#superntural fanfic

Hey@impala-dreamer​ enjoy some smuts :) 

Rating: Explicit!!!!
Word Count: uhhhh 470 :)
Tags: Smut, Sex Slave, Bondage, Blindfold, Multiple Orgasms

With Sam long gone for the weekend, taking a hunt across the states with Gabriel, you and Dean have the whole bunker to yourselves. That means that it’s time to indulge yourself. The sound of the alarm had Dean throwing it against the wall before slowly slipping down the bed to settle between your legs.  

He loves to go down on you, Dean knows exactly what to do and how to use his mouth to get you to cum over and over until you can’t anymore. And he did, leaving your chest heaving as he crawled up the bed until he was curled up at your side.  

“I think… you should get the jar” you suggest, and you see Dean’s face light up as he pulls it from beneath the bed. It’s nothing special, a small jam-jar holding scraps of paper with your fantasies to act out, made specifically for times like this.  

“I do believe it’s my turn to select one too” he smiles. You smile and lightly nip at his neck as he pulls out a piece of paper. It’s pink, a sign that it’s something that you want to do.  

“What’s it say then…?” You prompt. Dean slowly unfolds the paper, reading the words three times to be sure of what he’s reading.  

“We get to put the basement to use again” he smiles, showing you it.  

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The cuffs are heavy on your wrists and ankles, holding you against the wall, with a blindfold blocking your view. Dean has already found a use for you three times, held against the wall. The sound of his boots echoing down the corridor fills you with lust again.  

This is nothing like what you had imagined when you wrote sex slave on the paper. It’s so much better. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, and Dean doesn’t seem to want to let up yet. The door squeaks open and Dean’s scent hits your nose. He lets out a husky chuckle as his jeans slowly fall to his knees. He slowly grips your thigh.  

“How are you feeling?” he asks.  

“Mmh… amazing” you murmur, slowly rolling your hips. He chuckles slightly and nips your lip as he slowly eases into you again. You let out a soft moan as Dean fills you.  

“You’re so good, (Y/N), so good to me…” he murmurs, his thumb teasing your clit as he slowly builds a rhythm in his movements, so deep and hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over,  that has you both coming hard. Dean chuckles slightly as he slowly eases out of you.

He kisses you gently as he gently cleans away the come again.  

“I’ll see you in an hour, suga’” he teases, and a moment later, you hear the heavy bootsteps walking away.