Mine

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader 
Rating: 18+
Tags: omegaverse, possessive omega, jealousy, angst, smut 
Word Count: 2.5k
Photo Credit: @katbratsupernaturalwhore and Google – I do not own the photo op pics

A/N: Written for Sydney’s July commission! She gave me Jensen and A/B/O so I have given her this – hope you love it babe!

Your foot snaps against the linoleum tiles as yet another shell-shocked Omega girl is ushered away from your mate by a volunteer. All he’d done was hug her during the stupid photo and you could instantly smell the slick leaking into her panties. What an utter slut, you think derisively, checking your watch for what feels like the millionth time in the last half hour. Only ten more minutes left for the photo ops and then you get Jensen back to yourself. You can wait that long. 

You think. 

Looking up from your wrist to check the line again you see a guy at the front now, and watch curiously as he approaches Jensen, hand outstretched with confidence. This guy radiates Alpha. He also radiates ‘Winchester’, which you’re sure is by design. When he throws his arm around Jensen for their picture he looks like he could play Sam and Dean’s younger brother, or at least their cousin. You smile happily, thinking it’s nice to see guys here on their own and not just being dragged along behind deranged fangirls all intent on sleeping with your mate. 

But your smile drops when you catch sight of Jensen’s fingers curling closely around the guy’s waist, burrowing into the flannel. And your stony expression turns murderous when you scent more pheromones in the air – distinctly Alpha ones. For fuck’s sake, is everyone at this convention trying to take your mate’s knot up the ass? At least they’re not Jensen’s scents, you try to comfort yourself as the fake Winchester files off only to be replaced by a new Omega girl who’s already leaking like a faucet from the smell of her. How does Jensen stand taking photos with this walking parade of raging hormones? 

Deciding you can’t take another second of this onslaught to your olfactory senses you grab your phone off the table by the photographer’s equipment and turn to go. As you pick it up you catch sight of one of the monitors Chris is using to check the pictures before he sends the occupants off to collect them. On the screen you can see an image of Jensen and this simpering girl, Jensen clutching her to his chest, her head buried in his t-shirt. It would be a sweet photo if it didn’t make your blood boil. You storm off without looking back at Jensen, positive you can’t stomach the sight of another Omega in his arms right now.

Despite not telling him where you were going, your mate finds you in your hotel room relatively quickly after his photo op has ended. 

“Hey baby,” Jensen’s arms wrap around your waist and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t see you leave, I missed you.” 

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “I’m sure you were so lonely.” You can practically feel Jensen roll his eyes behind you. This isn’t a new argument, but you can’t help yourself. 

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this,” Jensen groans. “I love the fans but none of them mean anything to me like that. None of them are you,” he squeezes your hand in his, pulling your chin up to look you in the eyes. You had tried not to let Jensen’s words melt your icy mood but staring into his eyes now, bright and earnest, starts to thaw you out. 

“They all wanted you,” you complain. “It smelled like a strip club with all the pheromones flying around out there.” 

“Hey, I can’t help my good looks,” Jensen laughs. “It’s why you love me, really.” He throws you a wink and you can’t help but giggle, smacking his chest lightly to show you haven’t totally forgotten your annoyance yet. “Baby, you know I’m yours, no matter how many crazy fangirls line themselves up – I will always be yours.” Jensen’s thumb brushes against the small scar at the base of your throat, his claim mark, and you shiver despite the heat of the day. 

“Damn straight you’re mine.” Your hand closes over his, pressing his hand into your scar and pushing his fingertips to wrap around the back of your neck. “Am I’m never gonna let you forget that mister.” 

“Never dreamed you would,” he smiles and pulls you into a kiss. 

You don’t want to let your agitated mood drop so quickly but it’s hard to stay mad when Jensen’s lips are on yours; when his hands are crushing you to his chest in such a complete demonstration of possession… when you feel his cock starting to harden behind his jeans. A groan slips past your lips when you catch the scent of his arousal, deep and smoky like that whiskey you always share on your anniversary, and you comfort yourself in the knowledge that amidst the sea of pheromones you’d been wading through downstairs, Jensen’s scent had never been present. His arousal was for you, and you alone. 

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby,” you say against his lips, using his answering laugh as an opportunity to curl your tongue inside and around his own. 

“What do I smell like, sweetheart?” Jensen pulls back with a wry smile, intent on teasing you. 

“Like mine,” you growl, the word reverberating in your throat, seeping into your veins, into your skin. Jensen’s eyes darken, and an answering growl rumbles through his chest. You surge forward and push him back onto the bed, climbing over his body before he even has the chance to settle on the goose-feather comforter. “My Alpha,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck near his own mating gland and inhale, filling your lungs with him. Unconsciously, your teeth scrape over his throat and Jensen moans, his hips bucking into you insistently. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” he moans, continuing to grind his hips up and into yours. “Yours ‘mega, all yours.” He pulls your lips back to his and you go willingly, letting him take the lead for a moment and devour you. Your world turns upside down when he pulls that trick he’s so proud of and spins you beneath him. You drag your hands down his body, feeling the bulge of his shoulders, his arms, tracing from his chest down to his hips and teasing your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. 

“Off,” you grunt into your kiss and he sits back, immediately confused. 

“Everything okay?” Jensen checks worriedly and you roll your eyes. 

“I meant take your shirt off, doofus, not ‘get off me’.” 

“Oh. Good,” Jensen nods and pulls both his shirts off in one go, leaving you with a stunning view of his tanned and freckled torso. You reach your hands out to run them through the scattering of chest hair he’s let grow back in, and use it to yank him back down on top of you. “Ow!” he shouts, landing on your chest and glaring up at you. 

“Mine,” is your only response as you drag his face back to yours. Jensen starts to tug on your clothes, forcing you apart to pull your top over your head, and you use the momentary distraction to unbalance him and shove him back onto the mattress so you can get on top again. You start at his throat, kissing and licking your way down over every inch of bare skin you can find, all while fumbling with his belt and the button on his jeans. 

You finally manage to get his jeans open, and you pull yourself up so you can look him straight in the eye. “Mine,” you whisper again, dragging your nails down his chest hard enough to leave behind red streaks that fade just as quickly as they appear – only a temporary mark of your claim. You fingers dig into the waistbands of his remaining clothes and you begin to peel them down his legs, still never breaking eye contact. Jensen’s cock lands on his stomach, twitching as you once again dig your nails into his skin on your journey downwards. 

When you’ve discarded the last of his clothes you quickly strip out of your own and rejoin him on the bed, this time kissing your way up his legs instead of down his chest, all the while chanting “mine”. You want to mark him with it, press it into his skin, inject it into his veins. He’s your drug, and you want to be his. At the point where his thigh meets his hip you pause, tongue and teeth seeking out the softest part of him. You concentrate your violence on this one spot, drawing the blood to the surface and staining him with your ardour. From the corner of your eye you see his cock twitch again, a small trail of slick spilling onto his skin. 

You’re drawn to the shine, mouth watering as you scoop the head of his cock between your lips with nothing but your tongue. Jensen’s moan echoes down his body and you feel it where your head is resting against his hip. You pull off a little and lick around and around the tip, pressing your tongue to the spot just under the head that makes him tense up every time you touch it. 

You sit up, and use your hand instead of your mouth, massaging the same skin you just left nice and slick. Finding that one spot again you squeeze a little, loving the feeling of his cock jumping in your hand. You roll your thumb across it, pressing the tip of your nail against him and Jensen’s eyes shoot open with a surprised whine bleeding through his lips. 

“Fucking hell woman,” he sort of laughs, but it dies in his throat in favour of another moan when you press your nail in again. 

“Mine,” you grin, and then you bend to suck him as far down your throat as you can. Jensen’s big, and you never manage to take him all the way down, but you can feel the stirrings of a knot starting to press up into the base of his cock and your lips can just about make it that far. You bring your hand up to wrap around the length that doesn’t fit, massaging the growing bulge that you can feel working it’s way higher. You know if you want him to be able to get his knot inside you, you need to work quickly. Pulling off with a gasp you place one last lick right over his slit, making him hiss from the sensitivity. 

You shift your hips so they’re hovering directly over his and drop down, running his cock through the slick that’s positively dripping from your folds. You ride the flat of his dick, leaning down so the head catches on your clit every time you bump past it, small gasps escaping your lips with every touch. 

“Anytime you wanna put it in baby, just let me know,” Jensen pants, grabbing handfuls of your ass in an effort to get more pressure where he wants it. You giggle, happy that your ploy to make him desperate for you is working. 

“Oh believe me,” you purr, dropping a small kiss to his lips, “I intend to use every inch of what’s mine.” You lift your hips and reach down to grab hold of him, lining up to sink back on top of him. You both groan at the feel of him sliding inside of you, your pussy squeezing around him with every beat of your pulse. 

“Well, good thing you’ve got a lot of inches to work with then,” Jensen grins cockily, and you give him a long, suffering stare. 

“Don’t make me question our entire relationship. I’m trying to enjoy myself here.” 

“Don’t let me stop you, baby girl,” Jensen smiles even wider until you squeeze yourself around him as hard as you can and he chokes on a moan. 

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk, and you start to move your hips on top of him earnestly. Your thighs start to burn quickly with your punishing pace but you keep fucking him hard and fast. He feels so fucking good inside you, stretching your walls more and more as his knot continues to grow and you fight to sink it inside of you. Jensen is meeting you thrust for thrust, pistoning his hips up into yours, his feet wedged into the mattress under his knees to give himself more leverage. The angle is doing wonders for your impending orgasm. 

“That’s it baby girl, keep fuckin’ me,” Jensen growls, fingers pressing into the meat of your hips so tightly you know it will leave a bruise, and you’re again struck with the desire to mark him too. “Look so fucking pretty, just using my cock to get yourself off. This what you wanted when you made me yours? Just after a dick you could claim as your own?” 

“Fuck, Jensen,” you whine, feeling yourself nearing the edge as his knot presses harder against your entrance. 

“You gonna cum ‘mega? Cum all over your Alpha’s cock?” 

“Shit, yes, Jensen, yes!” A ragged scream leaves you as he shoves his knot inside of your cunt and you come undone around him, the extra stretch exactly what you needed to pull your finish out of you. 

“Fuck baby, so hot,” he gasps, breathless as he continues to fuck into you with sharp, solid thrusts. “Cum on this cock of yours, ‘mega, all yours.” Growling, Jensen stills suddenly, back arched and rigid, eyes screwed up tight. You can feel his knot pop inside of you, cum shooting deep and warm into your body. You close your eyes too, basking in the pleasant feeling of being so thoroughly connected to someone. 

When Jensen’s muscles ease and his hips start to droop you follow him back down to the bed, curling against his chest as he hugs you to him, pressing little kisses to the top of your head while he catches his breath. “I love you Y/N,” he sighs happily, rubbing his hand absentmindedly up and down your back. You grin into his chest, snuggling in closer and pressing a kiss of your own into his skin. 

“Love you too, Jay,” you smile. Jensen’s thumb finds your claiming scar again, brushing over it back and forth, soothingly. 

“You know,” he starts, thinking out loud, thumb still playing across the base of your throat. “There’s one way you could really make sure everyone knows I’m yours. The way everyone knows you’re mine.” You look up to him, surprised, understanding immediately what he means. 

“Really?” you ask skeptically. “You want me to claim you?” A swoop of delight dances through your stomach at the thought of putting something that visible on him. 

“Why not? As you’ve been so eloquently putting it all night, I’m already yours. Why shouldn’t people be allowed to see that?” 

“Because the make-up girls will murder me,” you giggle, fingertips splayed over his neck where a claiming mark would go. 

“Screw ‘em,” Jensen shrugs, eyes sparkling. You nod slowly, letting the feeling of euphoria sink in as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You kiss, and lick and tease against his skin, letting your teeth out to scrape against the vein you can practically hear pulsing beneath the surface. With a deep breath you draw back your lips and bare your teeth, whispering between you as you bite down. 

“Mine.”