Fanfic - SPN: Family Man (NC-17, Het: Sam/Jess)
Title: Family Man
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore
Prompt: "014-Pregnancy Scare" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~560 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: Dark (sort of). Schmoop (yes, dark schmoop, apparently). Pre-apocalypse. Pregnancy (conception). Manipulation. Established relationship. Character study. Het. Smut. Graphic m/f sex. Mentions of violence. AU from some Stanford era pre-series time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Family is his priority now more than ever and he's going to do it right this time.
Author's Notes: FYI: Sam's not exactly a nice guy in this. You might even say that he's evil, but this piece isn't part of my Evil!Sammy Universe (though I can't say it hasn't been tainted by it, heh). Fair warning. Somehow weirdly inspired by the "Lost Months Challenge: What Evil!Sam Did on His Summer Vacation" over at evilsam_spn.
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"Let me just ..." He turned away from her and went through the motions - the torn foil, the squeak of latex, the hand full of lube fisting his condomed cock - but this time he made sure that the thin latex ripped at the tip. He'd been watching her cycles like the book said and she needed to take his seed now, fill her womb with it until he had a son blooming in her belly.
He smiled as he turned back around, kneeling between her damp thighs to sink into an eager cunt that had been heated and tightened by the three comes he'd delivered on the tip of his tongue. He fucked her slow and sweet, licking the salt from her neck and the breath from her lips as his fingers trapped a hip and a breast, kneading and gently controlling, just enough to keep her arousal at its upper edge. Her stuttered breath made her radiant and his cock twitched inside her at the thought of her mom-to-be glow. It made him work to rock against her hot spot inside and up over her clit until she was shuddering under him and the clench around his cock and his waist made him groan.
He fucked harder, a hand in her hair as he whispered needy words into her skin, sweat drenching them both, and when she finally came, he was right there with her, tipping into an orgasmic abyss with the biggest damn grin on his face, knowing that fatherhood was only nine months away. The way she gushed inside meant he didn't even have to explain, didn't have to worry her with supposed-to-be-sad stories of broken condoms and boyfriends who swear to be there if anything happens. His relief meant his kisses all over her face pressed like hot and grateful rain as they both came down from their high and she laughed at him, almost overwhelmed, with bright eyes that were nearly feverish after their intimate workout.
Tomorrow, he thought as he rolled to the side and they grinned each other to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll ask her to marry me and when the ring slips into place it will bind us forever, a beautiful young family rising into an empire, all as it should be.
In his dreams, he hugged his golden-eyed mentor and friend, unable to say what was in his heart because he was just so grateful to have come to this final stage at last, to have weathered all the tests and earned the whole of his rewards. Maybe there would be more hurdles yet to handle, necessary bloodstains on his Jess-pressed shirts as other families fell to make room for the one that he was building, but he'd struggled three long years on his own and he didn't want to turn back anymore. So, he let himself be thankful for the blessed ring and the perfect girl and the chance to have the stable family life that he'd never had before but always wanted. Then, he promised to be a loving father and a strong leader, guiding his son and his people to their rightful royal place in this world.
And maybe someday, he'd earn the ultimate reward, holding his beloved son close in a mirror as they both sighed contentedly and looked into matching pairs of golden eyes.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore
Prompt: "014-Pregnancy Scare" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~560 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: Dark (sort of). Schmoop (yes, dark schmoop, apparently). Pre-apocalypse. Pregnancy (conception). Manipulation. Established relationship. Character study. Het. Smut. Graphic m/f sex. Mentions of violence. AU from some Stanford era pre-series time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Family is his priority now more than ever and he's going to do it right this time.
Author's Notes: FYI: Sam's not exactly a nice guy in this. You might even say that he's evil, but this piece isn't part of my Evil!Sammy Universe (though I can't say it hasn't been tainted by it, heh). Fair warning. Somehow weirdly inspired by the "Lost Months Challenge: What Evil!Sam Did on His Summer Vacation" over at evilsam_spn.
Office Product
"Let me just ..." He turned away from her and went through the motions - the torn foil, the squeak of latex, the hand full of lube fisting his condomed cock - but this time he made sure that the thin latex ripped at the tip. He'd been watching her cycles like the book said and she needed to take his seed now, fill her womb with it until he had a son blooming in her belly.
He smiled as he turned back around, kneeling between her damp thighs to sink into an eager cunt that had been heated and tightened by the three comes he'd delivered on the tip of his tongue. He fucked her slow and sweet, licking the salt from her neck and the breath from her lips as his fingers trapped a hip and a breast, kneading and gently controlling, just enough to keep her arousal at its upper edge. Her stuttered breath made her radiant and his cock twitched inside her at the thought of her mom-to-be glow. It made him work to rock against her hot spot inside and up over her clit until she was shuddering under him and the clench around his cock and his waist made him groan.
He fucked harder, a hand in her hair as he whispered needy words into her skin, sweat drenching them both, and when she finally came, he was right there with her, tipping into an orgasmic abyss with the biggest damn grin on his face, knowing that fatherhood was only nine months away. The way she gushed inside meant he didn't even have to explain, didn't have to worry her with supposed-to-be-sad stories of broken condoms and boyfriends who swear to be there if anything happens. His relief meant his kisses all over her face pressed like hot and grateful rain as they both came down from their high and she laughed at him, almost overwhelmed, with bright eyes that were nearly feverish after their intimate workout.
Tomorrow, he thought as he rolled to the side and they grinned each other to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll ask her to marry me and when the ring slips into place it will bind us forever, a beautiful young family rising into an empire, all as it should be.
In his dreams, he hugged his golden-eyed mentor and friend, unable to say what was in his heart because he was just so grateful to have come to this final stage at last, to have weathered all the tests and earned the whole of his rewards. Maybe there would be more hurdles yet to handle, necessary bloodstains on his Jess-pressed shirts as other families fell to make room for the one that he was building, but he'd struggled three long years on his own and he didn't want to turn back anymore. So, he let himself be thankful for the blessed ring and the perfect girl and the chance to have the stable family life that he'd never had before but always wanted. Then, he promised to be a loving father and a strong leader, guiding his son and his people to their rightful royal place in this world.
And maybe someday, he'd earn the ultimate reward, holding his beloved son close in a mirror as they both sighed contentedly and looked into matching pairs of golden eyes.