Can’t Tie Me Down – Ch 4/6

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader 
Rating: 18+
Tags: Omegaverse, prostitution, oral (m rec), rough sex, knotting, surprise Daddy kink (lol)
Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Sorry this is a day late! My puppy wasn’t a fan of me writing instead of playing with him yesterday.

“Hi, I’d like to make a booking for Dean Winchester? I tried his direct line but the mailbox was full,” the girl on the end of the line sounded sheepish. Of fucking course Dean’s voicemail box was full, John thought to himself derisively. Dean was the most popular escort for sure, but the boy had to learn some organisational skills one of these days. 

“I’m sorry about that darling,” John smiled cordially down the end of the phone. “I’d be happy to book you in, let me just pull up his schedule.” 

“Oh, thanks,” the girl sighed in relief. 

“What was your name again?” John asked as he opened Dean’s calendar on his computer. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” The name made John pause. That was the name of the girl Dean had supposedly sparked feelings for, wasn’t it? 

“And when were you looking to make the appointment for?” John pressed on. 

“Um, it would be four weeks from today, I guess,” Y/N sounded a little dejected. Based on what he’d heard Dean and Sam saying about this girl that made sense – it didn’t sound like she was thrilled at the idea of needing to sleep with an Alpha once a month. 

“Oh I’m so sorry sweetheart, Dean is already booked up that week,” John smiled crookedly at Dean’s relatively clear schedule on the screen in front of him. 

John was intrigued by this girl, Y/N. He’d rarely seen his boys come to blows since they outgrew high school and hormones. She must be pretty special to have them both so hard up for her, and John really couldn’t resist finding out just how special she was. 

“Oh, okay, um… is anyone else available?” Y/N asked hesitantly. “Except, maybe not Sam, please, if that’s alright,” she added nervously. That piqued John’s interest even more. Sam had said Y/N was dripping for him, the perfect bitch – so what had happened that she didn’t want to see him again?

“Well, if you don’t mind someone a little more… experienced, let’s say, I’m free that week?” John offered playfully. He was happy when Y/N laughed lightly. It was a pretty sound. 

“Age before beauty, isn’t it?” she teased him back, and John decided he liked this one. 

“The twentieth okay then, Y/N?” John proceeded to fill out the booking, but he used a fake name so Sam and Dean wouldn’t recognise the entry if they saw it. 

“That’s perfect, yeah,” Y/N confirmed. 

“Can’t wait.”

The twentieth approached all too quickly for Y/N’s liking. It felt like she’d barely escaped her last heat before the next one had crept up on her. But at least she had a plan this time. It had been stupid to think she could just skip through a heat without any help. She hadn’t even gotten herself a knotting toy like she knew some people used. What kind of idiot just sat there and waited for it to go away? She should have known that wouldn’t work. And her stubbornness had landed her in a feral heat begging to get fucked by some Alpha she’d never even met before. 

How fucking embarrassing. 

Sure, Sam had been great. He was kind and generous the whole time, and his cock was just what she’d needed at the time but Y/N was so ashamed of how she’d acted, she knew she could never face seeing him again. The way she’d been with him, how submissive and pathetic… she knew that wasn’t her but Sam didn’t. She didn’t want him to expect that again and be disappointed when she turned out different. It was a weird thing to be self conscious about – what a prostitute thought of your sexual habits – but hey, everyone’s allowed to be self conscious about something, Y/N thought to herself. 

When she’d called the agency back to book in with Dean, she had to say there was a small part of her that was relieved when Dean had been unavailable. The tension she’d been feeling with Dean the last time she saw him, Y/N just wasn’t sure she was ready to face that yet – or if she ever would be. So starting fresh with another Alpha was something she was looking forward to. Plus, she’d looked up John Winchester on the site after she’d made her booking and goddamn. If the man could fuck as good as it looked like he could, Y/N was going to be just fine with a new arrangement. 

A solid knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s train of thought. He was here. Y/N opened the door slowly, nervous now that she was being faced with a new Alpha in person. She supposed it was much easier to feel confident and teasing over the phone. 

John was there on the other side of the door, and when he came into view he fixed Y/N with a crooked smile that emphasised his laugh lines. The grey speckled stubble on his cheeks suited him, just as much as the laugh lines did. His eyes were dark and wild with a youthful energy that was at odds with the rest of his face. There was a streak of mischief behind them, Y/N could tell, and she looked forward to provoking that if she could. 

“Come on in, John,” she waved him into her apartment and John waltzed in like he owned the place and immediately made himself comfortable on the couch. “Can I get you anything?” she asked politely, a little thrown off. 

“How about you tell me what you want outta this?” John leaned forwards, elbows coming to rest on his knees as he looked up at Y/N, appraising. “Dean said you like a bit of roleplay? A bit of rough and tumble?” 

“Um, maybe no roleplay this time,” Y/N just wasn’t sure she had the acting in her today. It had been a long month, and she was tired, and her heat was already starting to cloud her mind with this unfairly attractive Alpha sitting right in front of her. “But definitely the rough and tumble part,” she added, biting her lip a little and working up the confidence to meet John’s eyes. 

“Still the same safeword you use with Dean?” John checked, shrugging off his leather jacket as he stood and flinging it back on the couch. 

“Yep,” Y/N nodded, stepping closer to John. 

“Then get on your fucking knees,” John growled, grabbing the back of Y/N’s neck and forcing her down to the floor in front of him. Y/N dropped, letting John guide her. He kept one hand on her neck, pulling her head back to look up at him while he undid his belt with the other. The older man wasn’t totally hard yet but he was well on his way, and he was already something a lot of Alphas would brag about. 

Y/N licked her lips surreptitiously, the heat in her belly swelling through her chest at the sight of the incredibly tempting cock in front of her, and she spared a moment to think that even if she wasn’t an Omega, she would still want this dick inside her. 

“Yeah that’s it baby girl,” John grinned and brushed his dick across Y/N’s lips. “Can tell how hungry you are for it.” Y/N didn’t answer, didn’t even acknowledge that John had spoken, she just opened her mouth and took John inside. He groaned happily as she suckled on his cock, like she was already trying to milk him for his cum – and really, that was exactly what she was doing. She bet it tasted amazing, if John’s scent was anything to go by.

“Take those panties off,” John grunted, pulling on Y/N’s hair so she had to look him in the eye while he spoke to her. “I wanna see how drippy you’re getting just from having a big Alpha cock down your throat. Can smell you all the way up here,” he sneered. 

Y/N eagerly complied, tugging down her pants and underwear, the  soaked crotch of her panties clearly evident based on how much darker the material between her legs was compared to the rest of the garment. Without John telling her, she started touching herself. He had his eyes closed now, Y/N could see when she glanced up at his face, but he looked down to check what was happening when she started to moan around his cock in her mouth. 

“Knew a slut like you couldn’t resist touching yourself,” John laughed, a sharp edge to his voice. He grabbed Y/N’s head in both his hands and yanked her towards him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, trying to pull back, but she couldn’t fight against John’s strength. “Yeah you’re gonna fucking take it baby girl,” John grunted through clenched teeth. 

Y/N whined and struggled against John but she never used her safe signal. She loved how rough John was being with her, showing her that he was stronger than her, that she didn’t really have a choice in what was happening. That he could do whatever he wanted to her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The harder John thrust himself into her throat the more her jaw ached, and then Y/N realised why. John’s knot was starting to form against her lips. She sucked down on it hard, drawing a grunt from John and an extra deep thrust. 

“Think that cunt is wet enough to take me yet? You touch yourself enough now you little slut?” John pulled Y/N off his cock and she doubled over on her knees, wheezing. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to her feet, then pushed her stumbling towards the bedroom. Y/N understood that this was so they had a place to rest once he’d knotted her, which was evidently going to be soon. 

It didn’t take long for John to get Y/N on the bed with him, both of them naked and rutting together like animals. John rolled Y/N onto her stomach and spread her legs, taking a moment to bury his face in her pussy and suck on the juices she was leaking all over the comforter. 

“Fuck, you taste good Omega.” John’s voice was muffled but Y/N could still discern the sincerity, and she flushed under the flattery. 

“Bet I feel even better,” Y/N managed to choke out amidst her whimpers. She wasn’t going to beg, but if John needed some encouragement to get the fuck inside of her then she was ready to give it. 

“You’re goddamn right you do,” John rasped as he pressed his cock inside of her tight, soft heat. He didn’t ease himself inside, he didn’t need to, Y/N was slippery from her thighs all the way up through her core. Her inner Omega was gushing over John’s cock, easing the way for his knot to slip inside her. 

This must be something that came with the experience John had referred to, because Dean and Sam hadn’t been able to do what he was doing right now. John was actually fucking her with his knot. He hadn’t kept it inside and stuck to short thrusts for a few moments until it popped, he kept pushing it in and out, in and out, stretching Y/N deliciously every time it passed her entrance. John was able to fuck it in just far enough to press right against the sensitive spot inside her at the top of every thrust and holy shit Y/N had never been fucked like this. She had passed the point of coherent phrases, and could barely put together coherent words anymore beyond ‘fuck’ and ‘Alpha.’

“That’s right ‘mega, cum for me, cum for your Alpha baby girl,” John growled against her ear and bit lightly, dragging his teeth down her throat. 

“Alpha,” Y/N whined desperately. She couldn’t help using the title, her body was calling out for everything John could give her. She needed his knot, needed his seed inside her. 

John locked his knot inside her pussy and thrust, short and sharp into her sweet spot until Y/N was screaming out around him and squeezing his knot until it popped and a rush of warm cum pooled inside her. 

“Good girl,” John moaned as he pumped his hips shallowly against hers. “Good ‘mega,” he whispered in her ear, brushing her hair to the side and dropping a kiss against her mating gland. 

Y/N was exhausted, unexpectedly worn out by her orgasm, and she felt her eyelids start to flutter closed. John rolled them both onto their sides and pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed up and over their still interlocked bodies. “You sleep baby girl,” John whispered, placing another light kiss at the back of her neck. “Daddy’ll be right here when you wake up.”