Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean/OFC): Like Candy (Dean's Got a Thing Take 2) | NC-17 | 1485
Title: Like Candy (Dean's Got a Thing Take 2)
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Threesome.
Summary: It’s been around three months since we last did this. I finally gave in tonight because I just couldn’t take Dean staring at another waitress’s crotch. He stares straight at their little mini-skirts or tight jeans or loose aprons-it really doesn’t matter-and fucking licks his lips. Like a dog. He’s seeing a nice, juicy piece of steak and he wants me to know how bad he wants to taste it.
Word Count: 1485
A/N: Technically a sequel to Dean's Got a Thing but really just an excuse to play around a little bit more with the whole jealous!Sam and random chick thing...
It’s been around three months since we last did this. I finally gave in tonight because I just couldn’t take Dean staring at another waitress’s crotch. He never does it when they’re looking, of course, but he doesn’t care that I’m watching. Actually, I’m pretty sure he only does it when I’m watching-it’s all for my benefit, after all. When they’re walking away or Hell, even when they’re just attempting to get my order and so not looking in his direction, he stares. He stares straight at their little mini-skirts or tight jeans or loose aprons-it really doesn’t matter-and fucking licks his lips. Like a dog. He’s seeing a nice, juicy piece of steak and he wants me to know how bad he wants to taste it.
He’d been so good after his last fix. I’m kind of tempted to see if I can make him OD. Except that, yeah, he’s being fair enough with me. He’s being patient and he doesn’t sneak off anymore. So I suppose I can indulge him, just a little. As long as I get to be part of it.
So here we are again, in a pile on the spare bed that I’m going to make damn sure nobody’s going to be sleeping in tonight. I may be allowing this but it’s still straining my comfort levels, this sharing Dean thing. Enough so that occasionally I fuck in extra rough and extra deep, my hands bruising him as I hang on, just to make sure he knows exactly who to focus on.
I’m inside of Dean as he’s flat on his back, happily moaning as the girl he picked out sits on his face. She’s a redhead this time, with big Bambi brown eyes and she’s got to have one of the nicest pair of tits that I’ve ever seen. So nice that even I can’t help myself-I lean forward and nudge one with my lips eventually sucking the nipple into my mouth. She moans and buries one of her hands in my hair, holding me close. She suddenly gasps and screws down her hips-guess Dean found a good spot.
I move my mouth up to capture her lips and she meets me eagerly, her hands cupping my face to hold me in place. I lick my way inside and lift a hand to caress the breast I’d just been sucking on, massaging it. She sighs in pleasure and my other hand stays wrapped around Dean’s cock, jerking him off slow and teasing, swiping my thumb over the head every now and then.
I glance down at where Dean’s head is hidden between her legs, his hands on her thighs. He lifts his head, pushing deeper into her and I can see the muscles of his jaw working hard as his tongue drags shiver after shiver out of her. He’s moaning again, sounding so damned pleased with himself I just have to tease him. My hand slips down the girl’s body, over her stomach and right between her legs to nudge between her folds, pushing right where Dean wants to be and hiding just a little bit of her from him. Dean’s tongue swipes over my fingers and I feel him jump beneath me in shock before he whimpers and starts alternating between licking the girl and licking me. He licks up her snatch before coming back to suck a bit on my fingers and somehow finds a rhythm. The girl’s starting to shudder and I catch her in a kiss again as my fingers glide oh so casually over her clit.
I give her a quick rub, grinning when she rocks into me before I move all the way down, shoving my hand between Dean and the pussy he wants to eat. As an excuse, I thrust two fingers inside the girl causing her to moan and shiver as my entire hand covers her up. Really, though, it’s Dean’s tongue I’m after. He continues licking, sucking her off of my skin and my hips buck at the feel of him. I love his tongue-so talented and clever. It never misses a spot.
I’m plunging my fingers in and out of the girl’s hole as I kiss her but I notice when Dean stops his ministrations and lays his head back against the bed. “Sammy…” he complains and I chuckle as I glance down to see him pouting up at my hand, staring at it like he’s trying to figure out just how to get around it.
The girl breaks the kiss and glances down, just now noticing that I’ve effectively blocked Dean out. I grin at her. “He likes the taste of you,” I say, watching with no small fascination as the girl and Dean both shiver at the same time. “You’re a special treat. Like candy.” With that, I pull my fingers out of her and reverse them to plunge them into Dean’s mouth. His eyes slide closed and he whines as he sucks me clean, tongue flicking over each finger.
Her eyes are glazed over, watching the show happening between her legs and she wiggles backward to get a better look. The way that Dean’s sucking on my fingers though, is making me want to come-my dick is throbbing, balls drawing in tight-and there’s just no way that I’m going to let Dean have his tongue in some slut’s snatch if I’m not inside him and constantly reminding him. So I pull out of his mouth, gritting my teeth at his whine of disappointment, and grab the girl’s arm. “Uh huh,” I tell her. “Just turn around so he can get more of you.”
She nods and obeys, carefully shifting so she’s straddling Dean’s head as she faces at the wall. As soon as she shifts back into position, Dean’s right back at her again, tongue working overtime and I fist his cock hard, determined to make him come before I do. The girl sobs and leans forward to brace against the wall, shoving her ass out towards me. Tilting upward, Dean gives her a few more flicks and then she’s coming, shaking as she collapses on top of him.
Dean’s dick jerks hard and he writhes on the bed, obviously close but I’m feeling contrary-I pull my hand away to watch him hump the air because I don’t want him to come while he’s focused on her. Dean whines and moves his own hand to his cock but I catch him, grabbing his wrist and pinning it to the bed. With one last shudder, the girl suddenly lifts up, too sensitive to stand letting Dean continue and Dean mewls, staring upward. He drags a finger through her open slit before she has a chance to push him away and brings it to his mouth to suck.
I growl because I’m done with this game. We’re done playing. Dean gasps as I yank him out from under the girl and into my lap, his eyes flying open. I pull his finger out of his mouth before wrapping my arms around him to hold him still while I fuck him hard. He moans and lets me have my way, riding my lap easily. In reward, I grip his dick to stroke until he comes. He doesn’t disappoint, spilling into my grasp with a choked “Sammy,” and it just sends me over the edge, thrusting into him desperately.
When I come back to myself, Dean’s collapsed against me, head resting on my shoulder and my eyes lock with the girl that’d just been in our bed with us. She’s standing beside the bed, smirking at as. I growl and she holds up her hands. “Easy, tiger,” she says. “I’m just admiring…”
I blink and Dean chooses that moment to loll his head back to look at her upside down. “Don’t mind Sammy. He’s a bitch.”
If anything, her smirk grows bigger. “At least he’s pretty.”
Dean smiles and comes back to look at me. “Yes he is.” His face turns mischievous and before I can even think to stop him, he pops two of his fingers into my mouth. “And he’s mine,” he adds.
The words send a happy tingle through me but it’s not like I can just let him get away with that. I give his fingers a hard suck before pulling them out and shoving him onto his back on the mattress. “And I’m about to fuck you into the mattress.”
Dean smirks, raising an eyebrow in challenge and distantly I hear “I’ll just…let myself out then,” but I really couldn’t give a flying fuck less because a second later I’m pushing my tongue into Dean’s mouth and he’s moaning so prettily for me again. He’s a minute away from begging for it again and he calls me a bitch.
And he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Threesome.
Summary: It’s been around three months since we last did this. I finally gave in tonight because I just couldn’t take Dean staring at another waitress’s crotch. He stares straight at their little mini-skirts or tight jeans or loose aprons-it really doesn’t matter-and fucking licks his lips. Like a dog. He’s seeing a nice, juicy piece of steak and he wants me to know how bad he wants to taste it.
Word Count: 1485
A/N: Technically a sequel to Dean's Got a Thing but really just an excuse to play around a little bit more with the whole jealous!Sam and random chick thing...
It’s been around three months since we last did this. I finally gave in tonight because I just couldn’t take Dean staring at another waitress’s crotch. He never does it when they’re looking, of course, but he doesn’t care that I’m watching. Actually, I’m pretty sure he only does it when I’m watching-it’s all for my benefit, after all. When they’re walking away or Hell, even when they’re just attempting to get my order and so not looking in his direction, he stares. He stares straight at their little mini-skirts or tight jeans or loose aprons-it really doesn’t matter-and fucking licks his lips. Like a dog. He’s seeing a nice, juicy piece of steak and he wants me to know how bad he wants to taste it.
He’d been so good after his last fix. I’m kind of tempted to see if I can make him OD. Except that, yeah, he’s being fair enough with me. He’s being patient and he doesn’t sneak off anymore. So I suppose I can indulge him, just a little. As long as I get to be part of it.
So here we are again, in a pile on the spare bed that I’m going to make damn sure nobody’s going to be sleeping in tonight. I may be allowing this but it’s still straining my comfort levels, this sharing Dean thing. Enough so that occasionally I fuck in extra rough and extra deep, my hands bruising him as I hang on, just to make sure he knows exactly who to focus on.
I’m inside of Dean as he’s flat on his back, happily moaning as the girl he picked out sits on his face. She’s a redhead this time, with big Bambi brown eyes and she’s got to have one of the nicest pair of tits that I’ve ever seen. So nice that even I can’t help myself-I lean forward and nudge one with my lips eventually sucking the nipple into my mouth. She moans and buries one of her hands in my hair, holding me close. She suddenly gasps and screws down her hips-guess Dean found a good spot.
I move my mouth up to capture her lips and she meets me eagerly, her hands cupping my face to hold me in place. I lick my way inside and lift a hand to caress the breast I’d just been sucking on, massaging it. She sighs in pleasure and my other hand stays wrapped around Dean’s cock, jerking him off slow and teasing, swiping my thumb over the head every now and then.
I glance down at where Dean’s head is hidden between her legs, his hands on her thighs. He lifts his head, pushing deeper into her and I can see the muscles of his jaw working hard as his tongue drags shiver after shiver out of her. He’s moaning again, sounding so damned pleased with himself I just have to tease him. My hand slips down the girl’s body, over her stomach and right between her legs to nudge between her folds, pushing right where Dean wants to be and hiding just a little bit of her from him. Dean’s tongue swipes over my fingers and I feel him jump beneath me in shock before he whimpers and starts alternating between licking the girl and licking me. He licks up her snatch before coming back to suck a bit on my fingers and somehow finds a rhythm. The girl’s starting to shudder and I catch her in a kiss again as my fingers glide oh so casually over her clit.
I give her a quick rub, grinning when she rocks into me before I move all the way down, shoving my hand between Dean and the pussy he wants to eat. As an excuse, I thrust two fingers inside the girl causing her to moan and shiver as my entire hand covers her up. Really, though, it’s Dean’s tongue I’m after. He continues licking, sucking her off of my skin and my hips buck at the feel of him. I love his tongue-so talented and clever. It never misses a spot.
I’m plunging my fingers in and out of the girl’s hole as I kiss her but I notice when Dean stops his ministrations and lays his head back against the bed. “Sammy…” he complains and I chuckle as I glance down to see him pouting up at my hand, staring at it like he’s trying to figure out just how to get around it.
The girl breaks the kiss and glances down, just now noticing that I’ve effectively blocked Dean out. I grin at her. “He likes the taste of you,” I say, watching with no small fascination as the girl and Dean both shiver at the same time. “You’re a special treat. Like candy.” With that, I pull my fingers out of her and reverse them to plunge them into Dean’s mouth. His eyes slide closed and he whines as he sucks me clean, tongue flicking over each finger.
Her eyes are glazed over, watching the show happening between her legs and she wiggles backward to get a better look. The way that Dean’s sucking on my fingers though, is making me want to come-my dick is throbbing, balls drawing in tight-and there’s just no way that I’m going to let Dean have his tongue in some slut’s snatch if I’m not inside him and constantly reminding him. So I pull out of his mouth, gritting my teeth at his whine of disappointment, and grab the girl’s arm. “Uh huh,” I tell her. “Just turn around so he can get more of you.”
She nods and obeys, carefully shifting so she’s straddling Dean’s head as she faces at the wall. As soon as she shifts back into position, Dean’s right back at her again, tongue working overtime and I fist his cock hard, determined to make him come before I do. The girl sobs and leans forward to brace against the wall, shoving her ass out towards me. Tilting upward, Dean gives her a few more flicks and then she’s coming, shaking as she collapses on top of him.
Dean’s dick jerks hard and he writhes on the bed, obviously close but I’m feeling contrary-I pull my hand away to watch him hump the air because I don’t want him to come while he’s focused on her. Dean whines and moves his own hand to his cock but I catch him, grabbing his wrist and pinning it to the bed. With one last shudder, the girl suddenly lifts up, too sensitive to stand letting Dean continue and Dean mewls, staring upward. He drags a finger through her open slit before she has a chance to push him away and brings it to his mouth to suck.
I growl because I’m done with this game. We’re done playing. Dean gasps as I yank him out from under the girl and into my lap, his eyes flying open. I pull his finger out of his mouth before wrapping my arms around him to hold him still while I fuck him hard. He moans and lets me have my way, riding my lap easily. In reward, I grip his dick to stroke until he comes. He doesn’t disappoint, spilling into my grasp with a choked “Sammy,” and it just sends me over the edge, thrusting into him desperately.
When I come back to myself, Dean’s collapsed against me, head resting on my shoulder and my eyes lock with the girl that’d just been in our bed with us. She’s standing beside the bed, smirking at as. I growl and she holds up her hands. “Easy, tiger,” she says. “I’m just admiring…”
I blink and Dean chooses that moment to loll his head back to look at her upside down. “Don’t mind Sammy. He’s a bitch.”
If anything, her smirk grows bigger. “At least he’s pretty.”
Dean smiles and comes back to look at me. “Yes he is.” His face turns mischievous and before I can even think to stop him, he pops two of his fingers into my mouth. “And he’s mine,” he adds.
The words send a happy tingle through me but it’s not like I can just let him get away with that. I give his fingers a hard suck before pulling them out and shoving him onto his back on the mattress. “And I’m about to fuck you into the mattress.”
Dean smirks, raising an eyebrow in challenge and distantly I hear “I’ll just…let myself out then,” but I really couldn’t give a flying fuck less because a second later I’m pushing my tongue into Dean’s mouth and he’s moaning so prettily for me again. He’s a minute away from begging for it again and he calls me a bitch.
And he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.