Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language, smut, smidge of oral sex, unprotected sex
A/N: Thanks to everyone for their patience while I dealt with stuff. This is part 4 of my story inspired by the song “Magic Man” and written for @dr-dean‘s writing challenge. I owe lots of thanks to @roxy-davenport and @kayteonline for being incredibly helpful betas. I still have several more parts planned for this, so I hope you enjoy it. I’m anxious to hear your feedback, and I appreciate constructive criticism. Reader’s thoughts are in italics.
“I’m ready, Dean.” You inhale a deep breath, letting his strong scent hit you, letting the relief you feel from it roll through your body. You blink, slowly, then focus back onto him, your expression mirroring his as his eyes are blown wide and black with lust. Your mind goes blank, aside from one unfiltered thought, which you voice, soft and clear.
“Take care of me, Alpha.”
“I will, oh god, I will.” He nods his head while he stares at you earnestly, his tone confident and sure as he holds you tightly.
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, language, smidge of angst I suppose
A/N: And another installment of my AU Alpha!Dean Smith series has arrived! Things get interesting after Benny arrives and the reader has to figure out how to handle it all. My eternal gratitude goes to @roxy-davenport for her beta work, and to @dr-dean for hosting the initial challenge that starting this series - inspired by ‘Magic Man’ by Heart.
I’m always thankful for comments and constructive criticism, so let me know what you think!
Spending the evening on the phone arguing with your parents got you nothing but a headache and a heavy dose of guilt. Everything was done “out of concern” and because “someone needs to make sure you keep your head on straight” but you knew it was really to keep an eye on you and make sure you weren’t doing anything to sour the deal with Benny’s family. Benny kept fairly quiet during the whole evening, sometimes offering you sympathetic looks, other times expressing his agreement with your parent’s concerns. At the end of it all, when your battle was lost, he softly bid you goodnight, unable to hide the hurt written all over his face as he retreated to the guest room.