FILTHY | spn smuts/imagines

Play Time {D.W}

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: male dominance, female submission, male oral receiving, dirty talk, cursing, hair pulling kink, whipping, unprotected sex, penetration, etc.

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It hadn't been the easiest day in the world. First, you had gone on a hunt which involved decapitating a bunch of vamps. Not that you objected, but the smell of blood never seemed to leave your nose for days afterwards. Then, you had to deal with a sexually tense ride between you and the eldest Winchester. See, for the past week, you and Dean had been doing things that shouldn't be said in the presence of young children. 

It shouldn't even be said in front of adults.

Long story short, you had found out that Dean was kinky. And when you said kinky you don't mean a little spanking and hair pulling. You meant full on cuffs, whips and chains. He had a serious dominance trip that was a serious turn on. As you drove along, the Impala pushing 85 on the highway, you felt the urge to look over at Dean. His eyes focused on the road but his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You remembered the feeling those lips had on your skin and a shiver ran through you. 

"Y/N, you're staring."

"Sorry."

He chuckled as you looked flustered out the window. In a few minutes, you would be in the bunker, alone with Dean and his toys.

"Dean?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Can we play when we get home?"

His jaw tightened slightly as his grip on the steering wheel increased. He looked over at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

"We'll play all night long."

You smiled as you clenched your thighs tightly together. Just the thought of the leather on your skin and the stinging feeling of all those objects on your skin made everything tingle. And when you say everything you mean every single thing. 

Each minute that passed seemed like an eternity. When you saw the bunker in sight, your heart began to beat faster than ever before. Once the engine was cut, the two of you rushed to the door and entered the bunker.

"Sam! You here?" Dean called, bounding down the steps with you on his trail.

Silence followed his voice and you knew that you two were alone. You turned to Dean with a smile on your face.

"Can we go to the playroom, sir?"

He moved towards you, grasping your waist with both hands. A gesture that made your heart skip a beat.

"Anything for you princess."

He grabbed your hand, dragging you through the century-old Men of Letters safe house. It had been a safe haven for you ever since the Winchester's helped you on a case. You had lived on the streets, bouncing from place to place so when they asked you to stay you almost broke down in tears. This place was home.

You reached the door in a few moments, Dean pushing it open and leading you inside. At first, you thought he had walked into the wrong room. The shadows cast upon the furniture seemed almost paranormal but once the light was on you knew you were in the right place. The bed was the only thing in the room that had colour. It was a light blue with white polka dots all over, an edition that made the room a little less like Fifty Shades of Grey. Everything else in the room was black. Whips, cuffs, masks and toys were all shades.

Just the thought of all those things on you and inside you made your core heat up.

"Strip for me princess."