Daddy
A/N:Hello! If you couldn’t tell, this is about daddy kinks! A few of my followers have been requesting this, so I thought I’d pull through. Not something I’d usually write about, but what the heck.
Summary: Dean and the reader are in the early stage of their relationship. During a night of fun Dean accidentally slips that he has a daddy kink. The reader wants to know more and things get interesting…
Warnings: sex, rough play, daddy kink.
One thing you’ve always liked about Dean, his lips. When he’d tug at his bottom lip with his teeth or when they’d curl into a devilish smirk you knew you were about to get it. You can’t help but stare at them as he sits across from you.
“Hey!” he snaps wiggling his fingers in front of your face to draw your attention.
“My eyes are up here sweetheart.”
You giggled and took another sip of your beer.
“Don’t act like you’re not trying to turn me on, Winchester.”
“If I was trying to turn you on we wouldn’t be sitting here at this table. We’d be in there.” He pointed in the direction of his bedroom.
You shuffled the books and papers that were in front of you. “Speaking of, do you wanna go to bed? I’m not getting anywhere with this lore. I need a little more sleep and a little less beer.”
“Any excuse to get in bed with you honey.”
“Oh, shut up.” You really were just trying to go to bed. You picked up everything you had on the table and carried it back to Deans room. You practically slept in there every night, even though you had your own room. You set everything next to a stack of more books on the bedside table. Dean always said pants were optional in his bed, so you usually slept in his zeppelin T-shirt and underwear.
“Hey honey” Dean spoke up and you were about to get under the covers. “Unless you wanna get it tonight I’d put on a little more than that.” There it was. That devilish little smirk.
“Sorry daddy, don’t punish me.” You joked. However, when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye you saw him biting on his lip. “Do you like that?” you questioned.
“Wh-? Uh like what?” He stuttered and stumbled.
“You totally have a daddy kink!”
His lips kept moving as if he was going to protest, but he said nothing. His freckle infested cheeks were a bright red.
“I do not!” He finally spit out.
“Okay… my bad I guess.” You smiled. He totally had a daddy kink. “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, if you did. But, if you don’t then I guess i’ll drop it.”
“What do you mean you wouldn’t be opposed?” He spoke up.
“Well, I mean it’s all about dominance. You, me, and the rest of the world all knows you’re super dominant. Being called daddy is just another layer of that.”
He knit his fingers into the hair on the back of his head. “Yeah, makes sense I guess.”
“I knew it!” You smirked.
“Whatever” He sighed as if it wasn’t a big deal anymore. His lip was still ever so slightly curled as he got comfy under the covers. Just you jokingly calling him daddy turned him on. You could tell.
You slid into bed and cuddled up to him. For a minute or two you just laid there in his arms and thought. He had a reaction to just you saying it jokingly. You wondered how he’d react if you said it in a more serious tone. Your thoughts trailed some more and before you knew it you were pushing your hips back so your butt was pressing up on his boxers. His sleepy eyes turned up in a smile and he began kissing the top of your shoulder gently. Tracing his finger tips across your arm. you turned over on your back and Dean supported himself on his elbows so he was on top of you. He brushed his lips against yours. Then, ever so gently kissed you.
“C’mon daddy” You pipped up before rolling your hips against his. “Be rough with me.”
He was a little taken back, but quickly replied. “What do you say?” You could tell he was eager.
“Please?” You pouted with another squirm of your hips.
His teeth tore at his bottom lip and he let out a pleased “Fuck” Before passionately placing his lips on yours.
A/N: Reblog/comment if you want more! I’ll do a continuation of this if you guys like it. I wanna test this out before i fully dive in!