Distracting
Summary: Written for @roxy-davenport ‘s writing challenge based on horror movies and smut (genius idea). Enjoy!
Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x Omega!reader
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: smut
A/N: Fluffy, Alpha Demon!Dean is like a big sexy teddy bear...
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter when you walked into the library. You knew Dean had been on a horror movie kick lately, popping around corners to scare you, sneaking up from behind. You hadn’t been the biggest fan of him when he turned into a demon but he’d calmed down, understood now that he could still be good. It was strange becoming friends again and then more than that but you weren’t going to deny that you got to fall in love with him twice because of all of it. Going dark side had made your man-child a bit more playful though, not that you were complaining.
“Nice chair stacking,” you said, walking into the kitchen to see Dean with pursed lips. “Was that supposed to scare me?”
“I could hear you laughing all the way in here,” said Dean, dumping a bag of popcorn in a bowl.
“I’m guessing we’re watching Poltergeist?” you asked, stealing a piece of hot food from the bowl.
“Yes sweetheart,” said Dean, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Better question, is that my shirt?” You glanced down at the black tee you wore over your flannel pants.
“It’s comfy. Smells like you,” you said, a slight heat rushing to your cheeks.
“You like me or something Y/N?” asked Dean, spinning you around and lifting you up so his hands were under his thighs. He bent down so you could grab the bowl and carry it behind his back, your other arm wrapped around his shoulders to hold on.
“Me like Dean Winchester? What could have ever given you that idea?” you said back. Dean smirked as one of his hands moved to under your ass where he gave a light squeeze. “Bad boy.”
“You like when I’m a bad boy,” said Dean, setting you down on the bed after a fast trip down the hall. You raised an eyebrow and sat the bowl to the side while he turned and set up the movie.
“I do enjoy that,” you said, a wicked smile on your lips. “Let’s see if you can be good for once.”
“What’s that supposed to mean sweetheart?” asked Dean, turning around to see your pants on the floor. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“No bra either hot shot,” you said with a wink. “You get through this movie without any inappropriate touching well, I might just have to reward you.”
“But I love your punishments so much,” said Dean, pressing play and climbing onto the bed. “For you, I can try. Even if you are a little cheater.”
“Now this is cheating,” you said, crawling into his lap so his legs were on either side of your own. You titled your head up to his as you moved one of his arms to wrap around your waist.
“I can cuddle you without touching you,” said Dean, plopping the bowl in your lap and wrapping his other arm around you.
“Haven’t made it through a movie yet,” you said.
“I may just surprise you, Y/N.”
Dean was making good on his promise of not touching you and you found that you were the one breaking. Truth be told, scary movies, well, scared you. Hunt a vamp, take down a ghost, clear out a witches’ coven, not a problem. Watch something fake on a screen in your home wrapped up in big strong arms. Not so much.
“Dean,” you whined. “Distract me.”
“From the movie we’re supposed to be focusing our attention on?” he asked, a rumble rippling through his chest.
“Don’t laugh. You know I...” you started.
“I know what?” asked Dean. You would have responded but he sighed as he shifted his grip on you. “You’re-You’re actually scared, aren’t you?”
“Just forget about it,” you said, turning your gaze to the floor, sure you’d find some piece of stray dust to occupy you for the next hour.
“Uh, uh,” said Dean, the movie clicking off and Dean turning you around in his lap. “I always thought the scared thing was a flirty act.”
“You like them and I like being with you. It’s silly but when you touch me then I can kind of forget what’s on the screen and just focus on you,” you said.
“It’s not silly. Okay, maybe a tiny little bit silly but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable because of me. I’m tired of watching these anyways,” said Dean, kissing your forehead. “Let’s do classic 80′s instead.”
“Dean, you being a demon-”
“You see one movie about alternate dimensions and dick spirits in a house you’ve seen them all,” said Dean, wrapping his legs around your back, holding you up against him. “Me being a demon just means I need your help at picking up on stuff like you being scared. I wish I could be better at it.”
“You’ve come a long way, baby,” you said, resting your head on his chest, scooting so you sat on his lap.
“Yes we have,” said Dean. For a few long moments you sat in silence, enjoying his warmth and scent, Dean’s face buried in the crook of your neck. He was a demon but he might have enjoyed cuddling more than the human version of Dean ever did which was saying something.
“Dean,” you mumbled against him, feeling his lips on your neck open and plant a small suckling kiss there.
“Did you not want me to distract you?” asked Dean. He breathed long and hard against your skin. “You smell so good. You’re getting close to your heat. I want to help.”
“No,” you said, forcing yourself to pull away, even if he was intoxicating at the moment. “No,” you said, shaking your head, forgetting about the movie, forgetting about your impending heat. “No more touching, no more nothing until you do it finally.”
“Y/N, you know how dangerous it could be,” said Dean. “I know Dean didn’t want to do it the first time when he was a human either.”
“Look at this,” you said, pulling on your shirt collar, moving it aside to reveal the permanent mark in your skin left behind from Dean all those years ago. “Dean was my Alpha. I don’t know why but when you changed, I lost my bond. I want my Alpha back. You won’t do it, you won’t knot, you won’t...”
“Sweetheart, we made a deal,” said Dean, a kind smile on his face. “We were going to wait at least six months. I wasn’t going to claim you until you knew you wanted it.”
“Oh,” you said, remembering the day Dean came home as a demon and all the conversations that went with it. “Sorry for...overreacting.”
“It’s been more than six months,” said Dean, raising an eyebrow. “Do you-”
“Yes,” you said, climbing onto his lap.
“Well someone’s an eager beaver,” said Dean. “Let me just ask one question.”
“Because I love you. Any Alpha who is strong enough to be that patient, to protect me and love me on top of all that demon stuff we have to deal with, you’re good. I want to be yours,” you said, resting your forehead on Dean’s.
“I was going to ask where you wanted me to mark you, sweetheart,” asked Dean, his grin wide. You felt a little embarrassed but Dean was soon lifting your shirt off, brushing your hair away from your old mark.
“Same place as before,” you said, exposing your neck to him.
“Sh, sh,” said Dean, pushing you away. “I’m wearing too many clothes before we can get to that.”
“Then take them off,” you said, running your hand over his shoulders to push his over shirt off.
“Bossy little Omega aren’t you?” asked Dean, removing his shirt as you undid his belt.
“Babe,” you said, raising an eyebrow. Dean held up his hands in defense as he lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear off.
“Sorry, you know I can only behave for so long,” said Dean with a cock of his head.
“Behave for this,” you said, pushing him on his chest to try and lay him down but finding him planted in place.
“I will but I’m running this. I need to,” said Dean, rolling you over so you lay on your back.
“I know,” you said, smiling up at Dean.
“Y/N?” asked Dean, inhaling sharply. “You smell so good.”
“Such a sweet talker,” you said, parting your lips as Dean came down to crash his own to them. You were already ready for him but Dean took his time to wind you up even further. You’d played around since his demon side took over but actual sex seemed like a distant memory.
“Ready?” asked Dean. “We’re out of practice,” he said, hot and sweaty over top of you, ready to come the second he got inside you.
“We should get back to it then,” you said. “Do it, Dean.”
Dean pushed in slow, the sensation pleasant and everything you needed from him. Dean only thrusted a few times before you felt his knot start to swell. You adjusted your hips, giving him a deeper grind and you weren’t sure who was uttering what profanities.
You kept rocking your hips as Dean pumped in and out faster, harder, dirtier until his knot held in place and you came from the feeling alone. Dean bit down on your neck, breaking the skin of your old mark, creating a new one just for him that sent a shiver down your spine. Your orgasm spurred on his, Dean coming right along with you as you rode out the waves of pleasure as long as you could.
“Mmm,” you hummed into the crook of his neck, his scent still appetizing but calmer, a permanent home for you now.
“How lucky am I?” asked Dean, adjusting you so you could lay on his chest as you waited for Dean’s knot to go down.
“Pretty lucky,” you said, dancing your fingers along his arm. “But for my own curiosity...”
“I got to make you mine twice. You actually do love me,” said Dean, cupping your flush cheek.
“Was I unclear on that before? If so-”
“You know how I get. Words and shit...you’re good at that. I’m good at thinking you tell me what I want to hear,” said Dean.
“I tell you the truth. That’s it. Well...maybe I eat the last piece of pie and not Sam but in the grand scheme of things I’m always honest with you,” you said, earning a coy smile from the demon.
“So you’re the one stealing all my pie,” said Dean.
“Sharing babe. What’s yours is mine and vice versa,” you said, grabbing Dean’s shirt from nearby and throwing it over yourself, starting to get cold from the air in the room. “See?”
“If I get all of you for a few pieces of pie and some shirts, I’m the happiest Alpha there is,” said Dean.
“Dean,” you said, laying your head on his chest, smiling at calm green eyes. “Do you think we...did it?”
“Probably. Excited?” asked Dean, a different smile forming on his face.
“We should probably watch whatever movies we want for the next nine months. I expect a lot of cartoons in our future,” you said, Dean leaning down to peck a kiss to your lips.
“Looking forward to it.”