Wayward Daughters

Warnings: Reader is injured/fixed up with stitches, fighting with the girls, language, smut, oral, threesome

Fic:

“Look, it’s not even that bad,” you say, wincing as you toss your hunting bag up onto your dorm room bed.

“Not that bad?” Claire scoffs, “Y/N, you nearly got your arm taken off.”

“Ok, that’s a little dramatic, even for you Claire,” Krissy chimes in, before turning her attention back on you, “But what you did was dumb and reckless.”

You met Krissy and Claire when Sam had introduced you to Jody Mills. Apparently she took in girls who had lost their families to supernatural events, you included. Though you hadn’t been a hunter when Jody took you in, you had trained alongside Claire and Krissy until the three of you were the perfect team. You called yourselves the ‘Wayward Daughters,’ a team of monster hunting young women. During the weekdays, you attended college classes and lived relatively normal lives, but on weekends, the three of you headed out to hunt. The more you worked with them, the more you came to love them, and they felt the same way about you and each other. You’d do anything to protect them, even risk your own life, which was how you’d arrived at your current predicament.

“I was trying to save your life,” you tell Krissy, “It’s not like I jumped in front of a demon because I wanted to get the shit beaten out of me.”

“I know,” Krissy partially shouts, “But it was still stupid. Now sit down!” You groan as you push yourself up onto the bed, Krissy rummages around in her bag until she pulls out her first aid kit.

“So protecting you is stupid now is it?” you question, furious. She should be thanking you, not yelling at you.

“You know better than to throw yourself in front of a demon to protect either of us,” Claire chimes in, only increasing your anger. They were ganging up on you and you didn’t like it one bit. Krissy rummages around in the kit, looking for something to sew your wound up with.

“Well maybe I’m tired of losing people!” you shout.

“You think you’re the only one who’s lost someone?” Claire asks angrily.

“Look who you’re talking to,” Krissy says, slamming the kit shut, “We’ve lost people too. Now take off your shirt.” You reluctantly do as Krissy had commanded, groaning as you pull the ruined shirt over your head, the blood making the material stick to your skin.

“Y/N,” Claire begins as she moves to sit beside you, taking your hand in hers, “We love you, you know that right? Both of us have lost so many people, we couldn’t bear to lose you too.”

“I know,” you respond, “And I’m sorry, but the same goes for me. I can’t lose either of you. If I did I think I might go insane.” Claire squeezes your hand before leaning in to kiss your cheek. “I love both of you,” you add quietly with a small smile.

“Ok, this is going to hurt,” Krissy tells you. You nod and clench your jaw, knowing the pain you’re about to feel. A groan reverberates in your throat as she begins cleaning the wound. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, you can hear the pain in her voice, “This is all my fault.”

“How?” you ask, trying to keep your mind off the pain, “I’m the one who jumped in front of a demon. That was my choice, not yours.”

“I should’ve been better,” Krissy whispers, “I’m supposed to be better. I’ve been a hunter all my life, the two of you are new to this.”

“We’ve been hunting for years now,” Claire responds.

“Yeah,” you agree, “I think it’s time I earned a few scars don’t you? This one should be a nice start.” You’re trying to joke around and sound like your wound doesn’t hurt so bad, but your wincing gives you away. It’s not like you hadn’t gotten hurt before, you had plenty of times, but this time the cut was deeper than any you had previously.

“Don’t look,” Krissy says as she picks up a curved needle and thread. You turn your eyes towards Claire and she squeezes your hand. “I’m sorry,” Krissy whispers after hearing the gasp of pain escaping your lips, “I should’ve protected you better, this is all my fault.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this,” you tell her, but she doesn’t want to hear it.

“It was my fault Y/N,” Krissy says, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I knew this hunt was dangerous, but I brought the two of you along anyway. What was I thinking? I put you both in danger for no good reason. I’m so fucking stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” both Claire and you say in unison. Krissy pulls the last stitch tight, cuts the string and, uses a saline solution to clean up the wound one last time before wrapping it up with gauze. “If you didn’t take us with you, we would’ve just followed you anyway,” you add.

“I didn’t ask you to protect me,” Krissy says.

“You don’t have to ask,” you tell her, “Krissy, we love you and no matter what, we protect each other.”

“That’s what makes us a team,” Claire adds.

“Maybe,” Krissy says, “But I wish you hadn’t gotten hurt because of me.”

“Krissy, you’ve risked your life for us so many times, I think it’s time we re-payed the favor,” you say, playfully leaning over to kiss her cheek, “You’ve already gotten me out of my shirt, so I guess you’re halfway there.” Krissy giggles, but her laugh turns into a moan as you capture her lips with yours.

“This is how we should be unwinding after a hunt,” Claire comments before leaning in to kiss your neck and shoulder. You hum in agreement before breaking the kiss with Krissy.

“Come here,” you coax her as you move yourself to the top of the bed, careful not to cause yourself any more pain. Krissy follows you, her eyes dark. Swiftly, Claire grabs Krissy and flips her onto her back before straddling her lap.

“Y/N’s right,” Claire says, “We really should be thanking you for all the times you’ve saved our asses.” You cup Krissy’s cheek and draw her lips to yours again, sliding your tongue against her bottom lip. Claire’s hands slide under Krissy’s shirt and up her body. You break the kiss just long enough for Claire to pull Krissy’s shirt over her head.

Krissy’s hand makes its way to the base of your neck and twists into your hair, drawing you in for a forceful kiss. Her other hand finds its way to Claire’s hair, pulling her down. “I love you, both of you,” Krissy mumbles against your lips, “It kills me to see either of you hurt.”

“We love you too,” Claire assures her.

“And it kills us to see you hurt as well,” you add, breaking the kiss with Krissy to look her in the eye. Claire cups her cheek and draws Krissy’s lips to hers. You lean in and kiss Krissy’s neck, your hand roaming the space between Krissy’s body and Claire’s.

Claire’s hand trails its way up your abdomen and her fingers dip beneath the top of your bra, pulling it down so that your breasts spill out of the cups. You moan and arch your back as she takes your breast into her hand, squeezing the flesh and rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb. All of the sudden, Claire pushes herself upright, grinding herself against Krissy as she pulls her jacket down her arms and her shirt over her head.

Krissy’s hands reach for you greedily, pulling you closer. She sits up just long enough to remove her bra, flopping back down onto the bed as she tosses the material to the side. Claire and you follow suit, removing your bras and tossing them to the side as well. Krissy moans and writhes as both you and Claire suck her nipples into your mouths, drawing them out between your teeth.

Just the sight of them, let alone the sounds they make, make you wet. You’d only just begun and your panties were already soaked. Krissy twists a hand into your hair and tugs, causing your eyes to flick up to meet hers.

“Come here,” Krissy whispers, tugging your hair in encouragement. Claire’s hips grind against Krissy’s, just the sight makes you needy. As quickly as you can, you undo your pants and push them down along with your panties. Krissy’s hands reach for you, guiding you to kneel beside her head. The bed shifts as Claire moves from Krissy’s lap to remove their clothing as well. Looking up at you with dark eyes, Krissy slips a hand between your legs and skims her fingers along your slit. “She’s already wet for us Claire,” Krissy smirks.

“You’re one to talk,” Claire comments, “You’re practically dripping.”

“Shut up,” Krissy shoots back. You can’t help but giggle. “What are you laughing at?” Krissy questions, turning her attention back on you. She grabs your thighs and positions you so that you’re straddling her head. With the most devilish look you could ever imagine crossing her face, she licks at your pussy lips teasingly. There’s just enough sensation to make you moan, but not enough to give you what you really want. “You taste delicious,” Krissy comments before licking and sucking your skin with more fervor. You moan again, grasping the headboard with both hands for support as Krissy’s hands find your hips and pull you down towards her.

The bed shifts again as Claire leaves the bed and pulls open the dresser drawer, looking for the double ended dildo the three of you kept there. Krissy draws your attention back to her as she teases her tongue between your folds, laughing at the sounds she pulls from your lips. Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Claire makes her way back onto the bed, dildo in hand. Krissy groans against you as Claire pushes Krissy’s legs apart and slides the toy along her glistening folds.

“You love this don’t you Krissy?” you question as her hands grip your hips tighter, encouraging you to grind yourself against her. Krissy hums in response, sending vibrations straight to your core.

“Of course she does,” Claire comments, reaching forward to cup your cheek and turn your gaze towards her, “We all do.” With that, Claire straddles Krissy’s lap and presses the dildo into her, sinking down on the toy as she captures your lips. One of Krissy’s hands leaves your hips and finds its way to Claire’s, guiding her as she rocks her hips back and forth, back and forth. Your hands grip the headboard tighter as Krissy sucks your clit between her lips and draws the sensitive bud out between her teeth.

The three of you seem to move in perfect sync, their hands on your body and on each other’s. You feel so connected to both of them, loving the way it feels to be so close to them like this. When you think you’re steady enough, you let your hands leave the headboard. With one, you reach behind you and twist your fingers into Claire’s hair, pulling her close as her lips move down your neck and across your shoulder. Leaning back, your other hand finds Krissy’s breast, squeezing the flesh and rolling the nipple between your finger and thumb.

Your stomach coils and twists as you grind yourself against Krissy’s mouth. Her lips move against you, her tongue swirling around inside you. Claire’s hand moves up your abdomen, trailing higher and higher until she cups your breast. You moan her name as she kneads the flesh, her warm breaths skimming the skin of your shoulder.

“Fuck,” Claire pants, her hips moving faster and harder against Krissy’s. Her hand clutches at you, probably leaving behind bruises with the force of her fingertips digging into your skin. Both of Krissy’s hands grab your hips and pull you down, encouraging you to ride her tongue as she draws you closer and closer to climax.

“Krissy,” you moan, “Claire.” Your breathing quickens and your body tenses as Krissy has you just hovering on the edge of orgasm. They’re both close, you can tell. Krissy wiggles beneath you, trying to gain more friction for herself as Claire’s movement’s become rougher. Their sounds and actions are needy and desperate, each searching for release. “Oh fuck,” you moan as Claire cums. Her teeth sink into your shoulder and her fingers dig into your skin as her body shudders, her moan vibrating against your shoulder.

Krissy cums next. Her body shudders beneath you as her hips buck against Claire’s, riding out her orgasm. Krissy’s praises and moans of satisfaction reverberate against you, pulling the knot in your stomach to the breaking point. As she comes down from her orgasm, she works even harder to make you cum, sucking your clit between her lips before slipping her tongue inside you again. Her hands pull you down against her, forcing your core against her mouth roughly.

You cry out as the knot in your stomach breaks and waves of pleasure wash over you. Your body tenses as your orgasm hits you and Claire’s arms wrap around you to keep you from collapsing. Claire pulls you to her and your head falls back against her shoulder as Krissy helps you through your orgasm. Krissy kisses your thighs and pussy lips gently, lapping up everything you have to give her. She moans and hums, praising you between kisses.

Slowly, you move to Krissy’s side and flop down on the narrow bed. Claire moves from Krissy’s lap and pulls the dildo from her, tossing it to the side before moving to lie down. The dorm room bed was small, but the three of you always found a way to make it work. Lying on your side, Krissy turns to face you, her lips meeting yours, the taste of you lingering on her lips. Claire lies down behind Krissy, her arm draped over both of you, and her lips make their way to Krissy’s neck.

“I love both of you,” Claire says lazily, her fingers tracing random patterns over both your body and Krissy’s.

“I love you both too,” you respond, letting your arm drape over both Krissy and Claire.

“You know I love both of you,” Krissy says, “And because of that, you have to promise me something. Promise me you’ll be more careful from now on.” Her fingers play with the edge of the gauze wrapped around your arm.

“Only if you promise not to be mad at yourself if we do get hurt,” you respond.

“I’m going to stop this right here before it turns into another fight,” Claire interrupts, nipping playfully at the skin of Krissy’s shoulder, “We’re hunters, and getting hurt is part of the job; but at the same time, we don’t have to get ourselves hurt unnecessarily. There, does that settle things?”

“For now,” Krissy responds, her fingers caressing your cheek.

“For now,” you agree with a smile. You knew your argument wasn’t truly over, but settling an argument doesn’t necessarily require fighting.