supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: cause I really love you

It was Deans worst nightmare. Your slight infraction with Captain and Tennille had become a full blown obsession. 'Cause I really love you' was a constant in your life. Bunker to motel, your room to the Impala cause Deans "Driver pick the music shotgun shuts his cakehole" rule didn't apply to his sweetheart but he was beginning to wish he had instated it.

This morning you were making breakfast for your the boys. The picture of severely sick domestic bliss. Two brothers in a supernaturally sound bunker and a girl who loved them.

"Love will keep us together-" You sang in the kitchen.
"y/n you've go to stop with this song." Dean came into the kitchen a tired look on his face.
"Cause I really love you." You sang walking up to him a finger on his chest.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close.

"I'm serious y/n" He said staring at you intently.
"Make me Winchester." You said.

Just like that you were off the ground being carried to his room. He practically threw you onto the bed and went to retrieve something  from his dresser.

"Take your clothes off." He said in a cold tone.
You complied excited by his ambition. He returned with a pair of handcuffs carved with symbols meant to trap demons like every other pair in the bunker. He cuffed both your wrists to the wooden bed frame and stared hard at your bare body. He leaned over you and ran his hands along your body.

"Now you're gonna stay here and watch me." He said as he pulled his desk chair by the bed and sat down pulling his pants down before he sat. You watched as he rubbed his hard length through his boxers. He knew this got you going, knowing he was hard for you. You squirmed helpless under the metal cuffs.

"But Dean..." You whined as he stared you down.
"But what y/n I can't have you thinking playing that stupid song all the time comes with a reward." He replied obviously pleased with himself.

You watched as he lifted up to pull his boxers down to your surprise he stood and walked towards you. He held his hand under your mouth. "Spit." He spoke. Wordlessly you obliged and he returned to his chair and began stroking his long cock using your spit. You knew you had to be practically lying in a puddle by now. No man had ever turned you on the way Dean did. You pulled your legs together anxious for friction as he pumped away.

"Dean please. Please come touch me." You begged.
"Oh y/n keep begging like that." He groaned.

You continued to tell him how much you wanted him as he threw his head back grunting and breathing heavily. Not soon enough he came with a curse of your name. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and cleaned himself off. You watched him walk around the bed with lust blown eyes and settle at the base, he slid delicately between your legs wrapping his arms around your thighs.

"What do we say when someone does us a favor like I am to you?" He asked looking up at you.
"Thank you oh god thank you Dean please just-" You replied.
"Okay, okay. But only cause I really love you." He sang.

He dove into your soaked core licking a stripe down the middle before stopping to suck on your clit. He removed one arm from around your thigh and inserted two fingers into you.

"So wet for me sweetheart, and so ducking beautiful." He groaned into you the vibrations of his low voice sending you further towards your orgasm.
"Always Dean and just for you." You spoke back.

He continued to eat you out slowly and carefully so sure about his every move. You squirmed wishing your hands were in his hair pulling his face further into you.

"Oh god Dean I'm gonna-" Before you could finish your sentence you came. He gave you one final lick and looked up at you.

"No more Captain and Tennille please y/n." He said.
"Never again if you promise more of this is in my future." You said.
"God I hope so." He said as he moved to uncuff you.

He returned the cuffs to the drawer and came back to the bed not so graciously laying on top of you.  He covered the both of you with his blanket and the two of you laid there for a while as you stroked his hair and talked about what good music is anyways.