CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // UNDERAGE Prompt Post // January 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL UNDERAGE PROMPTS. This means any pairing where one or both persons are under the age of 18.
PROMPTS AND FILLS MENTIONING REAL PERSONS CURRENTLY UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE BANNED.
They can not be aged up or mentioned in passing. Use OCs or someone else to fill the void.
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PROMPTS AND FILLS MENTIONING REAL PERSONS CURRENTLY UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE BANNED.
They can not be aged up or mentioned in passing. Use OCs or someone else to fill the void.
ART DEPICTING UNDERAGED PERSONS IN ANY SITUATION IS ( Read more... )
The Birds and The Bees
Sam’s only fourteen Goddamn years old and Dean knows he shouldn’t be encouraging this, shouldn’t be participating. But fuck, he just can’t stop himself. In the last two years Sam has went from his slightly chubby, pipsqueak little brother to long and lean, whip-cord muscles just starting to take shape and the last of his baby fat melting away. He’s finally starting to grow into his long arms and legs and even though Dean makes fun of him for it, the way his messy, chestnut colored waves curl around his ears and his bangs fall into his tip-tilted, champagne-hazel eyes is fucking mesmerizing. Sometime when Dean wasn’t looking Sam went and turned into sex on legs, sin personified and Dean wants. But Dean can’t have. Even if he knows Sammy would let him. Even though Sam has told him as much. He’s still just a fucking kid and Dean’s kid brother to boot.
So even though it’s wrong and fucked beyond belief, Dean goes with it. Right now, it’s the next best thing.
Sam’s practically bouncing when Dean strolls in after his latest date. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of Dean’s old jeans which sit dangerously low on his lean hips. Dean still smells like smoke and pussy and up until he walked into their room, he was nice and fucked-out. Now, he’s hard as a rock again and Sam’s cheeks are flushed, his bottom lip bitten-red.
Dad’s out on a hunt and won’t be back for at least a week. Dean’s got dates lined up every night.
Dean flops down on Sam’s bed - which is pushed up against the wall so Dean can lean against it - and Sam is next to him in a heartbeat. His eyes are dark, lips slick and parted, and he looks up at Dean with lust and love and a bit of jealously. Dean knows that it hurts Sam that he goes out and sleeps with girls and really that’s the last thing Dean wants. He doesn’t want to hurt Sam but he can’t bring himself to give Sam what they both want, what Dean has no business wanting, much less taking.
So definitely not perfect but again the next best thing.
“Should’a seen this one, Sammy,” Dean starts, already palming his rock-hard cock through his jeans. Sam squirms on the bed at his side, his cock twitching beneath the worn layer of his jeans and Dean’s pretty sure he’s not wearing underwear. “Freakin’ tits out to here,” Dean cups his hands in front of his own chest, trying to paint a picture, “and she was wearing this tiny little top with no bra. She had long brown hair,” he never fucks blondes anymore, always sticks with brunettes and doesn’t want to examine too closely why, “and prettiest pouty lips.”
Sam’s breath hitches and he sneaks one hand under the waist of his jeans, the blush across his cheeks deepening. “She wanted to do it right there in the car, man. Right in the passenger’s seat,” Dean continues. Sam frowns slightly, a soft, hurt noise escaping his throat. “But I talked her into gettin’ in the backseat.” He knows that Sam doesn’t like to think of anyone sitting in what’s become his seat since Dad finally gave Dean the Impala a few months ago. “She was wearin’ this short little denim skirt, barely covered the curve of her ass and she wasn’t wearin’ any panties.”
Sam bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes huge where he’s staring up at Dean. He’s squirming again, his bicep flexing where he’s stroking his cock. Dean gives him a moment, can tell by the way he’s panting already that he’s too close to the edge. After a few moments, Sam lets his lip slide free then pops open the button on his jeans, finally looking away when he wiggles free of the worn denim. Dean knows he’s embarrassed - which he has no reason to be - but Dean can’t look away. Sam’s hips are lean, leading down to his long, coltish legs, his cock thick and long for his age, already wet at the tip and curving up toward his flat abs. He’s simply gorgeous. But Dean knows Sam will never see himself that way, the way Dean does.
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Dean wraps his fingers around the base of his cock in a loose fist, merely holding himself, not wanting to go too far too fast. Sam bites his lip again and opens the lube, smearing some on his fingers then drops his hand between his legs. Dean damn-near bit his own tongue off the first time Sam did that - little brother admitting softly that he’d been doing it in the shower for weeks before he got up the nerve to do it in front of Dean. He’d never come so hard in his life.
“Wanna know what happened next, little brother?” Dean murmurs, smearing through the pre-come leaking from the head of his own cock.
“Yeah,” Sam breathes. “Please, Dean?”
Dean licks his lips and makes himself more comfortable, shifting slightly so that he can see every inch of Sam, can see his fingers circling around the tight pucker of his hole. Dean clears his throat and swallows thickly. “She, uh, she pulled her skirt up and stretched out on the backseat, one leg over the front the other in the back dash. I could see everything, ya know? She was already dripping wet, her pretty pink pussy bare. She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs, two fingers right into her cunt.”
Sam moans softly and Dean can see him push his fingers just barely inside his hole, his cock harder than before, the head flushed an angry-red. “I asked her what she wanted and swear to God, she said she wanted me to fuck her ass.”
Sam gasps, his whole body jerking, fingers not buried in his ass fisting the sheet. Dean knows that Sam wants to touch him - it took months to stop him from begging for it - and Dean would be lying if he tried to say he didn’t want the same damn thing. But they can’t. He can’t.
“So I pulled my fingers out and laid down between her legs, and licked around her clit, shoved my tongue inside her dripping pussy, then moved down. She fuckin’ screamed when I licked over her asshole, her thighs tightening around my head, her whole body shaking.” Dean tightens his hold around himself, stroking in time to the rhythm of Sam fucking himself on two of his long, slender fingers. “I keep goin’, ya know, eatin’ her asshole like I’d eat her pussy and she’s writhin’ and squirmin’, pushing down against my tongue, makin’ sure that I get her ass as wet as her cunt. Fuckin’ wild, man.”
“Did’ya do it?” Sam asks softly, his voice breathy, his cock leaking like a busted pipe against his stomach. “Did’ya fuck her?”
“I did,” Dean nods, picking up the pace when Sam does, knowing that his little brother is close, wanting them to come together. Sam’s fingers push in deep and he moans brokenly, obviously hitting his sweet spot. “Got her on her hands and knees and fucked her hard and fast. She freakin’ howled, clawing at the door, the window, like she was tryin’ to get away but she kept pushin’ back, bro. Beggin’ me for more, harder, deeper…”
Sam whimpers, his body trembling and he thrusts hard and deep, his cock pulsing and twitching as he comes, not a hand on his straining length. He cries out Dean’s name, his lips parted and slick, slightly milky release shooting up his heaving, quivering belly. Dean follows a few seconds afterward, groaning, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying Sam’s name - just like he had to do with what’s-her-name from earlier. He barely resists the urge to angle his cock and aim for Sam’s belly, the thought of their come mixing on Sam’s tan, baby-soft skin making him shudder, a few more spurts leaking and dribbling down over his fist.
Sam’s laying on his back, panting, staring at the ceiling. There’s a sadness in his eyes that’s there more and more and Dean knows that, pretty freaking soon, this won’t be enough anymore, not for either of them. He hates himself for looking forward to it.
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Thanks for the fill!
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