Pairing: Dean x plus size!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 954
Warnings: slight angst, fluff, jealousy, smut, light BDSM, cussing, dom!reader, sub!Dean,
Summary: After someone tries to flirt with Dean you decide to show him who he belongs to him.
Notes: This is a request by @queenfandom16 , I really like this request because it gave me an opportunity to do a plus size!reader fic, so thanks for that :)
Request: Can you do a Dean x Reader smut where they are more curvy and chubby and as he and her are at a bar after a hunt, someone starts flirting with dean and the reader feels jealous and once they make it to the hotel she proves to him who he belongs to.
Sorry that this was short but I lost inspiration towards the end.
Dean Winchester is a good looking man, nobody will deny it. His lips were perfect and plump, his eyes were captivating and beautiful, his jaw was perfectly defined. The Winchester was just nice, really nice to look at. Every girl practically threw themselves at him, wanting to get a taste of everything underneath his clothes. Usually he’d take their bait and slip away with them for a night.
But now he had you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Unfortunately other women didn’t know that.
Like the supermodel-esque woman who kept making googly eyes at Dean from the bar. He hadn’t noticed yet because he’s been talking to you, but it was pretty obvious. Sam had seen the girl too, and eventually tried to persuade her to focus on him instead before he left with someone else.
“Y/N?” Dean said, waving a hand in front of your face. Your eyes snapped to his when he got your attention. “You okay?” He asked.
You looked at the lady sitting at the bar then back at Dean, ready to lie and say you were okay. But you decided to tell him the truth. “No, I’m not okay because that chick at the bar has been looking at you like you’re some delicious piece of meat for her to devour and… I don’t know it’s annoying.”
The Winchester looked over at the bar lady and as soon as they made eye contact, she walked over to your table. She leaned on the table, practically sitting on it, in an attempt to block you from Dean’s view. “Hey handsome,” the woman said seductively.
“I’m not interested, sweetheart,” Dean said with a fake smile, “I actually have a girlfriend.” The lady looked at you and laughed.
“You mean this fatty?”
Instead of a witty comeback you stood up and sat in Dean’s lap. Before he had time to respond you kissed him roughly with your hands crossed behind his neck. Dean gripped your wide hips and pulled you closer to him.
You pulled away and smirked back at the lady who looked hurt and disgusted. She scoffed and made her way out of the bar.
“Let’s go to the motel” you suggested, the Winchester nodded eagerly. His hand laced with yours as you made your way out the door and to the ‘67 chevy impala.
Dean got in the driver’s seat and patiently waited for you to get in and once you did, he sped off down the road. Your hand roamed over his thigh and to his crotch, gently palming him. The Winchester moaned and cursed under his breath, slowing down for a split second. After a minute or so you freed Dean’s cock watching it bounce against his stomach.
“Don’t crash the car” you warned before your lips made contact with his tip, lightly sucking the pre-cum dripping from it. Dean’s hand tried to push you down slowly but you stopped him, telling him that you were in control.
You licked a stripe from the base of Dean’s cock to the tip before taking everything in your mouth. The wet sounds that filled both of your ears turned the two of you on causing Dean to lose slight control of the wheel. A little ‘fuck’ escaped his mouth when you continued to suck him off as he pulled over. Not long after spurts of Dean’s salty cum landed on your tongue and slid down your throat.
His heavy breathing was cut off by your lips, “Hey, are you okay?” Dean asked for the second time that night. You sucked on his neck with the intention of creating a hickey instead of responding. “Mine” you whispered loud enough for Dean to hear.
“You’re mine” you looked up at Dean, he nodded and pecked your lips.
Dean tugged at the restraints as he watched you strip, his cock sticking straight up in the air already. His lustful emerald eyes came in contact with yours made you feel confident enough to fully dominate him.
The bed sunk when you crawled on top of Dean teasing him first. You rubbed your aching pussy along his shaft. Dean cussed when you gripped onto his thighs and spread your legs further, feeling how slick you were. “Shit princess, I’m close” Dean stated, watching you move. You sat up a little further up your boyfriend’s stomach and off his cock kissing him intently.
“Can you let me out of these? I wanna pay you back for that blowjob” Dean pleaded.
You grabbed the condom lying on the bedside table and opened it. “No, the point of this is for me to show you who you belong to,” you grabbed his stiff cock, slid the condom over it, and lined it up with your entrance “by doing this” you slammed your hips down. At first you did a couple figure eights to get used to him then, once you got comfortable, decided to fully bounce up and down on him.
To you, the Winchester’s moans weren’t satisfying enough, you wanted to hear him say your name. Stopping for a second you leaned down and looked him in the eye. “Who do you belong to?” you questioned rolling your hips faster by the second.
“You, princess” he said lowly. You hummed, pretending you didn’t hear what your boyfriend had said. “You, Y/N! You own my ass” Dean exclaimed, his breaths shortening. Sitting back up, you felt Dean’s cock twitch and coming for the second time that night sending you over the edge as well.
Once you regained our strength you reached up and untied Dean. “I’ll always be yours, sweetheart” dean reassured you, “as long as you’ll always be mine”
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