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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years

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Who’s Your Daddy Now

Title: Who’s Your Daddy Now (pt. 2 of Spring Break)

Pairing: Dean x Black!reader, Sam, Trevante, Rufus

Word Count: 2339

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, language

A/N: Part 2 of Spring Break. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me! This fic is for all my black girls who love Supernatural but don’t get a chance to see themselves in the show or in fanfic.

Was this what death felt like? Your heart was thundering in your chest, blood was pumping, and you had sweat rolling down in crevices you didn’t even want to think about. You always thought you would go out by hunting down some big bad monster or demon, but not this way. What or more likely, who was responsible for your near-death experience? Your best friend, Trevante fucking Rhodes. You wanted to get in better shape for graduation and your upcoming training at Quantico, but you should have known better than to ask the UT track star to help you train.

Giving you a blinding smile, Tre asked, “You good?” You slowly turned your head toward your friend and gave him the signature Turner scowl, “Fuck you, nigga!” Trevante doubled over in laughter, so you did the only reasonably thing: you twirled your mostly dried towel and whipped it across Tre’s sweat sheened covered back. “Ouch,” Trevante actually jumped, “What the hell, Y/N?” You stuck out your tongue, “That’s what you get for laughing at me when I was having a heart attack.” “Oh Tre, could you pretty please train me? I wanna look good as fuck in my graduation dress and I want a faster time for my two miles for my Quantico training,” Trevante attempted to mimic you when you asked for his help. Dramatically rolling your eyes, “Whatever I don’t sound like that.”

After a couple of more jokes, Trevante started walking you back to your house off-campus, stating that it was too dangerous for you to walk alone. While you two strolled back, you discussed about how he got stopped to audition for an acting role and if he really wanted to pursue an acting career. “Ya know, if I make out in LA then maybe you could come out there and be a big shot FBI agent,” Trevante said in his southern drawl as his hand reached for yours to intertwined. Ever since you broke up with Trent’s trifling ass, Trevante was making his feelings for you known even more, and a couple of weeks ago, you wouldn’t be opposed to starting a relationship with Trevante, but ever since you ran into Dean and he confessed his feelings, no other man would do it for you.

Grabbing Trevante’s other hand you were about to tell him it wouldn’t work between you two, but you heard someone clearing their throat. Slowly turning your head, you were presented by the sight of Sam and Dean both in their fed suits, standing by Baby. You went to hug the boys, and Sam gave his usual hug filled with warmth, but you were confused by why Dean’s felt cold and stiff. “Sam, Dean, what are you guys doing here? Graduation is not for another couple of days.” Sam answered, “There’s a case, so we came early.” You thought to yourself that you should’ve been able to notice a case in your own city, but you were so busy with preparing for graduation, you wouldn’t notice anything close to a potential case.

Tre grabbed your hand again to get your attention, “Yeah, there’s been some missing girls around the city and the university,” You stared at Tre asking with your eyes why he hadn’t told you anything about, he answered as he began rubbing circles on your hand, “Before you get mad, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. Why do you think I’ve been texting you almost non-stop, especially when you’re working the night shift?” Thinking back on it, you can say Trevante has been more attentive, but you thought it was just him flirting.

You were pulled out of your thoughts, when Trevante introduced himself to Sam and Dean, and Sam immediately shook Tre’s hand, but Dean just stared at it before he tentatively shook Tre’s hand. “It’s nice to meet y’all. Y/N is always talking about you two.” Dean finally spoke since you first noticed them, “Yeah, well she hasn’t told us anything about you,” You mentally rolled your eyes at Dean’s unnecessary shortness, “Y/N, we need to go inside and get to work. Me and Sam could really use your help.” “Look at you already working, and you ain’t even been to training yet” Trevante joked as he leaned down to give you hug and kiss on the cheek, “Imma let you go. Text me later, a’ight.” “I will. See you later, Tre!”

You were waving goodbye to your best friend when Dean tugged you toward your front door. “Hey, what’s the rush?” Without looking at you Dean replied, “Nothing. I just want to get out of this fed suit and get work. Is that alright with you?” You sneered your lip up at Dean, “Yeah, that’s fine, but you don’t have to be a bitch about it.” You unlocked the door and showed the boys to their rooms. You offered for Dean to sleep with you, but to your surprise he declined, making up some bullshit excuse about not wanting to intrude in your space.

Once everyone got changed and settle, you began cooking some smothered chicken, rice, green beans, and black-eyed peas while Sam and Dean were in the living room going over crime scene photos and eyewitness accounts. Sam sighed in frustration, “What the hell are we even hunting? There was no EMF, no sulfur, no hex bags, no cattle mutilations, and there’s no full moon.” Dean just as frustrated as Sam rubbed his temples, “I don’t know man, but I need a break.”

After putting the chicken in the oven, you entered the living room to get more specifics on the case. You grabbed some of the eyewitness accounts Dean just had, “So, what did the vics have in common or was it just random?” Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, “Well, ummmm, they looked same and are in the same age group.” You waved your hand for Sam to go on and give the description, but Sam was interrupted by Dean before he could begin. “No, Sam she doesn’t need to know. If she didn’t even notice the missing girls in her own city, then how the hell can she be any use,” Dean reprimanded.

Taken aback by Dean’s callousness, you took in several deep breaths and then turned to Sam with a smile, “Sam, the food won’t be ready for another hour and there’s this amazing juicing bar less than ten minutes from here. You should go try it and maybe the change of scenery could help you with the case. I’ll text you when to come back for dinner.” Sam knew you weren’t just suggesting for him to go to the juice bar because you knew he was a health nut, but he knew you were giving him an out before you and Dean started arguing. Grabbing his laptop, files, and the keys to Baby, Sam practically ran out the house before yelling, “See you later!”

Once you heard Baby’s engine, you turned to the object of your anger, “What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’ve been bitchy all day,” you roared at Dean. Dean stood up and marched towards you, “My problem is, if you weren’t too busy holding hands and making goo-goo eyes at some guy, you would’ve notice you had a case in your own backyard,” Dean bellowed back.

Oh, now you understood what this was about, Dean was jealous of Trevante. “Dean, I barely have time to notice what color underwear I have on. You know I’m graduating soon, right? I have homework, finals, volunteer work, my job, and training for Quantico. And Trevante is just my best friend, nothing else, I promise.” Dean replied sarcastically, “You know best friends don’t hold hands and look at each other longingly.” “Like you and Cas? Because, you two totally don’t give me any Brokeback Mountain vibes,” you joked.

“You. Little. Shit.” Dean began to chase you around the house, which didn’t last long since he was able to catch you in the kitchen. You were engulfed with smell of beer, Baby, and Dean as he had your back pressed to his front. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Ever since we saw each other last time, I can’t stop thinking about you, and seeing you with that guy really set me off.” You turned to face Dean and grabbed his face, “There’s no other guy for me,” and deciding to lighten the mood and tease Dean, you told him, “But maybe Sam. There’s something about those hands that tells me he can handle all these curves.”

Dean’s once easygoing face turned predatory, and he backed you into the refrigerator, effectively trapping you with his hands on both sides of your head. Dean lowered his head toward your ear, “Didn’t the last time I saw you I told you; Rufus wouldn’t be the only one you called daddy?” Not even the cool surface of the refrigerator could cool down the fire Dean started within your body. When you took too long to answer, Dean lifted your chin with his index finger, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Dean smirked, “Well, I guess its time I prove it.” You thought Dean would go at you hard and fast, but he did the exact opposite. He peppered you with kisses from your shoulder all the way to behind your ear. Once, he finished one side he started on the other, but this time his hands made it inside your leggings to touch your soaking core. “Already wet for Daddy, huh?” Being the little brat that you were, you looked at Dean through your eyelashes and smirked, “See you gotta earn to be called Daddy and I don’t think you could do it. Maybe I should call Sam or Trevante, they seem like they could be up for the job.”

Dean just grabbed you and pushed you over the counter, and put his foot between your legs, so he could spread them. “You’re gonna regret talking all that shit. We’ll see if you’re still talking all that mess when you can barely walk,” Dean whispered in your ear. You felt the cold air greet the lower half of your body as Dean pulled down your leggings and underwear. His hands snaked their way to your core, where he curled two of his fingers and masterfully massaged your g-spot. You were trying your hardest not to moan, but Dean’s fingers were magic, and you couldn’t help but let out tiny whimpers. “Sounds like I might be earning that title.” You looked back at Dean, “Don’t get too cocky. It’s just been awhile.” Dean chuckled, “Keep telling yourself that.” Dean removed his fingers and instantly brought them to his mouth and licked them, “Mmmm. Delicious. I wish I could give your pussy the attention she deserves, but I guess I’ll have to save dessert for later.”

While you impatiently waited for Dean to unbuckle his pants, you started to sway your hips side to side, and your hand was making its way down to your core before Dean slapped it away, “No touching what’s mine,” Dean growled. “Its not yours,” you bit back. “Not yet,” Dean grunted as he slammed into your pussy. You instantly roll your eyes to the back of your head as Dean made you feel completely full. He was definitely better than Trent and he hadn’t even begun to move inside you. You tauntingly asked Dean, “Are you gonna move or what? Or do I need to call someone to come finish the job?” That instantly fired Dean up and he took no mercy on your poor kitty as he drilled into you.

All you could do was moan a plethora of ‘Oh Gods’ and grip onto the counter. At one point it became too much, and you tried to push Dean away, but he slapped your hand away and said, “Nuh-uh. You were talking all that shit earlier, so you’re gonna take every inch of this dick, sweetheart.” Maybe you shouldn’t have been running your mouth, you thought to yourself, but then you wouldn’t be getting your back blown out like this, so you didn’t regret it. Every so often, Dean would ask, ‘What’s my name’ or ‘Who’s pussy is this’ and knowing he wanted to hear Daddy, you answered instead, ‘Dean.’ The last time you didn’t answer the way he wanted to, you felt completely empty. Dean pulled out and you were a whimpering mess. “Dean, what the hell!?” He grabbed you by the throat and pulled your body flushed against his, “Stop being a little brat and I’ll give you want you want. Understand?” You just shook your head yes in response, “Nh-uh use your words. You weren’t afraid to use them earlier.” Hanging your head down low, you whimpered, “Yes.”

This time when Dean entered you it was slow and so were his thrusts, but with each one he began to pick up speed. Dean grunted through his clenched teeth, “What’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Name?” You came apart as you screamed, “Daddyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Dean began pounding into you with a death grip on your hips, which would leave some bruises there on your rich mocha skin.

Dean’s fast and hard thrusts had another orgasm about to roll through your body, “Daddy, I’m about cum again.” Dean let go of your hips and grabbed your hands instead and intertwined them with his, “Let go, princess. I’m right there with you.” And just like that you came with Dean following right behind, but your bliss was short-lived when an uninvited guest entered your house.

“Oh no! Not my baby girl,” you heard your dad shout out in despair. “Dean Winchester, you’re a dead man!”

You didn’t have the chance to get up and at least try to cover up before your dad went right back out the front door. While you laid your head down on the counter in mortification, you heard Dean chuckle close to your ear, “Who’s your daddy now?”

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