#supernatrualsmut

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➺Pairings: vulnerable dom ! dean x fem ! reader

➺Summary: You and Dean had been fooling around for a while now- no strings attached- but tonight was different. You could feel it… And you need him to know how much he means to you.

➺Word Count: 1.013k.

➺Warnings: 18+, smut, aftercare, heavy dirty talking, pain kink, slight degradation, dom!dean, mindless fucking, broken sub, sadismxmasochism, fingering, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, breath play, slight corruption kink, biting.

⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ Dean’s chest is pressing against your side in the darkness of a shitty motel, warning you to be quiet as he rubs his fingers frantically against your clit, but you can’t help it. The next thing you know, he’s wrapping his hand around your mouth, and it works, but only for a second, then you're right back to whimpering against his palm.

“You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?”

He growls, before pinching your nostrils between his thumb and pointer finger, still covering your mouth. Your eyes go wide when you realize you can’t breathe at all as he continues to rub your clit. You try to gasp, but there’s no air.

Finally, he lets go and you gasp loudly, sucking in a deep breath and without giving you a second to calm down, he forces the full length of his cock inside you and your mouth gapes but no sound comes out, just hot tears that stream down your cheeks from the stinging and burning of being stretched and you feel Dean grab a hold of your jaw with so much force you were sure there’d be a bruise.

You hear Dean growl from behind as he snaps his hips forward, and all you can do is whimper and claw at the sheets beneath you. “Am i hurting you?” His voice laced with hunger and slight pleading, like he hoped he was. Fucking sadist.

All you could manage was a weak and strangled “yes.” He could tell now by your voice that you were crying, and you swore you felt his cock throb inside of you.

“Say it. Tell me, baby,” he demanded.

You cried out.

“You’re hurting me, it hurts so fucking good!”

And that was all he needed. It was like a switch flipped, a sadistic switch, and you would’ve given anything to see the darkness take over his eyes in that moment “God!-“ Dean practically screamed before fucking into you the hardest and fastest he ever has.

His hand was still holding your jaw, only harder this time as he forced your head backwards, bending your neck so now his lips were resting against your cheekbone.

“I’ve heard whores speak with more modesty than you.” He grunted, his tongue sharp.

You moaned immediately, his words burning straight into your core, your back arching, desperate to have all of him. Every. fucking. Inch.

He looked down and noticed just how badly your body craved him. With your faces pushed together, you could feel his sloppy grin form, and that only turned you on more.

His free hand came down, and his fingers hooked into your hip, pushing and pulling you back onto him, using your body to help get both of you off.

“But no…” He continued talking. “You want it to hurt, don’t you? You want all of me, the worst parts of me. You need me.”

And just like that… you were fucking gone. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted out of you because after that, nothing mattered at all, and you’d do anything to prove how right he was.

“God- yes, Dean!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, almost scaring him, but he just reveled in it, groaning and biting your skin, like he was begging you to keep going. And you did.

“I love when you split me open, right up the middle!” You squeezed your eyes shut as tight as possible, imagining Dean’s face behind you and how his body must look as he’s tearing you apart. His abs and biceps full flexed and covered in sweat. Both of you were.

“I want all you, the worst parts of you. All the time. Forever, Dean.” You continued, words just spewing out of you at this point, not caring how desperate and feral you sounded or if it made any sense at all.

You hear Dean’s moans, his hot breath fanning your ear and neck. They weren’t even moans at this point; they were more like broken cries and raspy whimpers. Still masculine but strangled and desperate all the same. He wasn’t even trying to control the pitch anymore. He didn’t care.

This was all of him, and he was giving it to you.

“I need you always- always, Dean!” You professed to him, giving him your whole heart, and in return, you got the most gorgeous, guttural moan from the back of his throat. He was making noises for you that he had never made for anyone else.

“Fuck, (y/n).” Dean moaned. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you could tell the coil in his stomach was about to explode, too.

“I need it, Dean. I need you so bad. Please cum in me! Cum in me, Dean!! Please cum in me!” You rambled on and on, no control over what was coming from your mouth anymore.

You had never seen yourself like this, nor had Dean. He broke you. You knew it. He knew it. You both did. And in that moment, each of you let out frantic cries of your own as Dean’s hips snapped forward for a few more thrusts, his fingers digging into your skin as your hand grasped his wrist that was holding your hip still while he ever so slightly rocked his hips into yours, both of you riding out the best orgasms you’ve ever had. The highest you’ve ever felt.

With teary eyes, you managed to roll over once he had pulled out to notice his half-hooded and teary green eyes too. The sight could’ve melted your heart right then and there. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to the top of your head.