omega!Dean/alpha!Abaddon, basically the scene in the abandoned town between Abaddon and Dean but more sexual (maybe she gets him to eat her out ;) ) and with Dean as an omega/abaddon as alpha.
((Youâre fucking evil. Also that scene was pretty damn sexual anyway lbr.))
As an Alpha, sheâs already predisposed to being stronger than him. As a demon, he doesnât stand a fucking chance, but that doesnât stop Dean from trying, even when heâs already on his knees and sheâs probably two seconds into ripping into him and smoking out his insides.
âYou give a girl all sorts of nasty ideasâŠâ
Dean bares his teeth at her, his nostrils flaring. The scent of female Alpha combined with the startling otherness of demon inside of her is a strong one, spicy almost, and irritates Deanâs nose and the back of his throat.
âAre we gonna fight or make out? âCause Iâm gettinâ some real mixed signals here,â he forces out, making her grin. He doesnât know what he expected - maybe for her hand to twist just a little more and snap his wrist, maybe for her to actually try and claw the tattoo off him, or just for her to start beating the living shit out of him - what he did not expect was for them to actually make out.
The taste of her was that same spice, biting teeth and forceful tongue into his mouth. He growls, fighting back purely out of instinct even as they fall back so she is sitting on his stomach, his arms pinned below her knees and digging in painfully.
When she sits back, still grinning wide, her lipstick is smeared all over Deanâs mouth and the Omegaâs body is twitching. He growls again, hating the fact that he can feel himself flushing hot despite the hatred running through him - Pavlovian response, he supposes, too long in Hell and around demons trying to fuck him had made him responsive no matter how much he tried to resist it.
She hums, breathing in his scent, shifting forward despite how he hissed at the painful pressure of her shins against his arms so that she could knot her fingers in his hair. âThatâs what I love about you Winchesters,â she says gently, cocking her head to one side, lips pouting. âYouâre soâŠpredictable. And obedient. Especially you, Dean.â
Her grin turns downright predatory, then, when she leans down for another kiss, Dean helpless to resist the powerful female Alpha scent of her. He can feel her heat, that demon stench running underneath her skin, and he wants it. God damn it, he wants it.
They part once more, Dean letting out a little whimper though heâll deny it to his dying day, and her brow arches. She raises her head, looking around, and a slow grin spreads out across her face again. âLook at us, the big bad wolf and little red, all alone,â she coos, petting the side of her face as he glares at her and does his best to resist the urge to lick the taste of her from his mouth. Then, her free hand goes to the front of her jeans, undoing the button and zip so that she can rub herself, grinning when the scent of her makes his nostrils flare.Â
âOh, the fun we could get up to,â she adds, drawing her fingers back, slick and shiny with her, and sinks them into Deanâs mouth - he doesnât even fight it, he wants it, and he hates it at the same time, how he lets her fuck her fingers in as deep as she can, until he almost chokes, how his tongue eagerly curls to find every trace of her scent.
She shudders, eyes flashing back, and pulls her fingers away. âWeâre gonna have a lot of fun together, you and I,â she promises, petting through Deanâs hair again, and Dean flushes with shame when he feels his body arch in anticipation. Her smile merely widens.
