supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader: demon

Working at a dive bar of a route only traveled by shifty men and truckers had proven to be a job only suited for someone of your experience in a less than loving household. You knew when a man was going to swing and when they were going to grab. It was a night like any other when two men bursts through the front doors of the bar. A shorter man in a suit and a tall hood looking man who looked like something out of a men's magazine.

You were walking around serving patrons with a tray of beer when they walked past you the taller one running into you hard, knocking the tray of beer bottles out of your hand and onto the floor.

"God watch where your going dude!" You said.
"What'd you say?" He said eyeing you as the shorter man eyed him scoffing and walking away.
"You made me drop my tray jackass." You said standing your ground. "And you can't even apologize."  He scanned you pausing for a moment at your cleavage visible through your small white tank top.
"Okay, bitch, how about you open me a tab and put these beers on it." He said.
"Did you just call me a bitch?" You said.
"Oh I'm sorry didn't catch your name." He replied.
"Y/n." You said.
"Okay, Y/n, open me and my friend over there a fucking tab and put these fucking beers on them." He said.

You couldn't even respond you just bend down to clean up the mess stacking pieces of broken class on the tray. When you were almost done you picked one more piece up and sliced your hand.

"Fuck." You muttered. Then you realized the tall man still standing over you. You rushed behind the bar throwing the tray down and walked outside through the back door with a rag. As your examined your hand you heard the door open.

"Hey baby I think we got off on the wrong foot." The tall man said. "I'm Dean, I'd shake your hand but-"
"Are you always this much of an asshole Dean?" You said.
"Just lately really." He replied.
"Oh great met you on the right night." You replied. He walked closer and grabbed your hand examining it. In your line of work you knew bad from good and he was bad, but in a way that excited you.

"You don't need stitches." He said.
"Thanks." You replied.
"I think I know what you do need though." He continued.
"Yeah and what is that?" You said. He walked closer to you placing a hand on either side of your waist. Before you could respond he turned you around bending you over the railing of the back ramp of the bar. He pulled down your jean shorts and ran his hand up through your heat.
"I knew you wanted me I can feel how wet I made you. Tell me how bad you want me." He said. Though it sounded more like a command you were more than happy to oblige.
"I want you Dean." With that he was pulling his pants and boxers in and with no warning he shoved himself into you.

He was pumping at an unbearable pace and you were practically screaming. He continued on one hand on your hip the other on your back as he fucked you into next week. You felt the knot in your stomach about to burst and you came around him.

"That's a good slut." He said.
"Now turn around and get on your knees." You did what he said and before you knew it his overtly large member was in your mouth hitting the back of your throat surely leaving bruises. Tears streamed down your face as you gagged on his cock and within minuets he came into your mouth. You swallowed and looked up at him just as it had began it had ended and he was pulling his boxers and jeans back up as you scrambled to find your shorts and underwear around your ankles. Once you were dressed he turned to go back into the building. He turned around and looked at you.

"Thanks for the quickie." He said. Then he blinked and his eyes went black. With a wink he walked back into the bar leaving you in disbelief at what just happened and what you just saw.