Unfortunatley Rhonda Hurley doesn't exist in FFN's Supernatural character list, so she's not tagged in this one-shot. Nonetheless Rhonda has always been a character I admired a lot. Even though she appears in but two sentences (S05 E04), this is how I imagined their relationship.
'You know what would be really hot?'
'Yeah, but tell me what you're thinking.'
'I'm thinking that you should try them on.'
'No fucking way.'
He wouldn't call it sneaking out. He was too old for that. It was always a bit risky, this little time-off he was taking, he should be watching Sammy. But the kid was already fifteen. And, even though he loved the little idiot to death, things had been difficult since Sam had presented.
Not that they had been easy the past four years. If he was being honest the problem wasn't Sam's presentation at all. It was Dean's. But being a disappointment to his father was something he was used to. He just always thought that, between him and Sammy, it didn't matter that he was an Omega. He'd put everything into hunting, sometimes he caught himself being excessively cruel when killing anything supernatural. Never showing anything soft or god-forbid nurturing.
But then Sam had presented as an Alpha. Of course their father wasn't surprised. Dean was proud and maybe, not that he'd ever admit it, a little lonely.
That's what he liked about Rhonda. He usually was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, but he always came back to Rhonda. At least once a month.
Rhonda was tall, skinny and the way she threw her hair over her shoulder always left his mouth a little dry. She was sharp witted and maybe a bit of a smart-ass but he didn't mind. Rhonda never told him what to do, nor did she expect any orders from him. She was refreshingly, appealingly Beta.
'Tell you what I'll even make it a little more attractive for you,' she said. He had no idea how someone could smile so shit-eating and genuine at the same time.
Rhonda laid back against the head board and spread her legs invitingly. Dean watched as she showed him the inside of her caramel thighs and still satin covered core. His mouth ran dry when her fingers began tracing the outline of her panties. She circled her clit with two fingers and a loud moan escaped her at the feeling.
Dean loved seeing her pussy, loved how she drips, made a mess and most of all clenched so fucking deliciously. But somehow that pink piece of satin that hid all of this from his view did it for him just as well.
A dark patch appeared in the centre of the panties just as she started to rub her clit directly. Her strokes have grown fast and firm and her hips bucked up violently into her hand. The show she gave him was so captivating; he didn't even move to touch her. Dean could tell she was getting close when her movements became frantic and she gasped for air instead of moaning. And then with a silent cry she was over the edge and the dark spot on her panties got a bit bigger.
Rhonda laid there gasping for breath a blissful expression on her face. To Dean she smells lovely, he can't really scent her but she definitely smells sweet. The musky smell from between her legs didn't pull on his insides like the harsh notes of some of the burly men in bars did, but it made his mouth water. Dean still couldn't move.
'Would you like to take them off?' Her words drew his gaze from her cunt to her face. She smirked like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Dean didn't. She sat up to kiss him and as soon as her lips touched his he growled and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their teeth clashed and a bit of salvia ran down from where their mouths were joined. Dean didn't mind, he liked it wet. And Rhonda sure as hell never complained.
He let his hand run through her black curls. Smoothing them from her face and then tangling his finger in them close to her skull, holding her head in place. His other hand wandered lower, skimming her bare breasts and nestling between her thighs, rubbing the fabric deeper into her wet folds.
'I'm not sure you know how fucking hot you are.' Dean panted between needy, rough kisses.
Rhonda scoffed 'Oh I do.' She backed away a bit, just enough to get a good look at Dean's cock. It stood hard, throbbing and already leaking precum, but still untouched. She ran her fingers lightly over the tip spreading his cum farther.
She leaned forward to whisper in his ear 'I still think you should try them on.' And suddenly her lips were gone and so was her hand.
Dean watched as she laid back, lifted her hips and slowly pulled her panties down. She sat back up and dangled the piece of satin from one finger. 'Come on.' She licked her lips and Dean couldn't stop himself from reaching forward and smearing a bit of spit over her lips, deliberately smudging her dusty pink lipstick.
Rhonda sucked his finger in and lightly bit it. 'I dare you.'
Dean wanted to turn her down. But they did look fucking hot and comfortable. And no one would ever know. And why the fuck not?
So he snatched the panties from her hand and got up from the bed. It was a good thing he was already naked. And that Rhonda knew not to say a fucking word. He slowly bent down and stepped in them, the smug Beta watching his every move. They still were warm and moist from Rhonda's orgasm and Dean shuddered at the sticky feeling and felt as if he got a little harder. The fabric felt soft and a little sophisticated against his skin and Dean couldn't help it, he rubbed himself through the panties.
'God you look so beautiful.' Dean's cheeks burned at the compliment but he was also a bit pleased.
He crawled onto the bed with her and placed a kiss on her lips. He couldn't say he was surprised when she flipped them over, so he just leaned back and enjoyed. Rhonda kissed his neck and liked broad stripes up to the underside of his chin. His breaths became shorter and he moved his hands to her breasts, carefully stroking her nipples into hard little buds. Dean liked that she kissed and licked but never nibbled or bit at his neck.
His breath caught when she started to rub her bare pussy up and down his now clothed cock. He felt how she rubbed her clit against him at the end of every stroke, but the breathy little moans were his not hers.
He didn't know why some people (bloody Alphas mostly) insisted on being on top. The view from down here was much nicer. He leaned forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth while he still could. Before his mind became too foggy. There was a little burn where the fabric of the panties rubbed between his arse cheeks, it was just enough to be delicious.
Dean tried to buck faster, to get more friction, but Rhonda kept her strokes slow and gentle. She whispered 'Relax.' And he did. The hunter felt like floating and stopped the frantic movements of his hips. She kept her rhythm steady; the orgasm she coaxed out of him was slow but rolled over him like a wave. When he came to, Rhonda was still riding him and he shook a bit from the overstimulation. He bit back his whimpers when she started to go harder and helped to hold her up when she came.
Rhonda rolled off him and started to laugh. 'That was fucking great.' He liked that too. The way she always laughed after an especially intense orgasm.
Dean ran his hand lightly over his now soft cock and contemplated whether he liked the feeling of his hot cum combined with the satin or not.
'Do you want me to clean you up?' Her eyes were twinkling with mischief again, but who was he to turn down an offer like that?
She crawled over him and pulled his (her) panties down, reluctantly he lifted his hips to help her.
Dean closed his eyes, lazily waiting for her to lick up his cum. His eyes snapped open at the overwhelming smell of both of their arousals. Rhonda was leaning over him, looking like the fucking Cheshire cat, tracing his lips with her soiled panties.
'No fucking way.'
A drop of his seed landed on his lower lip and before he could stop himself he licked it up. She raised her eyebrows at that and fuck if wearing them had already been that hot…
He opened his mouth and took the panties. He suckled a little at them the heady taste of both of them combined made his head feel light and he only noticed her licking his soft cock and stomach clean very distantly.
Small fingers smoothed his sweaty hair back and pried the panties from his mouth, he growled irritatedly at the offending limb.
Rhonda chuckled but her hand never stopped massaging his skull. She snuggled against his side and yawned 'Do you want to stay the night?'
Dean couldn't talk yet so he just nodded.
It didn't even last half an hour.
What would his father think if he ever found out what he did? Of course a fucking Omega would be into disgusting stuff like this. There was no place for people like that between hunters. Between real men.
'If it bothers you so much we can get up earlier tomorrow and you can bend me over a table or whatever and fuck me real hard from behind.' She mumbled into his chest 'If that helps you that is.'
He had to laugh at that and stroked her hair.