Can’t Tie Me Down – Ch 5 / 6

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: NONCON (somnophilia with no prior consent and then coercion when she wakes up), Omegaverse, prostitution, John is not a nice dude, cum play, daddy kink, degradation (towards Omegas in general and towards Dean) 
Word Count: 2.9k

John was lying comfortably in Y/N’s bed, her cunt still warm and wet around his cock as she slept off the come down from their first knotting. They’re spooned together gently, Y/N snuggled back into the crook of his arms, and John’s hand resting chastely upon her shoulder over the sheet covering her body. No more skin to skin contact than necessary. The consummate professional. And John hated it. 

His skin was crawling and his lip was twitching and he could feel every single bead of sweat pooling on his skin and rolling into the crevice between his body and Y/N’s. He was fighting every minuscule urge to move, to adjust his body where his hip was going numb from lack of blood flow and wind up pressed closer to the poor little Omega against him. The poor little Omega who was still in heat; who was shivering against him now and pressing her hips back into John’s cock and fuck, that’s it. He was done playing nice. 

Carefully, John peeled back the sheet that lay over them and bared Y/N’s body to his sight. She truly was beautiful; sleeping here against him, arms pillowed under her head, hair fanned out over her brown. He reached over her and brushed the hair from her face. Her brow gave a small twitch under his fingers and he stilled, wondering if she was going to wake – but she didn’t. 

Y/N’s ass was still pressed firmly against John’s hips, his cock wedged inside her even though his knot had long since released and he’d softened considerably. When he peeked down, John caught sight of a glisten. A shining, tender thread of his issue was dripping its way down her thigh and onto the bed beneath them. He felt his cock begin to stir again. Without thinking he reached down to slip a finger through it, gathering the sticky liquid and raising his hand to look at its reflections in the dim light of the bedside lamp. 

A wicked thought came into his mind. Slowly, John brought his fingertips down across Y/N’s body and came to rest them tenderly against a nipple, pebbled and dark pink in the chill of the room. He began to play, cautiously, using his cum to glide his fingers around and around in light little circles until her nipple was standing hard away from her breast, like it was reaching out to John’s hand once it pulled away. 

His cock was definitely well on its way to hard now, even more thrilled by the fact that he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. But how could John be expected to control himself? A ripe Omega curled against him, still nursing his cock between her legs, stretched out naked and gorgeous all for him. Even a good man would cave – and John never claimed to be a good man. He knew what he was and what he liked. He liked having someone under his complete control, helpless to the pleasure he could give them at his hands. Even if they started scared, they were begging for it by the end. 

Y/N would be begging for it soon enough. 

John shifted experimentally, easing himself into Y/N so he was as far in as he could get. Another stream of cum leaked out from between their legs and John reached down to retrieve it, noting the small shiver that ran through Y/N’s leg when his hand brushed over it. This time John brought the cum to her mouth. He dragged it lightly against the small gap between her lips, where short, quivering sighs were beginning to escape now that he’d begun to slowly rock their lower bodies together. The liquid pooled against her lower lip and even in unconsciousness her tongue darted out to catch it. 

John shuddered when Y/N’s tongue touched his finger, and he couldn’t resist pushing his luck. He quickly scooped up more of his release from between their bodies and put his fingers back to her mouth, this time pushing them past her lips ever so slightly. He was thrilled when her tongue drew forwards again and pulled his fingers further into her mouth. She sucked at him greedily, like a baby with a pacifier, and John fed his fingers as deep as they would go without choking her. Whatever happened, he didn’t want her to wake yet. 

With Y/N nursing hungrily on his cum coated fingers, John had gone rock hard. He could feel the walls of her cunt pulsing hot and tight around his length and he began to grind into Y/N in earnest. John pressed himself forward so they were touching head to heel, and he pulled one long leg up and over her to give himself better leverage to fuck into Y/N without rocking her too much. He almost felt like he was trembling – though with the effort of fucking or with the thrill of just how fucked up what he was doing was – he couldn’t be sure, and he wasn’t particularly concerned to identify. 

Y/N was so fucking wet. Fucking her was easy with how much cum he’d left behind in their first round. On every thrust, it felt like she was pulling him into her, the heat and moisture sucking him in on every plunge forward. Y/N was starting to make little noises in her sleep. John was surprised she hadn’t woken up yet but he was glad she hadn’t. The idea that even unconscious, this Omega was so desperate for another knot, so wanton in her desire that she was moaning and rocking back against his cock… it was intoxicating. 

“That’s right, bitch,” John grunted softly against the back of Y/N’s neck. “Keep moanin’ for Daddy like a good little slut.” 

John braced his arm and leg on the mattress on the other side of Y/N’s body and began to roll her onto her front. He took a moment to balance himself above her and check she hadn’t woken. She stirred a little and her ass wiggled as she adjusted her hips but her eyes stayed closed. They wouldn’t stay that way for long. John was enjoying the slack compliance but he didn’t want to get off like this with slow grinds and gentle touches. He wanted to fucking show Y/N how Omegas were meant to be used, how they were meant to be fucked. And no way could anyone sleep through that. 

On his hands and knees, John drew out to adjust Y/N beneath him. He nudged her ass higher and spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her dripping pussy. Her own slick and his cum was shining all the way down the skin of her thighs, and John reached out to tease his fingers through the mess, dragging them up from her entrance to the smaller hole that was already glistening from where she’d leaked across it. He teased the tip of his finger around in circles and then pressed the pad of his thumb flat against the small pucker, threatening to dip inside. 

A small moan broke through Y/N’s lips and John could tell she was climbing back to consciousness. Before she could resist, John slammed his cock back inside her with a grunt and began to fuck her in deep, rolling thrusts. His hands were clamped over her wrists to keep her still, and this turned out to be a wise decision because when Y/N woke with a cry she immediately began thrashing against the weight on top of her. 

“No!” Y/N shouted. “Wha– stop! No, plea–” she was clearly confused, and she sounded terrified. John fucked against her again, and he swore he felt himself twitch inside her cunt. She sounded delicious when she was scared. 

“Shh, shh ‘mega,” John tried to calm her so she’d stop fighting him so hard. “Sh, s’only me, s’just Daddy,” he breathed against her ear. 

“John?” Y/N seemed to remember who she’d gone to bed with now. “Wh– what are you doing to me?”

“I’m just takin’ care of you, ‘mega,” John grunted, still fucking into her sharply, drawing surprised little whimpers from her every time he pulled out and the head of his cock teased across the sensitive spot inside her. “I woke up and your heat was back real bad. You were all shaky and hot and whimpering like it hurt. I couldn’t just leave you like that, sweetheart.” John kissed the back of her head as he spoke, spinning his lies in the hopes that he could excuse his unprofessional behaviour. 

“Was I?” Y/N questioned, trailing off into a whine. “It, it doesn’t feel really bad right now.” 

“That’s because you’ve got Daddy’s big Alpha cock stuffed inside this greedy little hole a’yours,” John grinned. “Told ya, Daddy took care of it. Now you just be a good Omega and let me knot this pretty little pussy again like you need, yeah?” John rolled his hips in a way he knew would drive her crazy and was pleased when he was met with a desperate groan. “You want Daddy to knot you again, sweetheart?” 

Y/N wriggled beneath him. To an inexperienced observer it would look like Y/N was trying to fuck herself back onto John’s cock, and if anyone were to ask John would tell them that’s exactly what happened, but he knew better. He knew this was Y/N trying to get away from him. She was scared – he could smell the fear in her scent as he buried his face in her neck, teeth scraping threateningly over her mating gland. Y/N whimpered, clearly frightened and continued to struggle, so John pulled one of his hands from her wrist and placed it purposefully at the nape of her neck. His long fingers could wrap around easily to her veins, threatening to cut off the blood flow. 

“I said,” John growled low against her ear, “you want Daddy’s knot you little slut?” 

“Um, ye– yeah,” Y/N stuttered, nodding, but John wasn’t satisfied with that. He gave her a swift slap on the ass and she jolted forward against the pillows. 

“What do you say when you want something, baby girl?” John grunted cruelly. 

“Please,” Y/N whined. John landed another smack on the round flesh beneath him. “Please knot me, Alpha.” Another smack. “Please Daddy,” Y/N was sobbing now as John pounded repeatedly into her at an angle he knew was dragging her closer and closer to her edge, right along with him. 

“Good girl,” John panted through gritted teeth. 

Dean was sat at his desk, checking through his schedule, and was once again disappointed to not see Y/N’s name there. It should have been her heat this week, if the last emergency incident had reset her cycle, which is what triggered heats like that were supposed to do. But maybe it hadn’t worked like that for her? Not everyone’s bodies followed the rules, he supposed. 

A sharp laugh from the other side of the room interrupted Dean’s train of thought, and he looked up to see Sam grinning at his laptop. 

“Care to share with the class, Sammy?” Dean asked. He could do with a laugh right about now. 

“Oh uh, it’s nothing,” Sam shook his head and clicked his mouse, like he was going to hide the page on his screen. 

“Nah, c’mon Sammy, what’s got you drinkin’ giggle juice?” Dean pushed away from his desk to circle around behind Sam’s and spy on his computer. 

“Seriously, Dean, it’s nothing. You won’t think it’s funny,” Sam tried to put him off again but Dean was in the mood to push a little today. He was on edge, and he needed somewhere to channel that – riling up Sam was usually a satisfactory outlet, especially since lately their spats had been descending into punch ups. 

“What? Were you looking at gay porn or something?” Dean scoffed and pulled the mouse away from Sam, clicking on the one minimised window in Sam’s toolbar. The messaging app they all used on their phones and computers popped up, and Sam had a conversation with their dad open at the top.

Dean shook his head, he should have known. His father and brother were complete assholes. 

“Classy, Sam,” Dean scoffed, minimising the window again so he didn’t have to look at the insulting conversation. 

“Hey, I told you you wouldn’t think it was funny,” Sam held up his hands in a goading defence. “You just had to shove your big head into it.” 

“Shut up,” Dean rolled his eyes and returned to his seat but Sam followed him. That was never a good sign. 

“You’re not curious who we were talking about?” Sam prodded. 

“Nope.” Dean popped the end of the word and tried to remain disinterested, though he could feel his heart ratcheting up in his chest. It wasn’t unusual for all three of them to have been with the same client. Some people just booked whoever was available at the time, they didn’t care who it was. And with a fairly small staff, there were some regulars who had knotted with every Alpha on their books. Those messages didn’t necessarily mean it was… 

“From the sounds of it Dad had a good time with her,” Sam dropped himself on the edge of Dean’s desk and crossed his arms, grinning down at his older brother. 

“Sam,” Dean growled a warning, his brother’s name rattling in the back of his throat. 

“Poor Y/N must be so worn out after her last few sessions with a real Alpha,” Sam sneered. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Dean leapt from his chair and slammed his fist into Sam’s jaw. He was livid. It was bad enough Sam and his father talked down about Omegas, never mind Dean himself, all the time – but Y/N? That was too far for Dean. Plus, if Sam was to be believed and he and John were actually texting about Y/N, and it wasn’t just Sam saying shit to make him angry, that meant that John had somehow kept Y/N from booking in with Dean again and had gone to visit her himself. What a bag of dicks. 

A small voice in the back of Dean’s head offered the possibility that maybe it wasn’t that John had ‘stolen’ Y/N from him, maybe Y/N had asked for someone other than Dean. Maybe he had utterly screwed himself over with those idiotic voicemails that made him sound like some lovesick eunuch. But Dean decided to drown out that particular inner monologue with the sound of his fists connecting with Sam’s face. Sam fought back quickly, tackling Dean to the floor and smacking the back of his head into the freshly waxed hardwood. 

“What’s wrong Dean? Don’t like hearing about your girl getting fucked like she deserves?” Sam spit, the words ‘your girl’ brimming with venom. “Don’t like hearing that she’s not so special, she’s just another slut like all the rest of ‘em?” 

“Shut up!” Dean growled, getting his legs around Sam’s waist and trying to flip them over but crashing them into the side of a desk instead. 

“Creative come back, Dean,” Sam laughed coldly, grappling with Dean’s weight trying to cut off his air. “You definitely don’t sound like a twelve year old girl.” 

“I’m gonna kill you,” Dean grunted, blocking a jab from Sam that narrowly missed his eye. 

“I’m gonna kill you both if you don’t stop acting like fucking teenagers,” John’s voice boomed above them, starling the brothers apart. They both lay on the floor panting, staring up at their father cautiously. “What the fuck has gotten into you two?” 

“It’s what we’ve got into Dad,” Sam informed John matter of factly. “Dean didn’t like the fact that his precious little Omega crush is begging for cock but it’s not his.” 

“Sam, if you say one more word–” 

“Boys!” John interrupted harshly. “Dean, this is insane. You’re getting all defensive over a fucking Omega? And one that, from what you’ve told me, doesn’t fucking want an Alpha! So what fuck are you even doing?” 

“I–” Dean’s protest got caught in his throat. As much as it hurt, he had to admit John was right. He was acting like Y/N was somehow his property, which is everything that he knew she hated about her status as an Omega. And he didn’t have any indication that she’d feel differently if that Alpha was Dean. Sure he had fallen head over heels but Y/N had never returned his calls, had never said anything outside of sex to make him think that there was something more going on for her. He’d been such a fucking idiot. 

“I’m done listening to you boys fight over some fucking pussy. Dean, either man up and go ask the girl what she wants or move the fuck on and stop taking it out on your brother.” 

“Yes, sir,” Dean agreed weakly. He knew John was right. He had to go ask Y/N what she wanted.