Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean) Sam's Really Starting To Love This
Title: Sam's Really Starting To Love This
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 710
Summary: UnholyConsort!fic. Sam's really starting to love Dean's daily gangbang. Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: "The Consort to the King of Hell is especially horny during his pregnancy, Sam is beginning to really love Dean's daily gangbang with chosen demons."
Warnings: Mpreg. =)
Dean gasps and arches his back, his pretty green eyes wide and unfocused as a dark-haired demon fucks into from behind. Dean mewls, twisting his upper body to beg for a kiss and the demon obliges, tongue lolling out to meet Dean’s. The demon hooks an arm around Dean to support him, careful of Dean’s pregnant, swelled belly. Dean gasps and wiggles his hips, trying to get the demon’s cock as much inside him as he can.
Another demon, a blond, crawls up on his stomach to lap gently at Dean’s leaking cock and Dean shudders, a pretty “please” falling from his lips.
Sam reaches down to free his cock, sliding farther down in his seat. He strokes himself slow, knowing that Dean’s going to make this last forever and wanting to enjoy as much as he can. Sometimes Sam’s just too tired from work to even get it up but he still makes sure he watches at least part of this. Dean’s so fucking gorgeous when he’s getting fucked; it’s impossible for Sam *not* to watch.
The demonic pregnancy that’s swelling Dean’s belly has been sending Dean’s hormones through the roof, making him desperate to be fucked. Making him gasp and shiver and spread his legs if Sam just happens to glance at him. Sam would love nothing more than to fuck Dean’s brains out each time he begged for it-Dean begs so prettily lately, all hot eyes and wet lips and “Please Sammy”s-but he just can’t seem to keep up with Dean lately. Dean’s got his libido spiking through the roof and Sam…Sam’s starting to feel just drained.
So now sometimes Sam just watches and, as time goes on, he’s starting to love this more and more. Dean’d made sure he’d picked some good ones, selecting them not just for their looks but for their dick size because Dean’s apparently got a real good appreciation for a nice, thick dick. There’s a brunette, a redhead, and a blond, just because Dean likes the variety, plus the sloe-eyed and dark-skinned twins. Sometimes Dean takes them one after another, having them all fuck his ass like in turn and sometimes, like tonight, Dean lets them all have him at once.
Sometimes Sam kicks them all out of bed and makes them watch as he takes Dean himself.
One of the twins stands on the bed and shoves his leaking cock at Dean’s face and Dean parts his pretty, pouty lips and sucks it up. Sam groans and swipes a thumb over his leaking head. He’s so not going to last. There’s mounds of paperwork still waiting to be done but when Dean’d started this up, Sam’d decided he deserved a break. And besides-it always took awhile for the assistants to wheel all the stacks into the bedroom when Sam decided to change workstations, anyway.
Dean’s whimpering as the brunette sinks a few fingers into Dean beside his cock and the blond that’d been sucking on Dean flips over with a wicked grin. Dean pulls his head off the cock in his mouth to pant a “Please, oh fuck yes,” that makes Sam throb. Dean keens as the blond pushes his cock into Dean’s hole alongside the brunette’s and they start a rhythm together. Dean gasps, bites his lip, and then resumes sucking the cock in front of him like he was dying of thirst. In the background, Sam can see the other twin move beside Dean, see Dean’s hand close around the cock offered to him and start to stroke.
The redhead sidles up over the blond’s face, shoving his dick into the blond’s open mouth and gripping Dean’s cock as he starts to lick Dean’s belly, tongue mapping the invisible runes that had been painted on Dean’s body. Dean thrashes and moans and Sam comes.
Sam pants and pulses over his hand, ropes of come splattering on to his skin. When Sam looks up, Dean’s leaning his head back against the shoulder behind him, whispering “Sammy” as he comes, painting the demon fucking underneath him.
Sam’s hips stutter forward for one last jerk and he groans, sagging into his chair.
Sam’s really starting to love Dean’s daily ritual.
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 710
Summary: UnholyConsort!fic. Sam's really starting to love Dean's daily gangbang. Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: "The Consort to the King of Hell is especially horny during his pregnancy, Sam is beginning to really love Dean's daily gangbang with chosen demons."
Warnings: Mpreg. =)
Dean gasps and arches his back, his pretty green eyes wide and unfocused as a dark-haired demon fucks into from behind. Dean mewls, twisting his upper body to beg for a kiss and the demon obliges, tongue lolling out to meet Dean’s. The demon hooks an arm around Dean to support him, careful of Dean’s pregnant, swelled belly. Dean gasps and wiggles his hips, trying to get the demon’s cock as much inside him as he can.
Another demon, a blond, crawls up on his stomach to lap gently at Dean’s leaking cock and Dean shudders, a pretty “please” falling from his lips.
Sam reaches down to free his cock, sliding farther down in his seat. He strokes himself slow, knowing that Dean’s going to make this last forever and wanting to enjoy as much as he can. Sometimes Sam’s just too tired from work to even get it up but he still makes sure he watches at least part of this. Dean’s so fucking gorgeous when he’s getting fucked; it’s impossible for Sam *not* to watch.
The demonic pregnancy that’s swelling Dean’s belly has been sending Dean’s hormones through the roof, making him desperate to be fucked. Making him gasp and shiver and spread his legs if Sam just happens to glance at him. Sam would love nothing more than to fuck Dean’s brains out each time he begged for it-Dean begs so prettily lately, all hot eyes and wet lips and “Please Sammy”s-but he just can’t seem to keep up with Dean lately. Dean’s got his libido spiking through the roof and Sam…Sam’s starting to feel just drained.
So now sometimes Sam just watches and, as time goes on, he’s starting to love this more and more. Dean’d made sure he’d picked some good ones, selecting them not just for their looks but for their dick size because Dean’s apparently got a real good appreciation for a nice, thick dick. There’s a brunette, a redhead, and a blond, just because Dean likes the variety, plus the sloe-eyed and dark-skinned twins. Sometimes Dean takes them one after another, having them all fuck his ass like in turn and sometimes, like tonight, Dean lets them all have him at once.
Sometimes Sam kicks them all out of bed and makes them watch as he takes Dean himself.
One of the twins stands on the bed and shoves his leaking cock at Dean’s face and Dean parts his pretty, pouty lips and sucks it up. Sam groans and swipes a thumb over his leaking head. He’s so not going to last. There’s mounds of paperwork still waiting to be done but when Dean’d started this up, Sam’d decided he deserved a break. And besides-it always took awhile for the assistants to wheel all the stacks into the bedroom when Sam decided to change workstations, anyway.
Dean’s whimpering as the brunette sinks a few fingers into Dean beside his cock and the blond that’d been sucking on Dean flips over with a wicked grin. Dean pulls his head off the cock in his mouth to pant a “Please, oh fuck yes,” that makes Sam throb. Dean keens as the blond pushes his cock into Dean’s hole alongside the brunette’s and they start a rhythm together. Dean gasps, bites his lip, and then resumes sucking the cock in front of him like he was dying of thirst. In the background, Sam can see the other twin move beside Dean, see Dean’s hand close around the cock offered to him and start to stroke.
The redhead sidles up over the blond’s face, shoving his dick into the blond’s open mouth and gripping Dean’s cock as he starts to lick Dean’s belly, tongue mapping the invisible runes that had been painted on Dean’s body. Dean thrashes and moans and Sam comes.
Sam pants and pulses over his hand, ropes of come splattering on to his skin. When Sam looks up, Dean’s leaning his head back against the shoulder behind him, whispering “Sammy” as he comes, painting the demon fucking underneath him.
Sam’s hips stutter forward for one last jerk and he groans, sagging into his chair.
Sam’s really starting to love Dean’s daily ritual.