Request: Could you do a one-shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and Dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So Dean shows the reader who she belongs to in the bedroom.
Warnings: SMMUUTTTT!!! LOL, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom! Dean, a hint of breading kink, biting, daddy! kink, a hint of praise kink, rough sex, jealous! Dean (yep he has a warning lol.) language. a little bit of edging, orgasm denial. I think that’s about it.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (friends)
Word Count: 22267Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TkTp4Njsq
“Looks like we’re going to get another 8 to 10 inches by nightfall,” Sam announces as he flops down at the table in the kitchen of the bunker you have been calling home for the last two years. “So it looks like we’re going to be stuck here a little longer, all the roads are closed going in and out of town, and the DOTD says just about everything is not passable.”
“Great! More time indoors! Just what I wanted to hear! Did I mention how much I HATE winter?” you complained as you sit down a cup of coffee in front of Sam, and took a seat across from him with your own.
Dean was leaning up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Looking at the two of you silently. He’d about reach the end of his rope with sitting inside and doing nothing. Dean was used to hunting, and if this snow blast didn’t clear out of here soon, and he wasn’t able to blow off some steam by chopping the head off of some freak he was going to eat the business end of his favorite pistol.
“Well we could use the time to go through some of those old documents in the file room, or we can lay up all day long and watch crap TV, up to you.” Sam suggested, and while you normally didn’t’ mind research, today you just weren’t into it.
“I vote for crap TV,” you said.
You could almost feel Dean’s eyes boring into the back of your head.
“What’s up Dean?” Sam asked his brother, noticing his change in demeanor, and the murderous look he was giving the two of you currently.
“Nothing. I’m just going to go work on Baby,” he mumbled, slamming his coffee cup down into the sink and stalking out of the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with him?” Sam asked, and you just shrugged it off.
“No Idea. Cabin fever maybe?” you suggest, knowing damn well that wasn’t the problem.
See you and Sam were best friends and had been since the day you’d meet the Winchester brothers. You just clicked. You both loved research and were a bit nerdy if you were being honest.
Dean on the other hand, well, you and Dean were something else altogether.
For the last few months, you and Dean had been secretly in a relationship that started after you fell in bed with each other on a particularly bad hunt where you lost a child that drowned in a bathtub before Dean or yourself could stop that particular nasty poltergeist.
You’d both walked away a little shook up from that hunt, and when you got back to the motel room and Sammy went out to get food Dean had confessed his feelings for you, which ended up with the two of you in the bed, then the shower, then in the backseat of Baby later that night while Sammy was in the room sound asleep.
Dean always was a little bit of a jealous type, and your decision to keep this a secret for a little while so that you didn’t have a giant Chuck sized target on your back until this war with him was all sorted out had been anything but easy for Dean.
Lately, he seemed to be getting more and more uneasy about the platonic friendship with Sam, as much as he’d been trying not to show it. Still, you weren’t going to blow your friend off because your boyfriend was in a mood.
So for the rest of the day, Sam and yourself watched crap TV and ate junk food. Dean stayed hidden in the garage with his car, he didn’t come in for lunch and when he came in for dinner all he did was glare at you.
After dinner, you were standing at the sink washing dishes when Sam came up, gave you a hug, and told you he was turning in for the night. You told him good night and thought you were alone.
Until you felt Dean press himself into you from behind and grab your hair with his free hand, while the other wrapped around your middle and held you to him as tight as he could.
As soon as you felt him against you it’s like something shot straight to your core, and you wanted nothing more than to have him take you right there over the island in the kitchen, but that would be too risky.
“You, me, bedroom, 15 minutes,” he husked in your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting through your body.
You had to bite down on your lips to stop the moan from escaping you that almost slipped past your defenses.
“Yes sir,” you mumbled, and he released you, stalking off towards the shower to clean up from the day.
Quickly as you could with anticipation pumping through you like electricity, you hurriedly finished the dishes and all but ran to Dean’s room. Slipping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.
You didn’t even know he was in there in the dark until he slammed his body into yours, pressing your face first against the door, one hand wrapping back up in your hair, and the other slipping inside the waistband of your leggings and underwear, running his fingers lightly over your slick folds, but avoiding where you wanted him the most.
His mouth attacking your neck and the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving deep purple bruises and bite marks as he went. You knew you’d never be able to cover those up, but also didn’t care.
“Dean,” you whined, pressing your ass into his already fully erected cock, taking note that he was completely naked.
You were answered with a deep growl in the back of his throat and a tightening grip on your hair as he spun you around to face him, his eyes almost glowing, even in the almost completely dark room.
“You think you can just lay around on the couch with my little brother all day watching TV like you two are a thing. You’re mine, you belong to me, and by the end of the night you’re going to know it."
God if you weren’t wet before you were now.
Before you could even open your mouth and respond to him Dean’s lips found yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His hands make quick work of stripping your pants and underwear from your body, before breaking the kiss just long enough to rip your shirt off your body.
"No braY/N?” he all but growled, his teeth grazing against your neck as he picked you up by your thighs and started to rut his leaking erection through your wet folds. Your body jerking at the contact of his spongy tip with your swollen clit.
“Daddy please!”
“Shhh. Daddy has rules, and you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you? Laid all up on the couch with my little brother. I don’t fucking think so, baby girl. It’s time Sammy learns just which one of us you belong to."
Carrying you over to the bed he drops you onto the memory foam mattress, his eyes roaming your body like a prize.
"Hands and knees. Now,” he commanded you, and you scampered onto your hands and knees for him as he positioned himself behind you on the bed, The familiar clink of a belt buckle sending had your core already clenching around nothing, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
One of his big hands came down on the supple rounds of your ass, massaging the skin there and examining his blank template of flesh that was presented before him.
“Safeword,” he commanded.
“Impala.”
No sooner had the word escaped your lips when the thick leather of the belt that had just been on Dean’s body a little while ago came down hard on your ass, causing a sound that was a squeak, and a moan falls from your lips.
“Count!” he yelled at you, his deep voice sending shivers down your body.
“One”
“Two"
"Three"
"Four”
“Five”
Each slap of the belt got harder and harder. He was pushing your limits and you knew it. Your moans between counting growing louder and louder and you were sure that if Sam couldn’t hear the two of you he must be dead. Slick was literally sliding down your thigh as Dean continued to punish your ass.
“Nine"
"Ten”
Finally, he seemed to be satisfied that your as was a delicious shade of red. Running his hand over your heated skin he hummed in approval.
“Good girl,” he praised you, pressing his body against yours running his fingers through your dripping fold, pressing his index and middle finger deep inside of you while his thumb rolled over your clit at the same rhythm he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot deep down inside of you that only he could
“Look at you all wet for Daddy. Do you want Daddy to fuck that pretty little pussy, full you up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you, and down that pretty red ass? Make you mine."
He growled in your ear, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers that he had buried deep inside of you, your release so close you could taste it.
Right before you were thrown over the edge of your release he pulled himself from you completely knowing you were close, leaving you cold and shuttering on the bed, still on your hands and knees. You could hear him chuckle almost darkly as he rounded the bed pumping his thick length as he admired you.
"Dean please!” you begged him as he cocked his head to the side, watching you, his eyes lust blown, and a look that reminded you of his time as a demon on his face.
“Please what, baby girl? What do you want Daddy to do to you, all you gotta do is ask?"
You whined as he continued to work his tick length slowly keeping himself ready.
"Please Daddy, fuck me!” you whined and he was on you faster than you expected him to be. Grabbing you by your hair and maneuvering you to your back and he crawled over your body. Settling himself between your legs. His tip pressed into your waiting entrance.
“As you wish, Sweetheart,” Dean whispered before slamming into you in one quick deep thrust, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his thick girth as he pounded into you at a punishing pace. The coil tightens in your stomach quickly as he fucks you almost flat onto your stomach, his hand slipping around you, and rubbing your clit in harsh circles matching his pace.
“Dean,” you moaned, feeling your release so close that your body was shaking under him. You knew better than to cum without his permission, not when he was this dominant.
“Not yet,” he growled feeling your walls flutter around him. lowing himself down as his lips met yours, his thrust deep and slow, his whole demeanor changing as he slowly drove his cocking into your clenching walls, the tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but in the best way.
“Look at me, Sweetheart,” his voice was so soft that it threw you off guard. You looked at him and for the first time, you saw more love and softness in his eyes than you even saw.
“I love, Y/N."
For a moment you were so stunned you didn’t know what to say. Tears welling in your eyes surpassing the almost unbearable need to cum for a moment.
"I love you too, Dean."
"Let go, baby girl,” he whispered to you as his lips met yours in a tender, passionate kiss. Your walls clamp down around him and his seed spilling deep inside of you as you both feel over the edge together as your orgasms sweep through your bodies, hitting your very soul, Dean’s name a prayer on your lips as he grunted into your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, and sweat damping both of your bodies.
As soon as you both had control over your breathing Dean pulled out of you slowly, kissing you on your lips before disappearing and heading to the bathroom, coming back with a warm damp rag, and a bottle of lotion to soothe the overly red skin of your ass that was still stinging lightly, and you were pretty sure you’d not only be walking funny, but sitting funny tomorrow as well.
Once Dean was done with the aftercare he climbed back into bed and pulled you tight to his chest.
“I’m sorry I lost control like that baby, I was too rough with you tonight,” Dean mumbled, pressing a chased kiss to the top of your head.
“You weren’t too rough with me Dean. I would have used my safe word if you had been."
"I was jealous of you hanging out with Sammy all day. I can’t handle this sinking around. I don’t care who knows we’re together. I’ll deal with whatever happens, and I’ll die protecting you if I have to, but I don’t give a damn who your mine."
He tucked the covers protectively around you, pulling you even tighter against him.
"I love, Sweetheart.”
I love you too, Dean. I’m all yours.“
"Mine,” Dean mumbled. Kissing you softly. “And I’m all yours.”
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