Fic: SPN (Sam/Dean/OFC): Dean's Got a Thing | NC-17 | 1300 words
Title: Dean's Got a Thing
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers only for the tattoos. And if that's a spoiler for you at this point, you might want to start watching some episodes...
Summary: Ever since I was little, I’ve known just how much Dean likes eating women out. It was kind of hard to miss when I came home early one day when I was 13 to find him on his knees, face buried in a girl’s crotch moaning even louder than she was.
Word Count: 1300
A/N: I can't stop writing lately...
Also: This fic now has a sequel: Like Candy.
Ever since I was little, I’ve known just how much Dean likes eating women out. It was kind of hard to miss when I came home early one day when I was 13 to find him on his knees, face buried in a girl’s crotch moaning even louder than she was. There’s been other times since then--even times where I’ve known that he never fucked the girl that he’d picked up at the bar-he’d licked her until she screamed, jerking himself off the entire time.
It’s a thing with him.
He likes sucking dick, too-he has a kind of oral fixation that just won’t quit. Luckily, though, I’ve got one of those, so we both stay pretty happy on that front. He misses girls, though, I know. He misses shoving his nose into a girl’s cunt and happily licking away.
I’m not going to lie: it led to a couple of fights between him and me before we worked out a solution. When shoved into the light of day, my possessive streak is kind of ridiculous, but it’s not anything I can control. I hit the roof the first time I’d found him on his knees in front of some two-bit skank after we’d started fucking. Yanked him off the ground, called him a slut and took him home to fuck him into the damn mattress. I’d been a little rough and, well, Dean hadn’t spoken to me for over a week. That’d been pretty damn awkward, especially since we’d be trying to pick out a new hunt at the time. “Hey, I think I found something: ‘Family Mysteriously Burns to Death' only according to the report there wasn't a fire. What about that? Dean? Seriously? Oh for…”
Thankfully, I’d managed to push past my jealousy and actually do a little bit of thinking. I’d finally sat down and put two and two together-all the little hints Dean’d been trying to give me smacking me in the forehead. I could have smacked myself in the forehead once I actually figured it out. I’d grabbed him by his overshirt after that, earning a confused “What the Hell, Sammy?”
I’d growled at him and shoved my face close enough to his to kiss him but just barely held back. He’d started panting, his pupils starting to dilate and that’s when I’d hit him with the real bomb. “You wanna go out and pick out a girl?”
He’d swallowed, searching my face for a trick, before finally whispering “Together?”
I’d nodded, kissing him quick and loving the complete surrender in his body. “Bring her back here and let you put your tongue in her while I fuck you? Would you like that, Dean?” He’d moaned and his knees had buckled.
That’s how we ended up here, back at the motel room, sprawled on a bed together with Dean firmly between a girl’s slim thighs. He’d picked out a nice one-a brunette that’s all soft, rounding curves and smooth silky voice. She’s a bit hippy with a great ass and I know exactly why Dean chose her-he fits so nicely. She’s twisting and moaning, her hands curling in the sheets but that’s nothing compared to Dean. He’s louder than she is as he buries his face in her folds. I can hear the wet lap of his tongue as he contentedly licks her clean.
Me, I’m behind him, in between his thighs, fucking into his tight heat and making his moaning occasionally break with a sobbing whimper.
She’d liked Dean immediately-most girls do. He’s all charm and genuine interest wrapped up in a pretty, pretty package. They know he’s not promising forever and they’re usually okay with that-there’s a reason why Dean chooses the girls he does-he’s just promising one hell of a night that they’ll never forget. He’d sat down on the stool beside her and she’d immediately started smiling. I’d given them a few minutes before I joined them, walking up behind Dean and putting a hand on his shoulder. She’d looked between the two of us, just a little confused. When she’d heard that we both wanted her, though, there’d been no confusion in her “Want to get out of here?”
She shudders as Dean changes the angle, lower jaw opening more to get his mouth on her better. He keeps one hand holding her open while the other slides up over her soft belly, rubbing circles. I dig my fingers into his back and drag them downward, making him whine as I remind him just who he belongs to-who’s allowing this. He pushes back against me and spreads his legs wider, letting me know he understands.
The girl’s starting to gasp, orgasm coming up like a freight train and she’s staring blindly at the ceiling. Her legs curl upwards and her back arches. She’s close and we all know it. Dean moans louder and slips his fingers inside of her as he moves up to rapidly flick his tongue at her clit. She comes with a scream, freight train crashing into all of us.
Dean moans brokenly, lapping desperately as he tries to get his fill of her taste before she comes to long enough to pull him off. I growl, my balls tightening in response to the girl’s orgasm, and bend over Dean’s back as I reach a hand around to fist his dick. He mewls and thrusts his hips into my grip. The girl’s shoved him down, away from her clit but Dean’s still licking, tongue swirling in her hole for more of her slick. With her contented smile, though, she looks more than happy to leave him there.
I swipe my thumb over the head of Dean’s cock, slamming into him hard, and Dean freezes before coming all over my hand. He's shuddering around my cock and spilling in my grip, but his tongue stays busy in the girl’s cunt.
I ride him out, grunting as his orgasm tightens his ass around me. A few more thrusts and I come too, shooting into his heat and listening to Dean moan as I fill him. I pant, shoving in a few more times with my hands tight on his hips to hold him still while I take my pleasure. Over Dean’s head, I see the girl watching us both-Dean still buried between her legs and me coming in his ass. She licks her lips before collapsing back on the bed.
As my dick finishes its last spasm, I shiver and, deciding that I didn’t like the way she was looking at us, fist a hand in Dean’s hair. We weren’t putting on a show for her benefit. Just attending to Dean’s needs. I haul him up and out of her snatch, glaring as his tongue swipes over his lips for the last little bit. Growling, I yank him backward and turn his head for a kiss, replacing her taste with mine. Dean whimpers, his hands fumbling for mine as I slide them around to possessively clutch his chest. I push upward to cover his tattoo and I know the girl’s watching us.
I snake a hand down to Dean’s spent dick, fondling it just to make him shudder. “God, Sammy…” he chokes out and I smile in pleased satisfaction. Dean might get to lick girls out now and then, but I’m the one going to be making him come. He misses it because for some reason he loves shoving his nose into a girl’s cunt so I’ll let him, but it’s always going to be while my dick is up his ass. Judging by the way Dean is collapsing against me, though, and how his tongue is unfurling in my mouth, he seems more than okay with that.
Continue on to Like Candy.
Author: dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers only for the tattoos. And if that's a spoiler for you at this point, you might want to start watching some episodes...
Summary: Ever since I was little, I’ve known just how much Dean likes eating women out. It was kind of hard to miss when I came home early one day when I was 13 to find him on his knees, face buried in a girl’s crotch moaning even louder than she was.
Word Count: 1300
A/N: I can't stop writing lately...
Also: This fic now has a sequel: Like Candy.
Ever since I was little, I’ve known just how much Dean likes eating women out. It was kind of hard to miss when I came home early one day when I was 13 to find him on his knees, face buried in a girl’s crotch moaning even louder than she was. There’s been other times since then--even times where I’ve known that he never fucked the girl that he’d picked up at the bar-he’d licked her until she screamed, jerking himself off the entire time.
It’s a thing with him.
He likes sucking dick, too-he has a kind of oral fixation that just won’t quit. Luckily, though, I’ve got one of those, so we both stay pretty happy on that front. He misses girls, though, I know. He misses shoving his nose into a girl’s cunt and happily licking away.
I’m not going to lie: it led to a couple of fights between him and me before we worked out a solution. When shoved into the light of day, my possessive streak is kind of ridiculous, but it’s not anything I can control. I hit the roof the first time I’d found him on his knees in front of some two-bit skank after we’d started fucking. Yanked him off the ground, called him a slut and took him home to fuck him into the damn mattress. I’d been a little rough and, well, Dean hadn’t spoken to me for over a week. That’d been pretty damn awkward, especially since we’d be trying to pick out a new hunt at the time. “Hey, I think I found something: ‘Family Mysteriously Burns to Death' only according to the report there wasn't a fire. What about that? Dean? Seriously? Oh for…”
Thankfully, I’d managed to push past my jealousy and actually do a little bit of thinking. I’d finally sat down and put two and two together-all the little hints Dean’d been trying to give me smacking me in the forehead. I could have smacked myself in the forehead once I actually figured it out. I’d grabbed him by his overshirt after that, earning a confused “What the Hell, Sammy?”
I’d growled at him and shoved my face close enough to his to kiss him but just barely held back. He’d started panting, his pupils starting to dilate and that’s when I’d hit him with the real bomb. “You wanna go out and pick out a girl?”
He’d swallowed, searching my face for a trick, before finally whispering “Together?”
I’d nodded, kissing him quick and loving the complete surrender in his body. “Bring her back here and let you put your tongue in her while I fuck you? Would you like that, Dean?” He’d moaned and his knees had buckled.
That’s how we ended up here, back at the motel room, sprawled on a bed together with Dean firmly between a girl’s slim thighs. He’d picked out a nice one-a brunette that’s all soft, rounding curves and smooth silky voice. She’s a bit hippy with a great ass and I know exactly why Dean chose her-he fits so nicely. She’s twisting and moaning, her hands curling in the sheets but that’s nothing compared to Dean. He’s louder than she is as he buries his face in her folds. I can hear the wet lap of his tongue as he contentedly licks her clean.
Me, I’m behind him, in between his thighs, fucking into his tight heat and making his moaning occasionally break with a sobbing whimper.
She’d liked Dean immediately-most girls do. He’s all charm and genuine interest wrapped up in a pretty, pretty package. They know he’s not promising forever and they’re usually okay with that-there’s a reason why Dean chooses the girls he does-he’s just promising one hell of a night that they’ll never forget. He’d sat down on the stool beside her and she’d immediately started smiling. I’d given them a few minutes before I joined them, walking up behind Dean and putting a hand on his shoulder. She’d looked between the two of us, just a little confused. When she’d heard that we both wanted her, though, there’d been no confusion in her “Want to get out of here?”
She shudders as Dean changes the angle, lower jaw opening more to get his mouth on her better. He keeps one hand holding her open while the other slides up over her soft belly, rubbing circles. I dig my fingers into his back and drag them downward, making him whine as I remind him just who he belongs to-who’s allowing this. He pushes back against me and spreads his legs wider, letting me know he understands.
The girl’s starting to gasp, orgasm coming up like a freight train and she’s staring blindly at the ceiling. Her legs curl upwards and her back arches. She’s close and we all know it. Dean moans louder and slips his fingers inside of her as he moves up to rapidly flick his tongue at her clit. She comes with a scream, freight train crashing into all of us.
Dean moans brokenly, lapping desperately as he tries to get his fill of her taste before she comes to long enough to pull him off. I growl, my balls tightening in response to the girl’s orgasm, and bend over Dean’s back as I reach a hand around to fist his dick. He mewls and thrusts his hips into my grip. The girl’s shoved him down, away from her clit but Dean’s still licking, tongue swirling in her hole for more of her slick. With her contented smile, though, she looks more than happy to leave him there.
I swipe my thumb over the head of Dean’s cock, slamming into him hard, and Dean freezes before coming all over my hand. He's shuddering around my cock and spilling in my grip, but his tongue stays busy in the girl’s cunt.
I ride him out, grunting as his orgasm tightens his ass around me. A few more thrusts and I come too, shooting into his heat and listening to Dean moan as I fill him. I pant, shoving in a few more times with my hands tight on his hips to hold him still while I take my pleasure. Over Dean’s head, I see the girl watching us both-Dean still buried between her legs and me coming in his ass. She licks her lips before collapsing back on the bed.
As my dick finishes its last spasm, I shiver and, deciding that I didn’t like the way she was looking at us, fist a hand in Dean’s hair. We weren’t putting on a show for her benefit. Just attending to Dean’s needs. I haul him up and out of her snatch, glaring as his tongue swipes over his lips for the last little bit. Growling, I yank him backward and turn his head for a kiss, replacing her taste with mine. Dean whimpers, his hands fumbling for mine as I slide them around to possessively clutch his chest. I push upward to cover his tattoo and I know the girl’s watching us.
I snake a hand down to Dean’s spent dick, fondling it just to make him shudder. “God, Sammy…” he chokes out and I smile in pleased satisfaction. Dean might get to lick girls out now and then, but I’m the one going to be making him come. He misses it because for some reason he loves shoving his nose into a girl’s cunt so I’ll let him, but it’s always going to be while my dick is up his ass. Judging by the way Dean is collapsing against me, though, and how his tongue is unfurling in my mouth, he seems more than okay with that.
Continue on to Like Candy.