switchsupremacy

[switchsupremacy]

do more than just say it!

content warning! sub dean winchester, dom amab reader, infidelity, reader's mean in the sickly sweet kinda way, dacryphilia if you squint, missionary, dean might be a bit ooc.

maybe you're a little mean. just maybe -- its a thought that crosses your mind as you look over your boy. on his back, nearly melting into the mattress. he's flushed from his ears down to his chest, looking up at you with lidded eyes. and there's nothing wrong with being mean, right? not when the pretty boy underneath you is just the picture of sin. you can't help but to tease. it's only right. the tip of your cock rests at his hole, nearly dripping with the amounts of lube you used.

dean's eyes are wet, filled with big tears that threaten to drop. "just put it in already." he grits, attempting to shift his hops down to get even half an inch in his desperate hole. "that's why you're here isn't it? it's why you keep coming back.. he can't fill you up like i can, hm?" you hum, grinning when he shivers. he takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, looking up at you through his lashes. his legs are crossed around your waist, with your hands holding his thighs against you. you could feel the subtle tremors, nerves that burned alive through his skin.

your bedroom is humid. warmth and moisture mixes and swirls in the air as the tension rises. "you still need me. still need me to make you feel good.. need me to please you.. he isn't doing his job, huh sweetheart?" you ask, rubbing your tip up and down his hole. he whimpers, closing his eyes and attempting to rut his hips into the feeling. "i wanna hear you say it, honey. tell me how much you still crave me." you grunt, pushing only the head into his tight heat.

dean gasps, a choked sound that comes from somewhere deep within his throat. "say it." you persist, leaning down to cage him in, with your forearms on either side of his head. you're close enough that you could feel the soft breaths coming from his parted lips. "i still need you." he whines. "s-still need you to make me feel good." he frowns and chews on his lip again. "It's okay baby, i'm gonna give you exactly what you need." you didn't even finish your sentence before you were pushing into dean with a groan. burying yourself to the hilt.

dean moans out loud. the tears that previously gathered at his waterline fell with seemingly no end. fat tears soaking his blush stained cheeks. his arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you nearly impossibly closer. "i'm gonna give you what you need, love." you whisper to him as if it were a shameful confession. he nods dumbly, clenching down tight on your cock. "'s been so long honey, it must feel like im tearing you apart." you coo, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. "in the best way possible," he stutters, shivering against you.

"it's okay, sweet thing. 'm gonna ruin you and send you back to him." you promise with an immediate snap of your hips. he nearly squeals. you fuck into him, unforgiving with the way you press so deep into him. he chants your name, over and over into your ear, as if its a prayer. your cock nails his prostate with professional precision, pushing weak little noises out of his body. you feel his cock between both of your stomachs, spurting out precum and making a sticky mess.

"f-fuck, haah.. i'm close, so clo-ose!" he whines, stubby nails finding purchase along your back, raking up and down. "poor thing, so sensitive. your boyfriend should be ashamed." you tease, reaching down between the both of you to find his cock, pumping him slowly. he starts begging, choking on his own sounds.

"who's the only one that can make you feel this way baby?" you ask, gritting your teeth as he clenches around you nearly impossibly tighter. he all but wails, cock twitching in your hold. "you!" he sobs, digging his fingers into your back as you fuck into him harder. "cum for me and fucking prove it."

[switchsupremacy]

pretty princess!

content warning! dominant gender neutral reader, sub male character, feminization, use of pet names, cum play if you squint, fingering (m receiving, met n messy style), mirror sex.

imagine your faves xoxo.

“you’re so fucking m-mean.” he sneers, head falling back against your shoulder. you have him on cool, hard-wood floors. positioned in your lap in front of your full-length mirror. his body twitches and trembles in your grasp, suffering through the onslaught of pleasure. your fingers are unforgiving as they stretch out his tight hole. his long-forgotten cock weeps precum against his tummy as you toy with him. his legs are spread and perched up above yours, giving you view and access to his privates. you only hum in response to his wail.

"i just like to toy with you honey, how's that mean?" you question, tone sickly sweet; juxtaposing the way your fingers bully their way into him. shallow pumps of your digits that press against his prostate with every drag. the slip is easy.. too easy. lube drips from his hole onto the wood, way too much was used. it wasn't an issue -- you liked it messy. liked seeing how sloppy your pretty fella could get.

the incessant schlop and squelch of your fingers has you grinning, nearly drunk off arousal. you vocalize your thoughts - "it's so messy," you breathe, groaning out a rumble from the back of your throat. "wet like a fuckin' girl f'me."

"oh my god--" he gasps, hole quivering around your fingers and tightening like a vice. "oh you liked that." you grin against his neck, kissing and softly sucking marks onto the bare skin. you slow down your attack on his prostate, settling for slower, deeper thrusts with your fingers. the squelch somehow sounds messier this way, piercing the air with the noise.

"you like being my messy little girl, don't you baby?"

he huffs at your teasing, glaring at you through the reflection of the mirror. your smile widens and you pick of the pace of your fingers. your other hand comes up to wrap around his throat, not truly choking him, but holding him in place. he keens at the touch "I need an answer, love. i can feel you gettin' close.. there's no way you think i'm gonna let you come and you can't even answer me.." you hum in his ear, the sultry timbre of your voice rumbles through him like a wave.

"i like it." he says finally, gasping out. "i like being your m-messy.. girl." he whispers, the last part a low whine. you're happy with the admission, staring at him through the reflection. "that wasn't so hard, was it, sweet thing?"

you go back to the unforgiving pace you'd began with. the sudden movement makes him whine as his chest heaves. "c'mon honey. i wanna see this messy little cunt cum fa' me."

curses fly from his mouth like prayers. his body falls limp as he melts into you, wracked with little tremors. he can't even warn you that he's close because the snap happens so abruptly. he tenses and his back arches as much as it could in your restricting grasp. his choked moans sound nearly angelic as he falls apart in your hold. he cums so beautifully, making a mess of his stomach and bucking his hips sporadically.

"attagirl honey, jus' like that." you chew your lip, watching his orgasm wrack his body in the reflection of the mirror. he whines, a sound deep from within his chest, and you take it as a sign to pull your fingers out.

you reach up to smear the mess of cum along his stomach, "my messy, pretty girl."

[switchsupremacy]

welcome to switchsupremacy

ak - 18yo - anypronouns - blk

disclaimer! this is a black-ran blog.. when i write, all my works have a black reader in mind but anyone can read and enjoy! dom and sub readers + male, fem, and gn.

notes! i write for ambiguous characters and multiple fandoms ex. the mcu, samcro, supernatural, etc. i don't take requests but feel free to interact, dm or send dirty thoughts about characters! im friendly, i promise xoxo.

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