Don't tell Sam - Dean (smut)

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Song: Rick Ross - In vein

"DEAN." You moaned, springing awake from sleep, confused. The room was dark and you could feel the sweat drip from your forehead. What in the. You recollected memory from your dream. Dean had you bent over the kitchen counter, thrusting for his life. One hand fondling your breast, the other placing harsh whoopens on your bouncing ass. You climbed out of bed, hoping you hadn't made any loud noises.

You walked to the kitchen and got a cold glass of water. You were dating Sam, you couldn't be thinking about Dean like that! You mentally scolded yourself for the dirty thoughts and dreams you've been having lately about your boyfriend's bother. You took a sip, sighing in relief and dehydration. "You okay?" You heard a low voice ask behind you. It wasn't Sam. You knew his voice anywhere. It was Dean.

You dropped your glass on the floor, not turning around to meet his gaze. You quickly bent down to clean up your mess. "Let me help." You were in nothing but underwear and a tank top. You peeked a quick glance at him and God, Dean was only in sweats that visibly showed his V-line. Dean bent down, helping you pick up the glass and get a mop for the water. Shit. You looked up to see Dean inches away from your face, staring back at you intensely.

"I heard you." He had a plain face. Examining your facial features. Your heart dropped.

"Dean, listen, it was just a dream. I don't-" He shut you up with a kiss. His lips were so perfect. Just like you've imagined. No. No this was wrong. You pulled away from him, "Dean, I can't do this to Sam."

"He doesn't have to know," He moved a strand of your (Y/H/C) hair out of the way of your pouting face. "I can just be here for when Sammy doesn't fuck you right. I know you've been thinking about me, me fucking you." He muttered, he was right. You felt so guilty and wrong.

You looked down, standing up and walking to the door. Dean came up behind you, locking it and pinning you against the door. "Dean.." You whined, trying to resist him. But let's just be honest, Dean is inresistable. His bulge grinded against your backside. You felt your knees give in and you almost fell, Dean picked you up, bringing you to the kitchen counter. He bent you over, just like in your dream. "What happened in your dream?" Dean asked, roaming his hands along your curves.

"Y-You fucked me on the kitchen counter, spanking-g me." You heard Dean snicker behind you and him slap your ass. You groaned and let Dean grab one of your legs and wrap it around his waist. He slid down his sweats, revealing no boxers. You parted your panties to one side, leaving them on. You lifted off your shirt showing Dean you had no bra on, he bit his lip at the sight. He barely had his tip in you and you were a moaning mess. Dean fully pushed himself inside your tight walls. "Fuck, Dean." You whimpered, this was better than your dream. Better than you'd thought it'd be.

He slammed you into to kitchen counters, slapping your ass roughly. Your ass become numb as he repeatedly whipped you with his hand. You almost yelled as Dean found your G-spot. "Yes! Dean right there!" He hit it over and over again, building up your climax that dangerously threatened to spill any minute. "Harder." You felt your walls clench as you were so close to climax. Each thrust pushed you further, and further. And you came hard and whining Dean's name. "DEAN." Your body went limp, resting your upper body on the counter. Dean's grunts and groans become more frequent and deep. You clenched Dean's member again, his breathing and thrusts sped up. "Want me to come?" Dean panted, kissing along your neck. "Yes. Come for me, Dean." With the words you spoke he released himself into you, causing you to moan in synch with him.

He pulled out, still panting and sliding up his sweats. You put back on your shirt and fixed your underwear. "Fuck, woman." You bit your lip and walked over to him, kissing him one last time.

"I'm gonna go back to bed. And I'll think about that offer." You winked at Dean as he sat in silence, watching your hips sway out of the door. You walked back to your room, nuzzling into the warm bed. You sighed in relief and slept. This will be easy, just don't tell Sam.

Idea popped into my noggin out of nowhere, God Dean is a sexy inhuman creature.

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