Her (Dean x Reader)
Summary: You seem to be following your mother's footsteps and your stepfather can't stand it.
Pairing(s): Stepfather!Dean x Reader
Warnings: noncon (rape), angst, p in v, markings, hair pulling, drunk!Dean, daddy kink, choking, creampie, fingering, there's 1 slap, degradation, praise(ish), pain during sex
W/C: 4.4k
A/N: Like most of my fics, this was not how I intended it to go 🤣
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You knew you shouldn't have spent the extra hour with your boyfriend, Luke. You knew how angry Dean would be when you got home. But time slipped away from your mind and you ended up falling asleep.
You wanted so badly to blame him for not waking you up. You had reminded Luke so many times prior to tonight that it was extremely important for you to be home at a certain time, eighteen years of age or not. You could never tell him what would happen if you stayed out later. To add to the anxiety of coming home late, you left Luke's house with the both of you upset- which you hated.
As much as you wanted to fix things with Luke, he was the least of your worries right now. As you walked up to your dimly lit porch, you peered through the windows. The lights seemed to be out inside- that was a good sign for you.
You did your best to be quiet as you unlocked the front door with your key, opening it slowly so that it wouldn't creak. If Dean really was asleep like you hoped he was, you needed to be as quiet as possible as not to wake him.
Somehow you made it through the living room with the uneven floorboards and all the way until the stairs. Taking a deep breath, you mapped your walk up in your mind before taking the first step. It went by just fine. And then the second. And the third. Until you reached the tenth, which always gave you trouble no matter how hard you tried.
The rest of the five stairs were noisy too, so you skipped every other one. You could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest and your face felt flushed, you were so undeniably nervous that you had woken up Dean and you hadn't even made all that much noise.
Resting for a minute or so at the top of the stairs before continuing on, you tried your best to come up with an excuse as to why you were out so late. There was no sign of Dean being awake, but you wanted to have a game plan just in case. You sighed before continuing your trek, tiptoeing your way to your room. The door was closed as it always was, but when you went to turn the knob it wouldn't budge.
Cursing at yourself, you played with the knob as quietly as you could, feeling dumber with each passing second for locking yourself out of your own room. The good news was, Dean probably thought you were asleep all this time- you always went to sleep with your door locked.
"Found the key, by the way," A low, gruff voice made your heart race faster, and you found yourself closing your eyes to escape reality. You were caught.
"What key?" You feigned ignorance, slowly turning around to meet green and bloodshot eyes staring in your direction.
"Your room key. I'll keep it for safety measures. What if there was a fire or something?" Dean asked rhetorically, dangling the key from his fingers.
"Yeah, that's, um, that's a good idea," You gave him a small smile to which he furrowed his eyebrows at.
"Thought it might be good for teaching you a lesson too," Dean shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. You stayed silent, he didn't like when you protested. "I don't have a lot of rules, Y/N. In fact, I might be too lenient with you, but you manage to break every single one of them."
"I'm sorry, Dean," You responded with your head down, too scared to look back up at him as you felt the vibrations of his feet hitting the floor come closer.
"What rules did you break tonight?" He asked, wanting to admit your mistake.
"I stayed out too late," You said quietly and he stopped just to where you could see his feet.
"And?" He pestered on and you shook your head.
"Nothing else, that's all," You looked up to him as he slowly lifted your chin with your fingers, his calloused hand stayed in place.
"Who were you out with?" Dean quirked an eyebrow up at you and you felt as your eyes widened, there was no way he knew.
"My friend, Natalie," You managed to muster out but he just shook his head in return.
"You're lying to me and I don't very much appreciate liars," He growled lowly, his grip on your chin getting a little tighter.
"I'm not lying," You answered softly before he shoved you forward and your back hit the door.
"Really?" He chuckled in disbelief, sucking in his cheek before continuing on. "Word on the street is that you have a new boyfriend."
You stayed silent. You didn't know what to say. You wanted to ask so many questions about how he knew. Who told him?
"I also learned that you've been dating him for quite some time, isn't that right?" Dean asked and you nodded your head softly, watching as the vein in his forehead popped out. "How long, sweetheart?"
"Three months," You said quietly, trying your best to look down in shame.
"Just like your fucking mother," Dean grit out angrily, pushing your head so that is slammed against the wooden door. You winced out in pain, feeling the throb of the impact immediately after and the tears start flooding your eyes. "Lying, cheating skanks. Both of you."
The beer in his breath made you grimace as you felt the first tear of many shed from your right eye. There were a million things running through your mind, like a plan to escape, but you knew none of it would be of any use. Dean was going to get his way no matter how hard you tried.
"Why do I feel like I have to keep teaching you lessons, hmm? You didn't learn from last time, little girl?" Dean stepped forward so that your bodies were only a few inches apart.
"I did," You nodded your head through the tears, hoping that he would believe you.
"Obviously, you didn't. Just caught you sneaking in for fuck's sake," He growled, grabbing your hand with his free one. "Knew you needed a real daddy since the first day I met you. What a good girl you could have been growing up with me."
Your eyes closed all on their own as he guided your hand to his jean covered crotch, hating the way that his breath hitched when he pressed you against him. You didn't know if it happened because you were so used to it by now, but you hated the way you felt your core heat up just by his touch. You felt a sense of shame for even getting remotely aroused by the way Dean treated you.
"Have you fucked your boyfriend?" Dean pressed his body against yours, resting his forehead against the door so that his lips were right next to your ear.
"No," You told him, feeling the way your hand continue to press into him on its own accord.
"I don't think I believe you," Dean said almost gently, but he didn't seem upset.
"I promise," You reassured him quietly and he lifted his head from resting on the door.
"Yeah?" Dean questioned and you nodded your head, looking into his eyes as they searched yours.
Then, Dean did something that he didn't do often. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips against yours, kissing firmly but slowly. You weren't prepared to kiss him, he usually wasn't this gentle, so it took you a few seconds to adjust to what he wanted. Soon enough, you slightly parted your lips to accommodate his moving ones, matching the pace that he set.
Dean's hands moved yours so that your arms were resting on his shoulders and he pressed his entire body against yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss, and continued to take you by surprise. Dean had never been this tender with you before.
You had never felt this wanted by him in all of your time spent together. A part of you felt like he was setting up a trap, making you vulnerable to him so that he could take advantage of you. The other part liked the change in pace. As twisted as it was, you liked that he wanted to kiss you like this. For once, it felt like he actually might love you.
Dean pulled back from the kiss, making you chase his lips, which took you by surprise. You waited a few seconds for him to begin to start being rough, but he just rested his forehead against you and took a few deep breaths.
"I missed you," Dean admitted in a small breath and you swallowed down your nerves.
You didn't know what had gotten into him tonight. You didn't understand how someone who had hurt you so badly in the past could suddenly switch courses and make you feel like the only girl in the world. You also couldn't comprehend how easily you fell for his gentle touch or how you felt your heart melt with his sweet words.
Even after all of this time feeling bad for yourself, wishing that your life wasn't the way that it was, you actually felt bad for him tonight. Dean was hurting and you didn't know why, you knew he didn't deserve your sympathy but it felt kind of reassuring after all of the pain he'd put you through. It felt nice to know that he was hurting as much as you were.
"I said, I missed you," Dean reminded you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"I know," You answered quietly and he sighed, continuing to hug your waist.
"You didn't say it back," He didn't seem mad like he normally would, he seemed upset, but you weren't going to lie to him and say that you missed him too. You weren't even sure that the Dean you knew was still in there. "You don't have to."
It was your time to sigh as relief flooded your veins. You didn't want to upset him further but you knew lying to him would only upset you more later in the night when all of the shame and guilt dawned upon you. It was bad enough that you were actually kissing your stepfather back.
"I, uh, I'm sorry," Dean lifted his forehead from yours, looking into your wide eyes. "I know I haven't been the best Dad, that I treated you like crap, all the works. You just-"
Dean sighed as you tried to make sure that your ears were still working. After the past few years of constant trauma and abuse, you couldn't believe that he was apologizing to you. Especially because you knew that the next time you fucked up, or went against his rules, he'd be treating you like shit again.
"You remind me of her," Dean admitted and you felt yourself cringe internally.
He didn't even have to say her name for you to think of your mother, the one who brought this man into your house and ignored all of the red flags. The one who hurt you the most by devaluing all of your feelings towards Dean and leaving you alone with him for nights on end. Most of the time, you blamed her more than you blamed Dean.
"But I don't think I love her anymore, she never loved me," He confessed and you felt sick to your stomach.
"Why are you telling me this?" You felt your emotions twist and turn inside of you, a few teardrops spilling from your eyes.
Whatever hope you had about Dean becoming a better man, loving you as he should, felt spoiled. You felt disgusted that you hadn't put the pieces together. He was never angry with you all of those times he hurt you, he was angry with her. Worst of all, he wasn't being gentle tonight because he wanted to make you feel good, he was being gentle because he wanted to relive his past with your mother.
"I want to start a new life," Dean's hands came up and were placed softly on your cheeks. "New town. New people. Hell, maybe even a new state. I can't stay here anymore." You nodded your head as he licked his lips, keeping his tone quiet. "And I want you to come with me."
You didn't know what to say. You could practically hear Dean's heart rate fasten like he was excited. This was his big plan all along, make you feel like you love him, and then convince you to move away with him like nothing had happened.
"I can't. I-I have school and friends and-" You began to explain but he placed a finger over your lips, shaking his head side to side.
"We can figure that all out, but let's leave together. Tonight. Let's just leave." He professed and you couldn't stop yourself from shedding a few more tears.
"I can't," You choked out and he quirked his head to the side, looking confused.
"Why not?" He asked you, but you could never tell him how you really felt- even if deep down he already knew.
Moving away with Dean would just mean more pain. The second he sobers up from his soppy state, he's just going to remember how shitty of a person your mother was to him. Which, in turn, would justify him in his mind to take it out on you. The cycle would continue on as it was, except you'd be in a new location with absolutely no support system.
"I'm sorry," You sobbed, too scared to say what was on your mind, and you looked down to the ground. You didn't know what to tell him, but you had a feeling that anything remotely negative would make him aggressive.
"It's alright," You heard Dean sniffle just above you, causing you to look back up at him.
By the sniffle and extra emotions tonight, you fully expected to see him cry for the first time in front of you. And he was crying, real tears, but by the way his face contorted you could feel the rage set in.
"No, it's alright. That's fine. Let's just stay here, hmm?" Dean pressed his body into yours harder, making you whimper.
"I'm sorry," You repeated and you didn't feel the sting of his hand against your cheeks until a few seconds later, making the tears pour uncontrollably.
"Shut it," Dean growled and you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying harder. "You want things to stay the way they are? Fine, be my guest."
Dean quickly reached up and wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, which caused your hands to go up to grab his wrist and relieve some pressure. With his free hand, he reached between both of your bodies and began to roughly undo your jeans button, making you squirm within his touch.
Once the button was undone on your jeans, Dean reached up and tugged at the neckline of your favorite shirt, pulling until you heard it rip and felt your skin prickle up due to the cold air. You kept one of your hands around his wrist, choking with the lack of airflow, and used the other to push against his torso with all of your might.
"Stop fighting. This is the way you wanted it," Dean grunted, keeping his body as tightly against you as possible as his free hand reached around to unclasp your bra.
"Stop," You managed to muster out, knowing that it wouldn't help much, and he chuckled at your struggle.
"You wanted this, baby, remember?" Dean continued chuckling in a pant as you continued to fight him off as best you could. "Bet you want to stay for that little boyfriend of yours, hmm?"
You shook your head from side to side as he quirked an eyebrow up at you like he was amused.
"Bet he thinks you're so sweet, so innocent. Probably why he's with you, to take away your purity," Dean guessed and you continued to shake your head 'no', feeling like every vein in your face was popping out. "Does he know what your daddy does to you?" Dean questioned, roughly shoving his hand down your pants and into your panties.
You closed your eyes with a small moan as his fingers easily slipped through your wet slit, and Dean seemed to be surprised as he looked back up at you.
"That's new," Dean commented with a small smirk, but you closed your eyes again as you felt the shame flood your veins. "Sweetheart, you're actually turned on. Usually takes me five minutes to get inside you, don't think that'll be a problem tonight." He snickered.
"Fuck you," You spit out as soon as he relieved some of the pressure from your neck. You never spoke back like that but it fled from your mouth before you could think about what you were saying.
"What was it then?" Dean smirked amusedly, letting go of your neck and opting to hold your chin instead. "You like when Daddy's sweet to you? When he kisses you?" He pulled his hand out of your panties, wiping your juices off of his fingers and onto your lower stomach.
You stared hard at him as you didn't say anything, so indescribably angry with both him and yourself for your arousal. How could you be so stupid as to think he actually wanted you? He'd broken you before, but tonight felt far worse.
"Daddy can be sweet if you're a good girl." He leaned in and whispered in your ear, you felt your stomach turn as you felt his lips on your neck leaving sloppy, wet kisses.
You winced in pain when he sucked your skin in and bit down harshly on your neck, making you jolt up and push against him.
"But daddy is still really mad at mommy and... she's not here," Dean pulled back and your hand went up to press against your throbbing neck. "That's for your boyfriend, sweetheart. It's not nice to pretend to be innocent when I guarantee all he's thinking about is fucking you until you can't walk."
"You're disgusting," You spat up at him, to which he just chuckled.
"If I'm disgusting, why are you so wet?" He questioned in a smirk, putting his hand down your pants again. Your thighs clamped around his hand as a way to deter him from touching you, but it only forced his fingers closer to your tight hole. "I think you like it when daddy touches you."
You choked on a moan and stood on your tippy-toes as he easily slid a finger inside of you, his thick finger flicking itself and hitting your soft spot. You pushed your ass as far away from him as possible but he followed, and you found yourself gripping onto his shoulders for support as he continued to smirk at you.
Dean pulled his finger out of your soaking cunt, let go of his grip on your chin, and roughly shoved your jeans, along with your panties, down your legs. He didn't attempt to take them completely off before grabbing you by the hair, pulling you forward, coming up from behind you, and forcing you to walk forward.
"Know where we're going, sweetheart?" Dean questioned, leaving you no time to answer. "I think it's time you got fucked in daddy's big bed." The very thought made you shudder, knowing all of your mother's stuff was still in there- just a reminder of how you got yourself in this situation.
With a sudden surge of confidence, your elbow came up and back down, jabbing him harshly in his stomach. He let go of his grip on you momentarily, groaning in pain, as your feet began to take off on their own.
You didn't look back as you felt your heart pound, it's not like you could have seen well through the tears anyway. Your first destination was the stairs and you held onto the railing in the hallway for support and to boost you forward, but before you knew it, his heavy footsteps were coming in hot behind you.
"You little bitch!" Dean yelled out from behind you and you felt an immense amount of pain as he nearly tackled you to the ground, wrapping his arms around your waist so tightly that you could barely breathe. "You can't fucking listen, can you?"
You cried out as Dean kicked the back of your knees, causing you to kneel, and you began to feel completely defeated. Your stomach hit the floor as he followed, pressing all of his body weight on top of you.
"You don't want to go to daddy's bed? Fine. I'll just have to take you right fucking here." Dean grunted, struggling to use his knees to spread your legs apart.
You attempted to push yourself up with your hands but with Dean's body on top of yours, it was no use. Dean pulled your hair, making your neck crane in an uncomfortable way, and you heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone.
"Please, Dean," You begged, but he just grunted in return. You didn't have to turn around to tell that he didn't shove his jeans down or take his boxers off as he impatiently fished himself out.
Before you could even begin to think of a way to get out of your tricky situation, you felt the head of his cock roughly poking at your hole. Dean wiggled himself a bit before harshly thrusting into you, bottoming out completely, and making you whimper out with how stretched and full he made you.
He let go of his grip in your hair, placing hands on either side of your body for support and groaned as he tried to shove himself impossibly deeper inside of you. You tried your best to push yourself forward, feeling the sharp pain of him pressing against your cervix, but he only followed wherever your body went and continued to push deeper.
"So fucking tight," Dean moaned as he stilled for a second, taking a deep breath. He leaned down, sweeping the hair out of your face as your cheek laid against the ground, and whispered to you, "Just remember, it didn't have to be like this."
Dean took no time before pulling out completely and slamming back into you, making you jolt forward as much you could and uncontrollably letting out whimpers. He did this a few times, bottoming out completely, and you hated the way his groans synced with yours.
After a while, Dean set a fast and furious pace, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow. His knees were on either side of you, his legs holding yours down, and he eventually pressed his entire torso against your back in an attempt to stop you from moving so much. His forearms rested against the floor underneath your chest as he held onto your shoulders, giving him a better grip and position to fuck into you.
The pain of the stretch of his cock inside of you and the repetitive scraping of his tip against your cervix started to feel pleasurable as you continued to grow wetter. You tried to mask it, but your uncomfortable whimpers soon turned into loud moans, and Dean's grunts in your ears started to sound gratifying.
Dean's arm came out from under your body and around your neck, still allowing you to breathe a bit. The slight cut of your airflow made your head feel lighter and heavier at the same time, but also made the drag of his cock feel that much more satisfying.
"Can't believe you'd fucking do this to me, fucking slut," Dean grunted in between thrusts, the name only making you moan a little bit louder.
You felt an unfamiliar feeling in your core like something was going to burst. You'd masturbated before and achieved an orgasm, but Dean had never made you cum before so you were a bit shocked.
"Been fucking all those guys, thinking I wouldn't know," Dean continued to thrust, but his movements became slower and harder.
You didn't want Dean's words to be turning you on, a part of you knew that they weren't directed towards you, but your body disagreed. Your core was bubbling and you felt your legs begin to shake underneath his as whatever control you had over your moans began to dissipate.
"Here I fucking am. Taking care of your fucking daughter," Dean groaned and you felt the tears slip from your eyes as your orgasm was imminently approaching. "Both of you are fucking sluts."
You couldn't control yourself anymore as your core erupted. Your body began to twist and turn underneath Dean as you tried to push yourself up with your hands, trying your best to get away from his cock that wouldn't relent.
"Are you cumming, baby?" Dean questioned in a panting chuckle, holding you down tighter, and fucking into you faster. You couldn't answer properly as you held onto the arm around your neck, burying your face into its crook. "That's it. Good girl. Fucking take it."
Your orgasm was hitting you harder than it's ever hit before, and you tried your best to push him out of you to make it stop. You felt so good and you'd never experienced it before, but it was beginning to be too much for your body to handle as you felt your insides hurt from contracting so much.
"Take what your daddy's giving to you," Dean grunted, going faster and lighter with his thrusts, as he began to groan louder and more frequently.
Every inch of your body hurt, inside and out. Your lungs hurt from lack of air, your cunt hurt from the force of his cock, and your ribs hurt from pressing into the hardwood floor. Still, you had never cum so hard in your life, never had an orgasm last so long, and never experienced pleasure as great as it.
"Fuck," Dean let out a final few grunts, slowing his pace down as you felt his thick length begin to twitch inside of you. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside of you, painting your walls white with cum, and rested his head on yours as he caught his breath.
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