Believe us yet?
Pairing : Winchesters x Plussize!Reader. Word count : 1,507 Warning : Smut. Threesome M/F/M Request originally filled on crowleysplaythings. Request : @sea040561. I’m making a request for a BBW reader (250lbs+) who is taken by surprised when Sam & Dean tag team her wanting to show her that she is sexy, sensual, and worth making love to. They also reveal they are in love with her and need her in their lives.
A/N : I hope you dig this, it’s what came to mind. I’m 250lbs+ myself, so there’s a touch of me in there. (The uneasiness about being on top for example.)
“Do you believe us yet?” Came Dean’s voice from behind you. His lips brushing over your shoulder.
“No..” You shook your head.
He chuckled softly. “You’re just saying that so we don’t stop. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We ain’t stopping anytime soon.” You moaned, nails digging into Sam’s shoulder underneath you.
How you managed to grab the Winchesters attention, you’d never know. Sure you took care of yourself, and dressed nice, but you were big. 260lbs big. And not exactly tall enough to stretch that weight out nicely. It sat in all the weird places, but you lived with it. You had confidence… to an extent.
You ran a hunters bar. When roadhouse burned down, hunters had nowhere to go, so you opened your doors. When Bobby Singer died, and then Garth went off the map, your services expanded to secretary.
Sober, hunters were friendly enough. Drunk, they got friendlier. The bar was how you had met Sam and Dean. It was probably why they kept coming back for years. Dean would walk in, big dumb grin on his face, and put his arm around your shoulder and ask “How’s your day going, Princess? Better now that I’m here?” just to hear you laugh. Sam would come strolling in behind him, shaking his head.
Your bar wasn’t too far from a city, and just outside of a town, so you got plenty of girls flowing in. And the occasional asshole, but they were easy enough to throw out. The girls, however, you had to ignore and deal with. The hunters loved them. Especially Dean.
You sighed, watching him walk off with one, sending you a wink as he headed into the back towards the stairs that led up to the living space upstairs from the bar. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” You looked to Sam and handed him his beer.
“That you’re interested.”
“Why would I do that? He’s obviously not.” You glanced towards the girl he was with, the kind of girl he was always with. The kind of girl you aren’t.
“We both are.” Sam said softly, his eyes focused on yours as they shifted back to him. You burst out laughing, and his soft smile faded. “What’s so funny?”
And suddenly, just like that, Dean’s attention shifted to you. They visit more often, more compliments when they did. You brushed it all off, until you couldn’t anymore. “Am I not your type or something?”
“You’re every ones type.” You told him without stopping your cleaning.
“Apparently not.. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”
“You had it years ago, Dean.” You moved to the next table and started to wipe it down.
“What?” He followed you. “Then why not now?”
You shrugged. “I’m not your type.”
“Why the hell would you say that?”
You finally turned, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve seen what you walk out of here with. Trust me, I’m not that. Even a blind guy could see the difference.” You chuckled before going back to the table and moving on to the next one.
“I tried to tell her.” Came Sam’s voice from the back room door. “She laughed in my face. She doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t believe it.”
“See or believe what?” You grabbed some empty beer bottles that had been left behind and headed for the bar.
“How sexy you are.” Dean grinned.
“Oh, I know I’m sexy.” You smiled, emptying the dregs of the bottles into the sink. “I’m just not Winchester material, and I accept that.” You shrugged. “I accepted that a long ass time ago, boys.” You turned to them. “It’s no big deal. I get my share of attention when it walks in that door.” To be honest, you had been turning that away for a while now. You wanted love for a lifetime, not for a drunken night and a morning with regrets. And they knew it.
You didn’t see the look that passed between them because you turned back to the bar, but you heard Sam again. “I tried to tell her..”
You felt one of them come up behind you, when you saw the hands grip the sink on either side of you, you knew it was Dean. He was up against you, and you felt his member twitch against your lower back. “You are Winchester material, sweetheart.” his breath was hot against your ear. “Do you believe us now?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to show her, Sammy.”
“I guess we will.” You turned your head, and saw Sam smile as Dean kissed the back of your neck.
They took their time undressing you once they had you in your bedroom upstairs. You tried to hide yourself, you didn’t want them to regret this, regret you. Sam would shake his head and kiss you softly, moving your arms away so they could continue.
Then, they worshiped your body, every inch of it. their hands, lips, they were everywhere. They barely even let you move, let alone return the favor. Your eyes closed with a soft whine and you felt them smile against you.
After they had you wriggling, and all but begging, Sam moved to the bed and motioned for you to get on him. You shook your head. “Come on.”
“Sam, I… I don’t..” You shook your head again. “I’m too big, Sam. I don’t ride. Ever.”
He leaned over, grabbing your hand and pulled you over him. You chewed your lip as you ended up straddling his lap. “You’re not too big.” He cupped your face. “Trust me.” You let your eyes close as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You moaned into it as you felt him line up, his hips starting slow.
Dean left, and came back a minute later. You felt the bed dip as he came up behind you, pushing gently between your shoulder blades so you would lean more forward as Sam laid back. You whimpered when a lubed finger started to work your ass open. And then a second had you begging.
“Do you believe us now? That you’re perfect for us?” He nosed at your shoulder blade as he lined up.
“No.”
“You will.” He answered, pushing in, and you cried out.
“I can’t…” Your forehead was on Sam’s shoulder, your arms crying out in pain. You couldn’t hold yourself up much longer.
“Relax, I’ve got you.” Sam’s hands were on your ribs, holding you where you were. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Your arms almost gave out before you went down on your forearms. Your hands going under Sam to grip his shoulders. “Better?” You nodded. His fingers dug in as he picked up his rhythm again.
Your nails dug into him, you’ve never had two men before, especially not like this. You felt like you would burst at any moment. They were going slow, and gentle, and it was driving you insane. “Please…” Your voice trailed off before you could ask for it faster, harder, anything more than this.
You had collapsed, making Sam laugh. As soon as Dean was out of the way, he had rolled you both over before pulling out. Dean had left the room again, not that you had noticed, and came back with wet wash cloths. He tossed one to Sam, and used the other to clean you up before cleaning himself.
By the time he crawled back into bed with you, you had your head on Sam’s chest, so he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “Believe us now?” He mumbled into your hair making you chuckled.
“What am I supposed to be believing, exactly?” You yawned.
“That you’re worth more than just a drunk fuck with some lowlife hunter.” You laughed. “What?”
“Isn’t that your entire repertoire though?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how right you were.
“Hey, I’m a badass hunter, okay?” He nuzzled into the back of your neck.
“I think what Dean was trying to say, was that you’re worthy of more. You’re worthy of love.”
“Well, when it comes along, I’ll believe it. I promise.”
Dean sighed. “She still doesn’t see it…”
“I just-”
“We love you.” You glanced up at Sam. “Why do you think we’re always here? We have a home, you know. But we come here. We love you. We’ve been waiting for you to see it. Believe it.”
“What…”
“We need you in our lives. Everyone we get to close to dies.. We wanted you alive, and safe, but.. We love you, and we need you.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do you see it yet?”
You could see the love in Sam’s eyes as he looked down at you. You nodded. “About fucking time.” Dean rolled you away from Sam, a big grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. “What he said.” He smiled, and you could see the love in his eyes too.
You chuckled. “Love you too, boys.”
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