Smut: Random x Male!Reader

Dean Winchester | His Sinner

kinks/dynamics:

roleplaying
collars
selling your soul? is that a kink?? if not i'm making it one now

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It was well past midnight when you stood at the crossroad. It was dead quiet safe for the gravel underneath your feet which crunched everytime you turned, trying to spot the demon before it was too late.
You knew he was gonna come, you just didn't know from where and it frightened you.

Then, suddenly, you heard twigs snap behind you and you whirled around, trying to spot the figure in the misty night.

"(Y/N) (L/N). I see you're without your little Winchester bodyguards today", his smile grew predatory.

You swallowed, not able to speak as the tall demon approached you, steppeing closer and trailing his knuckles over your jaw.

"I've always adored your pretty face, you know? It gets me off", he whispered into your ear, making you shudder helplessly.

"D-Dean. This isn't you", you stuttered.

"Oh, baby", he drawled, "this is me. The real me", he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"And I think we both know why you're here."

You shook your head, or at least tried do, still held fast by his iron grip.

"I think", he carried on, "you've got a present for me, don't you?"
His gaze was so piercing, emerald green eyes tracking every subtle reaction. You were sure he also noticed how your heart began to beat even faster.

"I think", he drawled, "you're a pathetic little sinner, who wants to sell his sweet, ruined soul to me. Isn't that right, pet?", his grin was almost wolfish, teeth looking sharper than usual. You felt trapped, even though you weren't even a demon caught in a devil's trap. You idly wondered if this was what demons felt like when you trapped them, but then Dean noticed your mind was wandering and decided that that just wouldn't do.

He licked over your bottom lip and whispered, "one kiss, and you're mine. Your soul belongs to me and so do you."
Pupils blown wide you kept staring up at him, trying very hard to hide the boner in your too-tight jeans.
"Sell your soul, sinner", he growled again. "You know you belong to me."

Swallowing heavily your gaze flickered over his face, enjoying the heated glare he regards you with. 
"What's in it for me?", you whisper.

Dean's grin grows wider, in the way he knows he's superior right now. 
"Oh darling, the whole world's in for you. I'll show you what a life full in sin looks like. Let me guide you on your way to hell", he strokes your cheek with his thumb, edging even closer. 
"You feel it, don't you? The need to give up that responsibility of keeping your soul clean. It's so tiring to live a life without sin, isn't it?"

A shiver ran up your spine. 

"Your soul, darling, belongs to me."

You give him one last look and then you give in, "it's yours. Take it."

And take it he does. Dean surges forward in one fluid motion, claiming your mouth with a heated kiss that has you dizzy for a second. Before you know it his tongue is in your mouth, kissing you with all the demonic energy he's got in him. 
"Fuck", you pant as you have to part for just a second. 
Dean is immediately on you again, kissing from your lips, over your jaw, to your collar bone. 

Then suddenly he chuckled, "damn, that really did it for you, huh."
"Fuck off", you gave him a playful slap. 

"Such a good little sinner for me", he teased, while still mouthing little kisses against your throat. 
And if you let out a tiny whine at that, no one heard but you and Dean. And even in front of Dean you'd deny ever letting go such noises. 

Still kissing Dean you suddenly heard the clinking of metal, making you part from his lips. 
In his hand was a black collar. Cheeky bastard. 

"We wouldn't want anyone to think you didn't belong to me, baby, now would we?"
You wanted to put up your usual bratty tantrum, until you saw the anti possession symbol at the front of it.

"I love it", you exhaled shakily, bowing your head immediately so he could put it on. 
"How's it feel", Dean asked, almost shyly. 

"Like I'm yours", you whisper, amazed at how true those words felt.