To You I Belong | SPN | Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

13 - Disconcerting

Potentially Triggering Content

This chapter introduces past infertility issues, including suggestions of a miscarriage/chemical pregnancy, and Dean experiencing brief flashbacks of that night with Ritchie.

Please proceed with caution, and enjoy!

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"Ritchie, stop! Please!"

That phrase. That shrill in your voice. The desperation as your cheek scratched over a damn blanket that wasn't even there made Dean's stomach churn.

The three-seater sofa he'd once admired wasn't as soft as he'd first thought. It'd left bruises around your hips where your skin hit its edge.

He had a front row view of everything Dick had ever done to you, and those events continued to play over in Dean's mind every second, minute, hour, and subsequent knot.

"So tight," his inner alpha said, on the third one, raising your thigh up to give himself better leverage to get deeper.

His cum. Your slick. There wasn't much left in you, but a younger version of himself would believe there were gallons of the stuff.

Most of it had dribbled down your leg and pooled beneath you on the now saturated sheets, blending into what was originally a sheen of sweat from your fever and the flames from a once glorious fire that had since become a pile of embers.

The stretch as he pulled himself out of you made the pressure at the root of his cock burn hotter than it had earlier when he'd secured the cabin. But it wasn't the only burning sensation he was experiencing.

A blunt force from a phantom object stretched the skin just below the edge of his sack. It didn't take an idiot to know it mirrored a similar movement his own knot made, catching on your inner lips on its re-entry into your warm core.

His alpha rolled you over, forcing your chest, stomach and pelvis into the mattress as he spread Dean's weight on top of you. His knees and toes dug into the cushioning below, trying to get back in as deep as your cervix would allow.

"That's it 'mega," he cooed. "Gonna fill you up. We'll make sure it sticks this time."

Dean was mortified his alpha would be so cruel, but a fresh wave of slick gushed through the sliver of air separating your bodies, and "S'my girl," came from his mouth next. His alpha, too engrossed to notice the split second of heartache that had come with it all.

But Dean did, and you'd never reacted like that before during sex. You'd never been in heat with him until now, either, and his gut churned again even though his limbs buzzed with wanton.

Every nerve in him tingled with warmth. From the tips of his fingers that were grasping at the bedding, to his ass cheeks, exposed and taut from the motion of his groin dragging his cockhead through your centre.

That sweet build up tugged at him, wanting him to let go, and he wanted it, too.

He needed it.

His alpha wasn't an asshole, not as much as Dick was, at least. Dean knew it cared for you, just as he did. But the sooner he came, the sooner he'd be in control again, and the sooner he'd be able to apologise for what his damn alpha had said to you.

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His dick, while it'd deflated, had slipped out of you during his sleep, and he now sported a semi. It was also dripping cum all over the place, and things were...sticky. More so than he'd remembered.