" Dean hazily looked into your eyes, you could drown in the lust.

"Fuck me." You moaned, his hands played with your sex.

"How?" Dean breathed heavily, still staring into your eyes.

"I want you to shut up, put me on all fours, and fuck the shit out of me." You growled, tugging his hair and bringing him into a lip biting kiss. He obeyed, flipping you over into doggy position. Dean groaned at the sight of you. Wet, hot and bothered all for him.

He positioned himself into your sex, remembering you were a virgin so he went slow. Agonizingly slow. You squealed in pain and he wasn't even half way into you. Fuck.

"Want me to stop, baby girl?" Dean asked you, almost fully pulling out.

"No! No, Dean. Don't stop."

THERE'S GONNA BE A PART TWO. IM SORRY, I HAD TO BREAK THIS INTO TWO PARTS. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART TWO! The Cas imagine took longer for me to write than I initially thought so enjoy this for now!

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