Can’t Tie Me Down – Ch 2 / 6

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: Omegaverse, prostitution, non con roleplay, awful view of omegas (in roleplay context), degradation, dirty talk, p in v, knotting, surprise breeding kink
Word Count: 3.5k

“Stay fucking still, bitch,” Dean growled threateningly as Y/N tried yet again to squirm away from him.

They’d been doing this for a few months. Y/N had stayed off her suppressants like Dr. Weber instructed, meaning her heats now came every month. The first and second times, one visit from Dean had provided her with enough hormones to satiate her symptoms, but the third time she had started to notice the heat creeping back in after their session. And the fourth time, Dean had picked up on the change, and stuck around for round two – making sure she was back to normal, safe and healthy, before saying his goodbyes until the next month.

That was when Y/N had really understood why he was so good at his job, and came so highly recommended by her clinic. Dean had an amazing intuition, and enough generosity to follow up on it. He really wanted to care for the Omegas he was with; which was ironic, and really a bit confusing, considering what Y/N was asking for out of this experience.

Even after the first time, once Y/N had realised just how fucking amazing being knotted felt, she still didn’t want to admit that she’d enjoyed it. Dean didn’t have a problem with their roleplays – if anything, he’d gotten even more into it the longer they kept up their appointments. Now that he knew her body and her reactions better he was pushing harder, getting meaner, and it was fucking hot. So yeah, Y/N didn’t have any interest in taking that element out of their couplings.

“Shit you’re stubborn,” Dean hissed, twisting Y/N’s arm behind her back and pressing her into the back of the door. This time, they had pre-arranged for Dean to pretend to break into her apartment, and Dean was doing a bang up job of playing the role of an Alpha in rut who just couldn’t resist the scent of a dripping needy Omega – which is exactly what Y/N was at the moment. She could feel her slick soaking her panties, slipping down her bare thighs under her skirt, and she knew Dean could smell it too. He ground against her back and she felt the bulge in his jeans tuck into the crease of her ass.

“You won’t get away with this, asshole,” Y/N grunted, even as she pressed herself back into Dean’s crotch, desperate to feel his cock again. It’s been too long, she found her thinking, but she quickly shook that feeling off.

“I don’t have to get away with anything, sweetheart. No one you tell is gonna believe you. They’re all gonna know you were asking for it,” Dean taunted, breath hot and soft against her ear. His tone was sickeningly sweet, a mockery of comfort.

“I’ll scream,” Y/N whimpered, though it was out of desire rather than fear.

“Go ahead,” Dean nipped at her throat over her mating vein, sending a shiver reverberating down her spine. “Then everyone will know you’ve finally given in to being a good little Omega. They’ll hear how fucking good you take my knot, and know what a good cockslut you’re being for your Alpha.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips against hers, and Y/N felt a new gush of slick drip its way down her legs.

“No, please, don’t do this, please.” But Dean knew what that actually meant. Yes, please, yes.

“I’m gonna give you two fuckin’ options bitch,” Dean tore Y/N away from the wall and shoved her into the room, the force of his push knocking a lamp off the side table. She spiralled into the couch where she braced herself and cowered against the cushions while he stalked further into her apartment, hungry glare fixed on her the whole time. “If you don’t stop fucking whining, then I’ll shut you up,” Dean whipped his loose tie from around his throat and held it up in a ball, illustrating his threat to gag her. Y/N gulped, a little tempted to know what that would feel like – her jaw stretched around the fabric, her spit soaking into the silk until it spilled out over her chin… “Or,” Dean’s voice snapped her back to attention, “you only get to speak when I tell you you can. And you only get to say what I tell you to say.”

Curiosity piqued at Dean’s second offer. As much as the idea of being gagged on Dean’s tie was tempting to Y/N, she was more intrigued to find out what Dean had in mind as the alternative. Would he tell her to stay silent, only offering the hope of speaking to make the silence more torturous? Or would he tell her to scream, cry, beg for mercy? Y/N had to know.

“What’ll it be ‘mega?” Dean was pressed up close against her now, the silk of his tie crushed in his fist as he slowly dragged it along her cheek.

“I–” Y/N tripped over her tongue and took a breath, tried to keep her voice steady, and pretended to be brave in the face of Dean’s character. “Don’t gag me, please, I don’t–” her words sped up and tumbled over each other as she let the ‘fear’ seep into her voice.

“Shh, shh,” Dean soothed, hand cupping her cheek. “I’ve got you, ‘mega. Just stay real quiet, and lemme take care’a you,” It would have been tender if his eyes weren’t shining with cold, calculated and threatening. Detached, emotionless excitement was radiating from him and god, this man was wasted in this career, he should have been an actor.

Y/N nodded silently, not ready to risk his consequences for speaking out of turn just yet, eager as she was to know what they would be. Dean grinned, glare still cold but less empty than a moment before. He was happy she’d chosen what she had. Y/N thought derisively that it was probably because now he could gag her on his cock, rather than his tie. He liked to do that. Wordlessly, Dean led her to the bedroom, and she followed obediently, hoping she was still managing to give off the impression that she was only cooperating under duress instead of out of desire.

Dean tossed his tie on the bed and casually began unbuttoning his shirt. “If you don’t want me to rip those to shreds, I suggest you start stripping,” he nodded at her clothes, and Y/N reluctantly began to undress. Her shirt dropped off her shoulders, fluttering to the floor by her feet, followed by her skirt. At a raised brow from Dean, her bra and panties joined the rest of her clothing on the carpet. Dean was stripped now too, cock standing out from his body, hard and ready in his hand as he stroked himself while he watched her.

“Fuck, can see you leaking,” Dean smirked, gaze fixed on the clearly visible slick coating Y/N’s thighs. She rubbed them together self consciously, inadvertently making herself whimper at the stimulation. “Aw, s’my Omega need a hand with that? I can make you feel so much better,” Dean’s voice was dripping with false pity, and it’s a little humiliating how much of a turn on that was. Y/N summoned a grimace to her face but stayed quiet, like she was supposed to.

“Good girl,” Dean cooed as he reached out and dragged her to him, tossing her onto the bed as carelessly and as easily as he’d done his tie a few minutes ago. “Knew you could be an obedient little bitch f’me.”

“Fuck you,” Y/N chanced an objection and immediately felt the repercussion. Dean’s slap came swiftly against her cheek, stinging heat prickling where the blow had landed.

“Don’t push me, sweetheart,” Dean’s voice was calm, soft, and more terrifying than he’d sounded all day.

“Or what? You’ll rape me? You’re doing that anyways,” Y/N spat viciously.

“Stop kidding yourself, sweetheart. You and I both know you want this.” Dean dragged his fingers slowly through the slick pooling between her legs to illustrate his statement. “Can’t rape an Omega at all really,” he continued pointedly, “that would imply you had some kind of rights. That you’re more than just a warm hole for Alphas to knot when you get too needy to take care of yourself.”

Dean punched two of his fingers into Y/N’s pussy without warning, drawing a startled cry from her breast. A smile pinched his lips as he crooked his fingers and quickly found the spot inside that he knew turned her into a quivering mess without fail. “Just a wet little cunt for me to rut into whenever I want, aren’t ya? And you fucking need it too, look what a fucking mess you’re makin’ all over my hand. That pussy knows it needs to be nice and slick to take an Alpha like me, huh baby girl.”

Dean was still focusing all his attention on that one spot inside her, and Y/N was beginning to see small pinpricks of light bursting behind her eyelids as the pleasure took over the few remaining faculties she possessed. With a jerky moan Y/N came around Dean’s fingers, pussy clenching involuntarily around him.

“That’s a good little ‘mega, cumming just for me.”

Y/N could only muster a whimper in response, but it didn’t come across like the protest she meant it to be.

“Yeah, I knew it. Just as much of a whore as the rest of ‘em.” Dean withdrew his fingers and used the slick coating them to lube up his cock before he notched the fat, red tip against Y/N’s folds. He held himself there, teasing, pressing in and out of the wet heat he was nestled against in a measure of centimetres. “Wanna hear you tell me,” he instructed, but Y/N was still a bit foggy from her orgasm and she didn’t follow.

“What?” she croaked, her voice embarrassingly breathy.

“Wanna hear you tell me what a whore you are.” Dean pressed himself harder against her entrance on the word ‘whore’ but still didn’t let himself slip in. “Tell me how a good Omega is just a little fucktoy for Alphas like me. Tell me you know your place.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. Fuck. That was everything she despised about how people viewed Omegas. It was the whole reason she had resisted her own biology for so long she’d wound up genuinely endangering her own life. So why was it so fucking hot when Dean said it like that?

“I’m…” Y/N’s voice trailed off when Dean started to push inside, but he stilled as soon as she stopped talking, and she understood. He wasn’t going to fuck her until she said what he wanted her to say. “I’m a whore,” Y/N whispered, and Dean pushed in a little further. “Omegas are just whores.” Dean drew out and thrust back in, deeper still. “I– I’m just a fucktoy for Alphas to breed,” and fucking hell, Y/N had no idea where that had come from.

It clearly took Dean by surprise too, because his hips stuttered on his next pull back, and then he was slamming himself in, all the way to the root. Matching groans echoed between them as Dean dropped his head to Y/N’s chest and began to fuck her in earnest.

“That’s right baby. Gonna fuck you so good. Pump all my cum up inside you, make you take it, plug you up with my knot.” Y/N could already feel Dean’s knot forming at the base of his cock, starting to stretch her out with every thrust inside. “Say it again,” Dean ground out, and there was something different about his voice now. It wasn’t as mean spirited, or threatening. There was an edge of desperation to the words – almost like begging.

“Just a whore,” Y/N moaned. Dean was fucking her so good, and her brain was still scrambling to recover from her first climax, and she couldn’t figure out why she suddenly wanted to do exactly what Dean said, but she did it anyways. “Just a good little Omega whore, just a hole for you Alpha. Place for your knot, place for your pups–” Y/N didn’t have a chance to examine where that train of thought was headed because a second orgasm suddenly crashed through her. Every nerve ending clenched as the tension ricocheted through her, pleasure washing in small bursts across every synapse.

Dean’s knot popped inside her and she felt the heat of his climax filling the base of her stomach and the heat bubbled through her in another wave of pleasure, a third orgasm drawing itself out from the second as Dean continued to make sharp, shallow thrusts with his knot locked inside her.

When they’d both finished, Y/N collapsed back onto the bed, letting herself go limp while Dean struggled to keep his weight off of her body as much as he could.

“I’m, I’m just gonna roll us to the side,” Dean panted. “Okay?” Y/N gave a small hum to signal her assent, and Dean coaxed his arm beneath her shoulders to help shift them into a more comfortable position while they waited for his knot to recede.

They were silent to start, letting themselves catch their breath, and come down from the premature high. Usually the fucking lasted a lot longer than that, and Y/N wasn’t keen to examine why they’d both lost control so quickly at her mention of breeding. She couldn’t fathom where that had come from, and her instinct was to bury it and hope she could restrain herself from revisiting the topic the next time Dean was pounding her into the mattress.

Dean had planned on staying the night. After the close call during their last session, where Y/N had convinced him she would be fine and then called him panicking and in pain a few hours later, Dean had insisted they not take any chances. Y/N had insisted that he stay on her sofa bed, and right now she was questioning what on earth made her think that was a wise idea.

Dean had offered to stay at the hotel down the street from her apartment complex – wasn’t even going to charge her for the room, he just wanted to make sure he was close by for when the symptoms returned but Y/N wouldn’t hear of it. So now she was stood awkwardly in the doorway of her own bedroom, too nervous to walk past Dean on her way to the kitchen and risk waking him.

He was sprawled out on top of the covers, sheet twisted around his knees and arms flung over his head, leaving his whole body out on display like a sculpture exhibition. Dean’s skin was tanned with freckles that Y/N hadn’t noticed before in the dark that usually accompanied their couplings. Here, in the dim glow from the rising sun just beginning to fade the shadows of the den, Y/N was noticing much more about Dean than she’d let herself dwell on before.

And speaking of noticing things, it was also very difficult to not notice the state of Dean’s boxers. His morning wood was prominent, tenting the dark fabric which was the only piece of clothing he had on at the moment. Y/N couldn’t peel her eyes from the shape of his cock once she’d noticed it. Something inside her twisted impatiently, the feeling crawling up her chest and seeping into her lungs, clawing to get out. She wanted that cock, wanted its knot – wanted the Alpha that came with it. And it was that desire that had Y/N frozen in fear in her own bedroom doorway.

She couldn’t want this, she never wanted to want this, it was wrong to want this. Not because it was wrong to want sex or wrong to settle down with a mate and pups and the whole family idyll – it was wrong because the only reason she wanted this was her fucking biology.  It wasn’t her mind or her heart or even her cunt that was controlling this urge, it was that primal instinct that she’d dedicated her whole life to sublimating. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want an Alpha, yet here she was dripping at the sight of Dean’s sunrise hard-on.

And that wasn’t an exaggeration, Y/N was dripping. Even if she could ignore the wet feeling in her panties she couldn’t ignore the scent. She couldn’t ignore Dean’s scent either. It was like every sensation in the room was trying to coerce her to lock herself onto his dick again, to make Dean stay there until she was full of his pups as well as his cum.

Christ what is wrong with me, Y/N raked her fingers through her hair, hoping the rough tug of pain would help clear her head; it only reminded her of how Dean liked to pull her hair when he knotted, like he was desperate to cling to something. Fuck! Y/N decided she needed coffee and a clear mind more than she needed to be a good host and let Dean sleep in. If she was gonna spend her whole morning lusting after him anyways, least he could do was get up and fuck her through it. For all she knew this whole episode was some freaky new symptom of her heat and she could reset as soon as her hormones balanced out again. She prayed to God that was true.

Dean stirred while Y/N banged around the kitchen, putting coffee grounds in the filter and filling the carafe with water as obtrusively as she could. When there was nothing else to do with the coffee but wait for it to brew, she let herself peak over her shoulder towards Dean. He had rolled out of bed and was unsteadily making his way onto his feet, erection still standing impressively out from the silhouette of his body against the backlit linen curtains.

“How’s that heat, ‘mega?” Dean grunted, immediately picking up on Y/N’s gaze, and dropping a hand to palm himself over his boxers. Y/N whimpered involuntarily, a gush of slick pooling between her thighs at Dean’s throaty use of the pet name. He stalked toward her, the Alpha instincts in him clearly pushing past the morning fog in pursuit of his goal, the needy Omega melting against the kitchen counter in front of him.

Y/N half screamed, half moaned when Dean grabbed her hard by the arms and spun her away from him, her body slamming into the cold granite and hips pushing back to give him the perfect view of just how soaked her panties were.

“Oh look, what a convenient little toy for me to use.” Dean tugged Y/N’s underwear to the side and slammed his cock in without any further warning.

Dean hung around for a few more hours after his second knot had gone down, just to make  sure that Y/N had definitely absorbed enough of the mating hormone to satiate her heat for this cycle. The post coital breakfast had been awkward. They’d never had to make a real effort at small talk before, only spoke to discuss the logistics of their arrangement or during the come down from Dean’s knots – and usually they dozed or spent the time in a comfortable silence but that didn’t really work in this scenario.

Y/N was sure she came across as distant and uncaring, because she kept getting lost in her own head, trying desperately to sort through the feelings that were starting to worm their way into her thoughts more persistently. Though as the day wore on the uncomfortable desires became easier to brush aside, because Y/N noticed that Dean continually avoided looking at her anytime they were talking.

Maybe she had freaked him out with the whole ‘breeding’ slip up, and now he didn’t feel comfortable continuing their arrangement? Obviously it wouldn’t be ideal for someone in Dean’s position to all the sudden have pups to think about and take care of – particularly with an Omega client. That wouldn’t look good for business, if it got out he was knocking people up. The longer she had her thoughts to herself the more thoroughly Y/N convinced herself that that was what happened. She’d scared Dean off and now she’d have to find a new Alpha to hire for her heats.

Annoyingly, the thought made her a little sad.