oh no I wrote bad destiel a/b/o smut instead of the new chapter for Riptide what am I doinggggg [hides face in hands]
Dean doesnât even know his name.
In fact, he knows nothing about the alpha currently fucking him into the mattress like his life depends on it. It very well might, for all Dean knows. Dean certainly feels that way. Heâs boiling up from the inside and his skin feels too tight, the unscratchable itch inside him clawing away in a desperate need to be bred, fucked, and knotted. It started as a tick in his temple when they made eye contact across the smoky bar and the rims of whiskey glasses, then slowly spread along his entire body until he was leaking in his pants just watching the alpha lick the pearls of leftover whiskey from his lips.
The alpha put the glass down and rounded the bar, eyes never leaving Deanâs, and before Dean knew what was happening they were stumbling lip-on-lip, tongue-on-tongue out of the bar into the parking lot where the alpha pinned Dean against the hood of his car and ground their crotches together. His hands snaked down the back of Deanâs pants to palm to ass, fingers slipping through slick and sweat, and Dean was gone.
There was a taxi involved, he thinks, because driving was too complicated, and a random wad of bills shoved into the waiting driverâs hand since they were too busy mapping out eachotherâs mouths to count exact change.
As soon as the door was locked behind them, the alpha grabbed Dean and hauled him up in his arms so they could continue their filthy grind. It was quick work to rid each other of clothes, neither of them caring when seams ripped and buttons went flying. The alpha stumbled through his apartment with Dean in his arms until they reached what looked like a bedroom. All Dean managed to gasp out was âBreed meâ before he was thrown down onto the mattress and covered in six feet of rutting, delicious-smelling alpha.
The alpha groans something unintelligible into Deanâs neck and thrusts into him so hard the springs squeal and screech in protest. It forces an equally undecipherable moan from Deanâs throat- maybe a plea, maybe a praise- and the alpha growls, raking his teeth over the thin skin of Deanâs collarbone.
A shiver trickles across Deanâs shoulders and he arches his chest into the sensation, into the pleasure-pain of being marked. Somewhere, deep down and underneath the sweaty, begging, and needy omega, Dean knows he should be ashamed. Heâs always been so careful, never even let an alpha look at him the wrong way for fear of becoming the bitch his father always sees him as, but now heâs too far gone to care about anything other than how good the alphaâs dick feels inside him, how it soothes the fire and scratches that itch.
Sounds fall unbidden from Deanâs flushed lips, whines and whimpers he wouldnât dream of making if he was sane. The alpha swallows them all greedily, licking into Deanâs slack mouth like he wants to catch them before they escape. Dean tries to kiss back, but nothingâs ever felt like this, not even the vibrator wrapped in socks and tucked in the darkest part of his duffel, and the most he can do is dig his fingers into the alpha's back and plead soundlessly for more.
The alphaâs nimble fingers press into Deanâs skin, leaving bruises and scratches but cooling the heat washing across his body. The places where their bodies touch are damp and slippery with sweat and the precum thatâs dripped from Deanâs cock to smear across their bellies.
âAlpha,â Dean whimpers, and if he wasnât already flushed red with lust he would blush at his tone and the corniness of it all. âPlease.â
Dean receives no verbal response, all he gets is another guttural growl and a nip to his windpipe that makes Dean squirm on his cock.
A throbbing ache starts to set in next to the blinding pleasure, almost unnoticeable under the sensation of being full. It takes a few strokes, a few ragged breaths, a few thundering heartbeats to realize what it is.
The alphaâs knot is swelling.
Dean moans loudly at the realization and grinds down with each of the alphaâs upward thrusts, desperate for something he has always found slightly repulsive. He wants the tight stretch of being knotted and the warmth of being bred more than heâs wanted anything in his life. He canât even find a sliver of himself thatâs embarrassed, heâs all desire and want now.
As the alphaâs strokes become more and more erratic and the ache grows stronger and stronger, a cool hand worms itâs way between their rolling bodies and wraps around Deanâs swollen dick. Dean cries out and twists under the alpha, suddenly not knowing whether to fuck down onto the cock inside him or up into the hand around him.
A soft, clever thumb strokes across Deanâs slit and his eyes snap open to find the alphaâs piercing gaze directly on him. Itâs mesmerizing, but blinding, and as much as he wants to, Dean canât look away from what feels like being laid bare and stripped of all his defenses. Â
Then, the alpha hisses the the first understandable words of the night against Deanâs lips. âCome for me.â
It starts as a tingling pooling in the base of Deanâs spine that blossoms out to settle into everywhere from the tip of his tongue to the creases in his palm. Then, suddenly, it snaps, and Dean is coming all over the alphaâs stomach and hand. The edges of his vision blur and his head spins, but heâs not out of it enough to miss the moment when the alphaâs hips stop snapping and the knot locks them together.
As Deanâs orgasm ends, the alphaâs begins. Dean feels the alphaâs cock twitch once, twice, then warmth is painting his insides. Instinct demands that he clench around the knot inside him, milking it for all itâs worth despite how tired he is. The alpha drops his head to Deanâs collarbone and moans, hips working in tiny circles as he fucks himself through it. He gently takes the flesh of Deanâs shoulder in his mouth and works it between his teeth as he comes down, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave indents that will surely last for hours, if not days, to come.
They lay there catching their breath for what feels like an eternity, Deanâs head dropped back against his pillow and the alphaâs forehead resting on his shoulder, before one of them stirs.
Itâs the alpha that moves first. With a grunt, he lifts himself off Dean and grabs for his leg, hauling it up when he finds it. For one terrifying moment, Dean thinks heâs going to pull out, knot be damned, but all he does is a sort of awkward roll under Deanâs knee as he pushes Dean the opposite way. It ends with Dean being cradled up against the alphaâs chest, which he would normally be opposed to if not for how cold the rapidly cooling sweat on his skin leaves him feeling.
âCastiel,â the alpha says into Deanâs ear, voice quiet but rough in the way that voices get after sex.
âThatâs my name. Castiel.â He pauses to lick the shell of Deanâs ear, humming happily when Deanâs shivers. âI thought I should introduce myself.â
Castiel. Dean rolls the name over in his head and finds that it inexplicably dredges up feelings of joy from his sex-sated body. It also resounds startlingly close to the sensation of home, of feeling safe and protected and loved, which is something Dean never had.
âDean,â Dean finally says. âIâm Dean.â
