FIC: Every Muscle Was Throbbing, Throbbing from That Riotous Ride (Blindfold Fill)
Title: Every Muscle Was Throbbing, Throbbing from That Riotous Ride
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Godstiel
Word length: 950
Warning: Dub-con
Prompt: Dean has to ride Castiel's huge cock to keep him from harming Sam and Bobby, but ends up liking it too much to stop...
He had begged, and the memory makes his cheeks flush even as he works himself further down on Castiel's cock. Castiel's eyes are wide and lust-dark and all-knowing, an unfamiliar smirk playing on his lips as if he is reading Dean's thoughts right that second. He probably is, the bastard. Not that it matters; Dean would do anything to save Sam and Bobby and Castiel had no need to read his mind to know it.
Castiel's fingers have a firm grip on Dean's hips, and he adjusts Dean like he was a toy or a glove for his cock, settling Dean firmly into his lap until his cock is fully encased in Dean's body. It's a little uncomfortable for Dean, his body bent almost in half with his ankle's up on Castiel's shoulders, but he's alive, and somewhere else in the warehouse Sam and Bobby are, too, so he can hardly complain. Out loud. He squelches his bitching in his head, too, when a dark line appears on Castiel's forehead.
"Like the feel of you inside me, Cas," he says quietly, lying. "Used to dream about you fucking me. Before."
Which is only a half-lie, and hopefully Castiel is too engrossed to really tell. Dean had dreamed of sex with Cas before, but his dreams had consisted of Cas blowing him, sucking him dry and lapping him clean. Nothing like this.
Castiel lifts him two inches up his shaft, then drops him, shoving him down hard. Dean chokes back a gasp.
"Always wanted you to manhandle me like this," Dean lies. Kind of. He had been maybe a little turned on a few times Cas had slammed him into doors or crowded into his personal space.
Castiel lifts him again, and this time Dean grunts when Castiel impales him back on his cock. Castiel is so huge and Dean's a little worried about being torn apart, splitting open, and then who will take care of his family?
Castiel adjusts his position, and the next time he impales Dean with his cock he hits Dean's prostate. Dean moans, his own cock giving an appreciative little twitch in spite of himself. Castiel bares his teeth in a smile, and then he's thrusting up as he holds Dean down.
Dean loses his train of thought, loses the capacity for speech at all as Castiel bounces him in his lap. He has to hook his ankles behind Castiel's neck to keep any form of balance. Castiel's hands move up his body to his shoulders to keep forcing him down, to force his cock even deeper into Dean's ass.
The rhythm is fast and punishing, Castiel's stomach muscles flexing as he pounds into Dean and sweat curling his hair, and Dean's heart aches at the sight. The thought rises, unbidden, that they maybe should have done this earlier, maybe it would have prevented them for being in their current predicament. Castiel growls low in his throat. His hands hook around Dean's shoulders and then Dean really is in half, crushed to Castiel's chest as the god smashes their lips together.
It's a demanding kiss, rough and more than a little needy, more than a little aggressive, and Dean fights back, his tongue twisting with Castiel's as he licks into Castiel's mouth. Castiel's cock is breaking him in two and Dean is so hard, his own leaking cock trapped between their bodies. He almost bites Castiel's tongue when Castiel closes his eyes and comes inside him.
He hadn't thought even a god's orgasm could last that long, but Castiel spills into him for a whole minute, thrusting uncontrollably as Dean is filled with cum, as it leaks out around Castiel's cock.
Dean comes when Castiel opens his eyes. The wonder in them is so similar to Cas it sends him right over the edge.
When he comes to he's laid out on a bed in a room somewhere, not the warehouse. Castiel is standing at a window, moonlight bathing his naked body in a pale glow. Or perhaps it's just his godliness. Castiel turns to him, and Dean sighs. That look is Castiel, not Cas. Castiel crosses to the bed and lies down next to him, waiting. Dean's throat is a little dry.
"Are Sam and Bobby...?" he croaks out.
A flicker across Castiel's face, the moue of his lips so very Cas-like before his features smooth. "You can go to them now if you wish."
Dean shifts on the bed, rises to his knees. He feels well-fucked, certainly, a little sore, but if there was damage from Castiel's impaling cock, the god had healed it. He's off the bed and searching for his clothes when it hits him. Castiel hadn't erased the pleasure, only the pain. Maybe...
Castiel's eyes open wide in surprise when Dean climbs back onto the bed, when he straddles Castiel's hips and lowers himself slowly onto Castiel's suddenly erect cock. Castiel slides easily inside, Dean's still wet and stretched. His hands reach up to hold Dean's thighs loosely as Dean begins to undulate above him.
"You feel so good, Cas," Dean moans, and this time it's not a lie. "Want your cock in me always."
When Castiel whimpers and breathes his name, it's Cas doing it. Dean grins fiercely. He'll ride Castiel's cock all night, for one hundred nights or more, to keep his family safe. Sam, Bobby...and Cas. And when Cas is back, Dean will keep riding him.
Castiel comes inside him a second time, and Dean rides him through it. The refractory period of a god is as nothing, after all, and within moments he's thrusting greedily back up into Dean and gasping with pleasure.
"So good, Cas..."
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Godstiel
Word length: 950
Warning: Dub-con
Prompt: Dean has to ride Castiel's huge cock to keep him from harming Sam and Bobby, but ends up liking it too much to stop...
He had begged, and the memory makes his cheeks flush even as he works himself further down on Castiel's cock. Castiel's eyes are wide and lust-dark and all-knowing, an unfamiliar smirk playing on his lips as if he is reading Dean's thoughts right that second. He probably is, the bastard. Not that it matters; Dean would do anything to save Sam and Bobby and Castiel had no need to read his mind to know it.
Castiel's fingers have a firm grip on Dean's hips, and he adjusts Dean like he was a toy or a glove for his cock, settling Dean firmly into his lap until his cock is fully encased in Dean's body. It's a little uncomfortable for Dean, his body bent almost in half with his ankle's up on Castiel's shoulders, but he's alive, and somewhere else in the warehouse Sam and Bobby are, too, so he can hardly complain. Out loud. He squelches his bitching in his head, too, when a dark line appears on Castiel's forehead.
"Like the feel of you inside me, Cas," he says quietly, lying. "Used to dream about you fucking me. Before."
Which is only a half-lie, and hopefully Castiel is too engrossed to really tell. Dean had dreamed of sex with Cas before, but his dreams had consisted of Cas blowing him, sucking him dry and lapping him clean. Nothing like this.
Castiel lifts him two inches up his shaft, then drops him, shoving him down hard. Dean chokes back a gasp.
"Always wanted you to manhandle me like this," Dean lies. Kind of. He had been maybe a little turned on a few times Cas had slammed him into doors or crowded into his personal space.
Castiel lifts him again, and this time Dean grunts when Castiel impales him back on his cock. Castiel is so huge and Dean's a little worried about being torn apart, splitting open, and then who will take care of his family?
Castiel adjusts his position, and the next time he impales Dean with his cock he hits Dean's prostate. Dean moans, his own cock giving an appreciative little twitch in spite of himself. Castiel bares his teeth in a smile, and then he's thrusting up as he holds Dean down.
Dean loses his train of thought, loses the capacity for speech at all as Castiel bounces him in his lap. He has to hook his ankles behind Castiel's neck to keep any form of balance. Castiel's hands move up his body to his shoulders to keep forcing him down, to force his cock even deeper into Dean's ass.
The rhythm is fast and punishing, Castiel's stomach muscles flexing as he pounds into Dean and sweat curling his hair, and Dean's heart aches at the sight. The thought rises, unbidden, that they maybe should have done this earlier, maybe it would have prevented them for being in their current predicament. Castiel growls low in his throat. His hands hook around Dean's shoulders and then Dean really is in half, crushed to Castiel's chest as the god smashes their lips together.
It's a demanding kiss, rough and more than a little needy, more than a little aggressive, and Dean fights back, his tongue twisting with Castiel's as he licks into Castiel's mouth. Castiel's cock is breaking him in two and Dean is so hard, his own leaking cock trapped between their bodies. He almost bites Castiel's tongue when Castiel closes his eyes and comes inside him.
He hadn't thought even a god's orgasm could last that long, but Castiel spills into him for a whole minute, thrusting uncontrollably as Dean is filled with cum, as it leaks out around Castiel's cock.
Dean comes when Castiel opens his eyes. The wonder in them is so similar to Cas it sends him right over the edge.
When he comes to he's laid out on a bed in a room somewhere, not the warehouse. Castiel is standing at a window, moonlight bathing his naked body in a pale glow. Or perhaps it's just his godliness. Castiel turns to him, and Dean sighs. That look is Castiel, not Cas. Castiel crosses to the bed and lies down next to him, waiting. Dean's throat is a little dry.
"Are Sam and Bobby...?" he croaks out.
A flicker across Castiel's face, the moue of his lips so very Cas-like before his features smooth. "You can go to them now if you wish."
Dean shifts on the bed, rises to his knees. He feels well-fucked, certainly, a little sore, but if there was damage from Castiel's impaling cock, the god had healed it. He's off the bed and searching for his clothes when it hits him. Castiel hadn't erased the pleasure, only the pain. Maybe...
Castiel's eyes open wide in surprise when Dean climbs back onto the bed, when he straddles Castiel's hips and lowers himself slowly onto Castiel's suddenly erect cock. Castiel slides easily inside, Dean's still wet and stretched. His hands reach up to hold Dean's thighs loosely as Dean begins to undulate above him.
"You feel so good, Cas," Dean moans, and this time it's not a lie. "Want your cock in me always."
When Castiel whimpers and breathes his name, it's Cas doing it. Dean grins fiercely. He'll ride Castiel's cock all night, for one hundred nights or more, to keep his family safe. Sam, Bobby...and Cas. And when Cas is back, Dean will keep riding him.
Castiel comes inside him a second time, and Dean rides him through it. The refractory period of a god is as nothing, after all, and within moments he's thrusting greedily back up into Dean and gasping with pleasure.
"So good, Cas..."