supern4turelle

[supern4turelle]

𓍯𓂃 𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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[supern4turelle]

dean gets angry with reader after a case (+18, mdni)

warnings/tags: smut, power play, older season dean 😩, angry dean (ish), p in v, oral & fingering (f rec), using a tie to tie up reader's hands, orgasm denial, fluff at the end! overuse of good girl (im sorry)

you gaze out of the impala, silence and tension eating through the thick air between the three of you – sam occasionally chirping in with potential cases to be found within a few miles.

reaching the motel, dean slams the door of his baby shut – causing you and sam to stare wide eyed at each other. you rolled your eyes subtly after, irritation bubbling beneath the surface at your boyfriend’s overreaction — all while he refuses to communicate.

“catch you guys later, gonna grab some grub. and yes, dean, i’ll bring back some pie,” sam waved, expecting dean to play along, only to be met with a grunt from said man. sam mouths good luck to you before jogging off toward the diner a few doors down.

you catch up to your boyfriend, walking in after him into the shared motel room. he shrugs off the cheap suit jacket worn during today’s case, and tugs off the top of his tie frustratingly.

“what. the hell. were you thinking?” he snaps, turning towards you – face decorated with a deep frown, green eyes dark and drilling into you with a swarm of mixed emotions.

backtracking a little – you three met with another success in today's case, and you feel awfully proud that you’ve managed to bait yourself out to the vampire. though you were…struck down momentarily, you guys managed to kill off the whole pack.

“what dean? it was our only option at the point of time,” you shrugged, feeling defensive – wanting to get some sort of approval from him, not as a boyfriend but as a hunter you looked up to.

“it most definitely was not, i– i can’t believe you, y/n,” he grumbled, white shirt all crumpled from his exaggerated movements, rubbing his hands all over his face, across his stubble. his jaw ticked, and his eyes burned with frustration, anger, and something deeper — worry.

“this is the job, isn’t it?” you murmur, sinking onto the mattress, the weight of tension pulling you down. you hated seeing dean all angry at you – albeit it due to him being worried.

dean sensed your apprehension, and slowly trudged over towards you, tall frame towering over you.

“can you imagine how i felt? when i had to hold your limp body – baby i swear to God,” his frame now swell and pumped full of anger, top few buttons coming undone, tie holding on for dear life.

you push away the distracting thoughts, “i’m..i’m sorry – shoulda been more careful,” you swallow a lump down your throat, rubbing your thighs together subconsciously.

dean pauses, breath hitching slightly as his eyes flick down — just for a second — catching the way your thighs press together. his jaw tightens again, but this time it’s not just from anger. there’s a flicker of realization in his gaze, as if he’s just registered the shift in the air.

he scoffs and a smirk graces his face – he glances to the side, before looking at you.

“you are one little brat aren’t you. i’m over here telling you off – being angry at you and all you can think about is being turned on?” a dark edge curling into his voice, holding an extra lilt of tease, raspiness scratching ever so slightly at the back of his throat.

you exhale a soft, breathy laugh, heat blooming across your cheeks as your lips curl into a mischievous grin. “can’t help it when you look absolutely ravishing right now babe,” you cross your legs, leaning back to let your gaze roam over him with zero shame.

“you little minx,” his eyes remain locked on you with a challenging gaze. “that’s no way to get out of trouble,” he shakes his head in disbelief, tie now loose in his hands, and you seem to get a whiff of where this is going.

“hands baby,”

you hold up your hands towards him a little too eagerly, letting him tie a good solid knot around your wrists.

“look at you, so excited,” he tuts at you in a derogatory manner, “this is you getting in trouble baby,”

pushing you down on the mattress, he hovers over you, keeping your tethered wrists above your head before latching his hot and angry lips all over your jaw and neck, and finding his way back to the lips he loves so much.

moaning into the kiss, he rides your shirt up, skilfully unlatching your bra before groaning into the valley of your tits.

“fuckin’ love your tits. love everything ‘bout you. my pretty baby,”

you whine, thrashing around the bed when you feel his tongue flicking on your nipple, fingers tugging harshly onto the other. your knee hikes up towards his crotch, in an urgency to feel him.

he pushes it away, “uh uh baby,” and instead removes your pants, peppering wet kisses along your tummy and hips while doing so. blowing a puff of air directly on your soaked panties, you twitch when you feel the sensation creep up from your cunt.

palms sliding up your thighs slowly, he keeps them open with maddening control. his voice low, thick with command. “keep your legs open, sweetheart. you’re not getting out of this.” pulling down your panties roughly with a grunt, he goes straight into your glistening cunt calling out to him.

he takes one big obscene slurp up your cunt, stopping at your clit, twirling it around with the tip of his tongue. closing his eyes, he savours the moment, sucking in the bundle of nerves and gently tugging on it with his teeth.

“god, deaaan,” you drag out his name in a moan, clenching your thighs around him. he groans at the way your cunt pulses and gushes out juices, and inserts his fingers in – and it slides in so smoothly.

he continues to suck and draw tight circles on your clit with his tongue as his fingers work in tandem non-stop, massaging your soft walls – loving the way it sucks his fingers in.

you cry out at the way he hits your sweet spot, fingers stilling and knuckles curling to just stimulate that one gummy wall. “fuck – don’t stop don’t stop,” your voice cracks, body heated up and chasing that high.

he savours your unraveling – and with one suck of your engorged clit, he pulls away and you throw your head back in frustration. you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes unknowingly, having that sweet sensation snatched away from you.

“you don’t get to come yet,” he growls, voice like gravel soaked in honey. “not until i allow you to do so.”

you writhe beneath him, aching, your thighs twitching from the denial. his eyes drink you in — flushed, desperate, wrecked from his mouth alone.

he repeats the cycle of working you the edge more times than you can count, only to pull back time after time, and you feel like you’re losing your mind.

“you think you can just act out, distract me when i’m mad, and get away with it?” he leans in, lips brushing your inner thigh, voice low and dangerous.

“you wanted this didn’t you sweetheart?” he raises an eyebrow and you nodded fervently, crying out.

“beg,” he says simply, gaze flicking up to meet yours — full of heat and command. “gotta show me how much you want it baby,”

you swallow hard, “please,” you whisper, voice cracking. “dean… please, i need you.”

he tilts his head slightly, licking his lips like he’s tasting your desperation. “hmm,” he says, crawling back up your body, mouth brushing your ear now. “say you’ll be a good girl – say you’ll take it however i give it.”

you nod, breathless. “i will. God i’ll be good. please, dean…”

his lips curl against your skin. “good,” he murmurs. he moves to your side, kneeling beside you to unbutton his shirt and remove his slacks. you watch as his cock stands angrily out of his boxers, his gaze never leaving you, you watch as he pumps his cock, precum leaking profusely through his red and swell tip.

hovering over you, he drags his tip across your cunt, coating his length with more of your juices, before entering you with a sudden jerk.

he groans, “pretty cunt hugging me so fuckin’ perfect baby, feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he furrows his brows, batting his green eyes down at you.

your eyes roll back as he starts to move, moaning out his name like a mantra. he rocks his hips into you angrily, and you drool at the way his big frame towers over you, his shoulders and biceps looking so scratchable, you fight the knot holding your hands above.

his hands switch between playing with your tits and occasionally having a choke hold on your neck. and your mind blanks, feeling your whole being consumed by him and all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel.

“mm sweetheart, don’t got a thing in that pretty little head of yours do you,”

he never slows his pace, and soon you’re clenching tighter around him, cunt pulsing and sucking him in ways he can’t describe. he reaches a hand out towards your clit, rubbing messy and wet circles with his rough thumb pad – friction making you cry out.

“fuck–” your breath hitched, “wanna cum dean,” you arch your back, thighs starting to shake. he grabs onto one of your thighs and hangs it over his shoulders, new angle making you see the pearly gates of heaven a little too soon.

“yeah? can feel you clenchin’ me so fuckin’ tight baby,” he groans, “hold on for me baby, not yet,”

your palms hurt from your nails digging into it too long, “can’t–can’t” and he fake coos in between breaths – “my good girl, holding on so good, being so good to me – fuck,” and you go dizzy at his words.

he leans down for the final push, hands rubbing your clit in a more hasty manner, “fuck – cum for me baby, need to feel you cum around me,” and you snap, head going empty as you feel hot flashes throughout your body, before you jerk forward, with spurts of liquid shooting out of you, and you feel a long coil of rope unravel out your lower abdomen as you continue jerking.

dean groans, “fuuuck baby – that’s it that’s it, that’s a good girl hm? squirting for me,” he moans at the sight, and he joins you soon after, spurting a load of hot and thick cum inside you.

“yeah that’s my girl – taking everything i give you like a good girl huh,” he calls out your name as he releases inside you.

you moan lightly at the full feeling inside your cunt, feeling tingly at the feeling of having your boyfriend’s cum leaking out of you.

he sighs, peppering kisses along your jaw before untying the knot on your hands – pressing a long kiss onto your wrists.

“so good for me baby… i mean it…you mean the world to me.” his voice deeply and gravely, but holding genuinity behind every word. “can’t ever bear to see you get hurt sweetheart – can you promise me to not put yourself in danger like that ever again?” he buries his head between your nape, whispering.

you hold up his face, caressing his stubble lightly, “i’m sorry dean – i know – i, i won’t do stupid shit like that again,” you sigh – savouring this moment of dean being vulnerable with you. only ever with you.

“can’t ever lose you baby,”

“me too,”

a few knocks interrupted your moment with dean, and when he comes back from the front door, he chuckles and shows you what he's brought in.

a takeaway bag and a box of pie, a piece of paper along with it with a messy note scribbled on top:

now that you guys have made up, enjoy ur dinner and pie xx

you bury your face into the pillow while dean laughs, "dinner then round 2?"

A/N: thank you for reading this lil piece! hope you guys liked it, and feel free to comment/reblog if u enjoyed reading this <3 mad dean gets me in a certain way.. wld volunteer to be the subject of his relief any day any time! 🧎‍♀️

[supern4turelle]

older boyfriend!dean x reader (mdni, +18)

warnings/tags: sweet dean! fluff! ure his soft spot <3, age gap, smut, oral (f & m rec), p in v, unprotected, dom!dean, cumplay, a lot of dirty talking!

older boyfriend!dean who's extra protective of you. if you think he's over protective of his little brother, oh boy. you're his baby, and he'll never let anything happen to you.

older boyfriend!dean who tries to include you in cases/missions even if he doesn't allow you to hunt with them. he knows you like to feel part of it so — you help with other things be it researching, etc.

older boyfriend!dean who still teaches you how to load up & fire different types of guns for safety purposes, and to learn how to defend yourself in situations he hopes will never happen.

older boyfriend!dean who only ever sets his eyes on you. ever since he saw you, other women were practically non-existent; invisible. it's got sam shocked every time a gorgeous woman interacts with them and dean is genuinely nonchalant.

older boyfriend!dean who sits through your fave films with you, lets you take aux when taking a road trip. (which does not sit well with sam) & he's in love with the way you talk about things you love!!!

older boyfriend!dean who's sure you're the only definition of an angel. the realest ever than all those he's ever met. he can't help but gawk at you with adoration and awe every time he's with you.

"dean! look at the road!" you yell out at your boyfriend driving.

instead of looking front he's too busy being captivated by the way the sun casts light onto your face in the impala.

he just laughs, hands reaching up from your thigh to caress your cheek to your chin.

"can't help it baby, s'too hard to focus on driving with you beside me,"

older boyfriend!dean who hates sappy shit but hell, he'd do anything you ask him to. moments where he used to cringe at; he finds himself happy to be going through with you.

you wanna put couple plushies to decorate the impala? done!

you wanna have his and hers toothbrush? done!

you wanna talk about wedding plans? he's got the meal course plan and honeymoon planned down to the T. so sure that he wants to spend forever with you.

older boyfriend!dean is tough on people around him, but he could never raise his voice at you & could never stay mad at you. you're the only person at the receiving end of his soft side.

"dean; stop raising your voice at him, you're scaring me too," you raise your eyebrows, cheeks puffing out.

dean looks over, hands rubbing frustratingly over his stubble.

"baby, you're supposed to be on my side!" he pouts, and sam is bewildered.

older boyfriend!dean who learns how to embrace vulnerability with you. talks to you about his emotions and learns how to find ways to cope other than his trusty bottle of whiskey.

nsfw! ver

older boyfriend!dean who loves taking care of his girl in all ways he can.

older boyfriend!dean who loves going down on you. loves gripping onto your thighs as he looks up at you, gauging every bit of your reaction as he licks a stripe up your folds. groans when he gets a taste

he gets right into it, letting his tongue push through those gummy walls of yours, flicking around. tall nose of his pressing onto your swollen clit.

brings up his tongue to swirl around and play with that bud, while his fingers start to make their way into your cunt. he starts slow, pumping one finger before two.

you moan out, whining out his name as his tongue and fingers worked in tandem, your cunt gushing out juices and pulsing around his fingers.

"dean, oh my god,"

"yeah? feels good baby?" he groans. "you taste so fuckin' good, pretty cunt so tight 'round these fingers huh?"

you cry out his name til he brings you to a high, your orgasm washing over you, back arching as you clench around his fingers; eyes seeing white.

older boyfriend!dean who loves when you go down on him. holds your head down when you're on your knees. occasionally likes to hold your hair in a ponytail.

"that's my good girl. taking all of it like a goddamn champ huh?"

"yeah that's it, that's it. fuck. so pretty when you're so full of my cock,"

older boyfriend!dean who loves to have you whiny and desperate for him. he'll have you sat on his lap, fully clothed while you're naked.

"come on baby, show me how much you want it yeah?"

he plays with your tits, hands messily trying to grab on to every inch of you he can. you love to give him a show, arching your back and grinding down on his lap, friction from his pants making you cry out his name.

"how cute, i love when you're like this babe,"

you whine, "please," but he's cruel. he sits back with his arms behind him, "nah baby, i think you're doing a hell of a job — cum for me like this,"

he gives in though, rubbing your sensitive nipples while roughly playing with your tits, knowing it'll push you over the cliff.

"fuck, dean. i'm there i'm there — i'm gonna cum, gonna cum for you," you cry out, voice cracking while at a higher pitch before you scream out his name, cunt pulsing as a gracious amount of juices pump out.

"that's a good girl. look at you — so pretty and capable hm?"

older boyfriend!dean who loves when you take charge occasionally too.

you always take the opportunity to tease him, having him under you as you slowly unbutton his shirt, nails playing around with his chest and abdomen. all while your hips start to slowly rock against his groin.

when his hands approach, you take his wrists and slam it above him. "no touching, baby," you smirk, knowing how obedient he is when he wants to be.

he bites his lip, nodding as he lays back, letting you continue. his eyes hazy and hooded as he watches you take off his pants, teasing around his leaking slit and licking around the red and swollen tip.

"let me — let me fuck you baby — need to touch you, feel you," he groans, "fuck" you suck harshly, hands squeezing his balls lightly.

"we go at my pace today baby,"

older boyfriend!dean loves using the mirror. be it the standing mirror at the corner of your room or the in the toilet.

in the comfort of your room, he has you on your knees, hands clutching onto the sheets while your back is arched so prettily for him. he loves to look at the way your face scrunches when he smacks your ass while inching his huge cock inside of you.

he moans, "pretty cunt takes me in so fucking good," he stares at you through the mirror, increasing his pace. enjoying how fucked up you look as he pumps his cock in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

when he's feeling needy, he'll take you on the toilet's counter. one hand bruising your hip as he inserts his cock from behind, the other across your shoulder to hold you in place. his eyes never leaving yours the whole time as he whispers filthy words in your ear.

"looking so pretty out there i just had to remind you who you belong to,"

"yeah you feel that? that's me marking you up as mine baby," he groans

"wanna be loud and let 'em hear? hm? naughty girl, you want all of 'em to know who's making you cry?"

"gonna cum a thick fucking load into you, and you're gonna keep it in yeah? tuck it in with that panty of yours and walk around the whole day with it — fuck — inside you,"

"and when we're back home i'm gonna fuck it in more deeply inside of you — fuck baby you like that huh, clenching me so fucking tight,"

"cum with me, come on baby, cum,"

older boyfriend!dean who pushes his cum back into your slippery cunt, making you spend the whole day with soaked panties and feeling smug that his cum stench is probably following you every where you go, marking you up.

A/N: hope you guys liked this first piece of work i've put out! will be working on the other requests now too! feel free to like/comment or reblog if you liked it ⭐️ sending love n kisses 🫧

[supern4turelle]

hello world! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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