Request: May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader is very shy and she at a bar and some dirtbags are picking on her about her shortness and weight and dean stands up for her? Some smut and fluff ?? Also want to say you are a bop of a writer my love! ✨💕🥰❤️
Word Count: 2961
Warnings: Some angst I guess, language, a hint of an insecure reader, mean drunks at the bar, SMUT, unprotected smut, oral (female receiving), I think that’s about it…8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqrhLBMeORT
You had no idea why you agreed to come out again with Dean and Sam tonight.
It was always the same….
Dean would find him a little whore to spend his night with, and Sam would either find himself something to blow off some steam with, or sit at his laptop looking for another case to keep them busy with, because you all seemed addicted to the hunt as much as the next guy, and you were all at your best when you were killing things that shouldn’t be allowed to exist. And you would sit alone at the bar, miserable, and avoiding another human contact as much as possible.
It’s what you expected anyway.
So when Dean threw baby into the park you were out of the car, and heading into the bar without so much as looking at the brothers. Heading straight for the bar to order the strongest whatever they had.
If you had to go home alone tonight, you’d at least get drunk enough to sleep without the nightmares.
To your surprise though Dean came, and slipped onto the barstool next to you, ordering a shot and a beer for the both of you before you could even get the bartender’s attention. You looked at him strangely, and he caught it before you could even fix your face.
“What?” He asked you, as he threw back the shot the bartender slipped to him. Green eyes dancing with mischief as he looked at you.
“You’re not going to start looking for tonight’s slut?” You asked him, and he chuckled a little next to you.
“Na, not tonight.” He said, brushing off your concern as he pulled his beer bottle to his perfect lips, and took a long deep drink.
“Think I’d rather hang out with you.” He said, giving you a wink that, even though you’d never admit to anyone, made your knees weak.
Dean had always had a soft spot in your heart, but you were too shy to ever admit to him that you had a crush on him, and plus he was way out of your league.
He was tall, strong, and gorgeous.
You were overweight, with more than a few extra pounds in places that made you feel self-conscious on your best day, and to top it off you were short. Barely breaking 4'9.
Sam often teased you that you still legally should be riding in a car seat.
Dean never really teased you all that much about your height or your weight, sure he still teased you, but he had enough common sense to know what seemed to get under your skin, and he respectfully avoided any topic that made you uncomfortable.
Dean had just ordered the drinks when two guys came up, and sat down on the opposite side of you, The large, stupid, and obviously drunk one that smelled strongly of whiskey leered at you like your very presents disgusted him to his utter core.
“Hey, Roy?” The large smelly guy that honestly looked like his name could have been Lurch said to the much smaller guy that was just as drunk, maybe more so than he was sitting beside him. “When the fuck did they start letting whales into the bar? This one looks like she should be in a display take at the aquarium. Better call PETA and tell them they’re missing their prized whale!” Lurch slurred, and Roy burst into a fit of laughter.
You tried to make yourself as small as you could on your stool, trying to not even look at these two dirtbags that seemed to be sent by Crowley himself to torment you, Dean hadn’t heard them because the music was so loud, and he was busy paying for your drinks, but when he turned he noticed the red sheen of your checks and furrowed his eyebrows at you questioningly.
“What’s wrong Y/N/N?” He asks, handing you a beer, and turning to face you fully.
He didn’t have long to be confused, because before you could even answer Lurch spoke up again.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re trying to get with him Shammo, he’s way out of your league!” Roy fell into another fit of laughter, and you looked down at your beer bottle, a tear slipping past your defenses in spite of yourself.
Dean said nothing just got up from his barstool and went over to stand in front of Lurch, a look of pure murder on his face, one that reminded you of his Demon days when Sam had dragged him back into the bunker and cured him.
“What’s wrong pretty boy?” Lurch said, and that was all it took. Dean swung, landing a hit right to his jaw, knocking him cold off of the bar stool.
Roy took off running towards the exit as fast as he could. Leaving his fat, smelly friend on the ground in front of Dean.
Dean turned around to you, cupping your face in his hands, and looking you over. “You okay sweetheart?” He asks you, genuinely concerned.
You were humiliated, embarrassed, and you could literally feel the whole bar staring at the three of you, seeing as Sam joined Dean on his left side, taking a look at Lurch still laying on the ground groaning.
“I’m fine Dean.” You said, trying to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let you, instead, he laced your hand in his, gave Lurch there another kick with his steel toe boot-clad foot, started toward the exit with you in tow, Sam said nothing, just followed along like this was nothing, but a normal Saturday night for Dean.
Dean opened the back seat door for you, and you climbed in. Grateful to be away from those two idiots, and that grimy ass bar that seemed to be full of douchebags, Sam got in along with Dean, and the three of you made a short, but silent drive back to the bunker.
You felt horrible. You felt bad that you were the reason Dean caused a scene at the bar, you felt bad that Sam and Dean didn’t get to blow off steam like they had wanted to after a long hunt, and you felt bad that once again, you didn’t seem to measure up enough.
Lurch wasn’t wrong. You have always been a little overweight, shy, and you are definitely short. That was just stating the obvious. Even though it did bother you, what bothered you even more than that was he was right about one thing for sure. Dean was out of your league, and even an idiot like that could tell it.
You did everything you could not to burst into tears in the back seat of the car, and ignoring the pair of green eyes that were shifting constantly from the road to the back seat, and when mercifully Dean pulled up into the Bunker’s garage, you were out of the car before he could even put it in the park and heading towards your room.
You couldn’t face Dean, and you didn’t feel like an awkward ‘chin up’ talk from Sam that he would try to do. You just wanted to go to your room and cry.
Alone….
Which is apparently all you would ever be…
Alone….
You weren’t in your room long before a light knock sounded through the mostly quiet room.
“Sweetheart? Can I come in?” Dean said softly. When you didn’t answer him, and just continued to stare at the wall he let himself in, closing your door behind him. Slipping on the bed behind you, the bed dipping under his weight slightly.
You thought if you just ignored him he’d go away, but Dean was persistent, and your silence only made him more persistent. So he slipped under the covers behind you, and like he had every right to be there, slipping his arm around you, pulling your back to his strong chest.
“Don’t worry about what those dicks said y/n/n. Those drunk ass wipes wouldn’t know what a real woman was if one walked up, and slapped them in the face.” Dean said, running his fingers through your hair.
Dean had never been this close to you before. Usually, he would just knock at your door and tell you that dinner was ready, or that they had another case. Every once in a while he would ask you come to watch a movie in the Dean cave with him, but never had he been this….intimate… with you, and it had your heart fluttering in your chest in spite of the tears that you were trying to wipe away from your face before Dean could see them.
“It’s okay Dean,” You said, ignoring the way you hated your voice after you’d been crying. “It’s not like I’m not used to it. Men do that shit to me all the time, always have, that’s why I don’t go out with you guys very often, and it’s not like what he said wasn’t true."
Dean huffed in frustration, wrapping his arm around you tighter, and then flipping you over quickly to face him as if you weighed nothing at all. Surprising you for a moment. His piercing green eyes stared into yours. Softer than you had ever seen them. Those little lines that you loved so much showing more today than they usually did.
"Baby girl NOTHING those dicks said at that bar was true, Sam told me he heard what they said to you, and was making his way over there when I turned around and noticed them. You are not fat, you don’t belong in an aquarium, those idiots were just pissed because they thought that you were with me, and some people are just so fucking miserable with their own lives that they try and do everything that they can in order to make everyone else as miserable as they are.”
Dean brushed your cheek with his thumb. Wiping away stray tears that were still falling down your face.
“Your beautiful, your smart, you funny, you put up with our shit as no one else has even been able to before, you are not fat, you are perfect, you are a woman, your curves make you even more beautiful, just because your short doesn’t mean shit. You could still kick my ass if you wanted to, and I’ve seen you take out freaks twice your size.” Leaning down before you could say anything else Dean brushed his lips softly over yours, before capturing your lips in his, his mouth dominating yours quickly, his tongue sliding through your lips and gliding over your tongue in a slow but building give and take that had your toes curling. His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him, rolling you over as if it were nothing, hovering on top of you. Breaking the kiss and leaving you breathless.
“Dean..”
“Shush.” He said, putting a finger to your lips. Let me show you just how fucking gorgeous you are to me.
You sat there wide eyed in disbelief at the man smirking above you as he sat up just long enough to rid himself of his top layers of clothing, then quickly coming back down to hover over you. Placing chaste kissing to your lips and all over your face. Making you giggle and blush all at the same time.
Dean’s lips found yours in a deep, needy, passionate kiss, as his hands explored your body, ridding you of your clothing as he went. Only breaking the kiss long enough to pull your shirt from your body, and throw it on the floor with all the rest of your clothes. Leaving you in just your bra, which he made quick work of getting rid of.
Every little touch, every little trail his fingers made over your skin seemed to wake up something deep inside of you that you had never experienced before. A need, a burning fire, one that started as a smolder, but was quickly brought to burn out of control.
The way his tongue danced with yours, the way his hands lingered on your thighs longer than most men you had been with ever did. The way he worshiped your body, trailing kisses over your stomach and between the valley of your beast. Teasing you as before finally coming up to take your nipples into his mouth, giving each the same attention until you were arching your back to get close to him. His hands never left your body.
All the insecurities, and the mean words you had heard all your life seemed to finally be melting away. Dean treated you like you were some precious treasure to him. He never said anything about your thighs being too thick, or your stomach not being flat and perfect.
His green eyes were hooded and dark with lust like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
Sliding down your body, never making eye contact with you, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders he all but growled at your glistening folds exposed to him.
“So fucking perfect baby.” He said, his voice deep and thick, making a deep shudder run down your spin before he ran his tongue through your slick folds. A deep moan fell from your lips as he growled deep in his throat.
“Fuck sweetheart.” He said, before devouring your sex like a starving man having his last mean, and God did the man know what the fuck he was doing. Most men didn’t bother to go down on you, they were only worried about getting themselves off and leaving, Dean though, Dean seemed intent on making you cum before he even got started.
Your legs trembling at every lick and suck of his sinful mouth hand you all but panting above him. That familiar burn building in your abdomen. The coil threatened to snap, and when he added two thick fingers into you and curled them, hitting that spot most men never found perfectly, that was it. You fell apart around him. Your walls clench down on his fingers.
Dean slowed his administrations but didn’t stop. Working you through your release and lapping up everything you had to give him.
When Dean finally crawled up your body and hovered over you, his thick leaking erection lay heavy against your inner thigh as he rutted himself against you, desperately needing some sort of friction.
“You okay baby girl.” He asked, and you nodded before he began peppering your face with little kisses before his lips found yours again. When he was sure you were ready and your hands started to explore his large shoulders and back he made himself ready at your dripping entrance. Sliding himself in slowly. Stretching you and filling with inch by glorious inch. When he was finally fully seated inside your tight heat he burned his head in your shoulder, kissing your neck and nibbling on your skin there, making your walls clench around him and he hadn’t even started moving yet.
A deep moan falling from his lips as your walls fluttered around him. He stayed still until you rolled your hips against him. Letting him know you were ready for him to move.
Pulling himself almost all the way out of you before sliding back in. Setting a deep steady rhythm. His tip hitting that same spot deep inside of you over and over again, and the drag of his manhood over your silk walls had both of you barrelling towards your end before you knew what was happening. Every time he was fully seated inside you a deep moan would fall from his lips. Sweat shining on the skin in the dim light of your room as you held onto his shoulders, his body rocking into yours at the same slow, but deep pace.
You could feel that familiar coil tightening again, and your walls were already fluttering around him. Dean seemed to be just as close as you, his hips beginning to stutter and his pace getting faster and more erratic.
His lips found yours again as he stilled deep inside of you, his warm seed coating your walls, throwing you over the edge with him, your walls clamping down around him as he swallowed your moans, slowly rocking his hips into yours, helping you both ride out your orgasms as long as possible until he finally stopped. Rolling off of you carefully, and pulling you into his chest. His breaths still came in short bursts as his lips found the top of your forehead.
“You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.” He said, his voice quiet and ragged from your previous activities.
You buried your face in his neck, not knowing what to say until he lifted your chin with his fingers again.
“Now I don’t want my girl to ever get upset over what some dick bag says at a bar because he’s never had a real woman in his life and doesn’t get to see what I see. Your beautiful Y/N/N, and now your mine, there’s no getting rid of me. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives, no matter how short they may be, showing you every day just how gorgeous you really are."
His lips found yours again in a kiss that made your toes curl, and his arms tightened their hold around you.
You were his, something you never thought you would be, but yet here you were, safe and warm in his strong arms. 'His girl’ as he kept calling you, telling you over and over again how beautiful you were, until you maybe, just maybe started to believe him yourself…..
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