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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Lucifer/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Sam_Winchester, Lucifer_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      One_Shot_Collection, Kink, wing!kink, Sounding, Dirty_Talk, tail!kink,
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Destiel_-_Freeform, Samifer_-_Freeform, Watersports,
      Desperation, teen!chesters, Wincestiel_-_Freeform, Double_Penetration,
      Bottom_Castiel, Bottom_Dean, Top_Dean, Top_Sam, Exhibitionism, Knotting,
      BDSM, Flogging, Edgeplay, Multiple_Orgasms, Multiple_Pairings, Rope
      Bondage, Sub_Castiel, Dom/sub, Dominant_Dean, References_to_Knotting,
      Curious_Castiel, Christmas, Weecest, Frottage, First_Time, Destiel
      Watersports, Accident, Accidental_Watersports, Unrine, Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-23 Updated: 2014-07-07 Chapters: 11/28 Words: 24967
****** 28 Tales of Kink ******
by NightAngel97
Summary
     Alright so this is going to be a collection of 28 kink-related one
     shots. They’ll be mostly Destiel, but there will be some Samifer,
     Sabriel, and yes, Wincest sprinkled in. If some of those pairings or
     the kinks I do aren't your thing, I’ll clearly state the pairing and
     kink at the top of each story so that you can skip over the ones that
     don’t appeal to you. Most of them will also be established-
     relationship, so that I don’t have to worry about writing 28 awkward
     ‘first-time’ emotions. Kinks include: wing!kink, tail!kink, BDSM,
     watersports, and much, much more ;)Okay, I think I’m done now, so
     onward to the kinks!
Notes
     Summary: Alright so to start things out here’s some good old fashion
     Destiel wing!kink. After a few months of being together, Dean asks
     Castiel to see his wings. I know, I know it’s been done so many times
     before, but it’s my first wing!kink so I decided to start easy. Enjoy
     ;) P.S. The title is from the song by The Cure.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Doing The Unstuck *****
Doing_The_Unstuck
It had been exactly four months, two weeks, five days, eleven hours, thirteen
minutes, and twenty-eight seconds since Dean and Castiel had been sleeping
together before Dean got up the courage to ask Castiel something that he had
wanted to ask since that first night.
They were on their bed and had gotten rid of all of their clothing except for
their boxer’s and T-shirts when Dean broke the kiss and sat up, “Hey, Cass?”
“Yes?” Castiel hummed softly, sitting up next to Dean.
Dean shifted nervously, “Can ask you something?”
“Anything,” Castiel told his lover honestly.
“Do you think that maybe I could…?” Dean trailed off, biting his lip.
“Maybe…see your wings?”
Castiel tilted his head, “You wish to see my wings?”
Dean nodded,” Yeah, I mean you said that an angel’s wings are basically like
their junk so I figured since you’ve seen mine enough times…But I mean, it’s
not like an ‘I showed you mine so now you have to show me yours’ thing or
anything like that. I just really want to see what they look like and feel like
and…stuff. And I mean, you don’t haveto show me if you don’t want to, but I
think it would be kinda nice and fun and uh…intimate.” Dean sighed, remaking
eye contact with Castiel, not having been aware of breaking it during his
rambling.
Castiel smiled, reaching out to cup Dean’s jaw, “I’d be more than happy to
allow you to view and even touch my wings, Dean.”
Dean’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, “Can you show me now?”
“Of course,” Castiel pulled his shirt off and rolled his shoulders back a few
times. “Close your eyes for a moment.”
“Okay, yeah,” Dean breathed, closing his eyes with a grin still plastered
across his face.
Castiel smiled at his hunter as he willed a pair of wings into existence. He
shifted them experimentally, adjusting their shape, size, and color a few times
before nodding to himself, “You can open your eyes now, Dean.”
Dean opened his eyes, gasping at the sight of two sleek black wings coming out
of Castiel’s back. Castiel shifted them, flaring them out to span out about
three feet on each side. Of all the things to say, Dean naturally said the
stupidest, most insulting and therefor, most Dean-like thing possible, “They’re
smaller than I was expecting.”
Castiel flinched, but nodded, knowing that Dean hadn’t meant to insult him. “I
scaled them down a bit from their actual size. I thought that you would find
them more appealing if they were small enough for you to easily handle.”
Dean’s eyes widened as his words caught up to him, “Shit, I didn’t- wait so I
can actually touch them?”
Castiel chuckled softly, nodding and turning to give Dean full access to his
wings.
Dean slowly reached out and ran a hand over the ridge of Castiel’s left wing,
causing Castiel’s breath to catch in his throat. “They’re so soft and…pretty,”
Dean mumbled, combing both of his hands through the thick feathers.
“Thank you,” Castiel sighed under Dean’s affection, a shutter running through
his body, starting at the base of his spine and traveling up through the tips
of his wings.
Dean grinned, “Is this turning you on? Me touching your wings while telling you
how fucking amazing they are?”
Castiel whimpered as Dean continued to stroke his wings, “A bit, yes.”
Dean leaned in closer to nibble and kiss at the small patch of skin between the
bases of Castiel’s wings, keeping his left hand buried in his angel’s feathers
while reaching the other around to rub Castiel’s erection through his boxers.
“Oh, Dean,” Castiel moaned, leaning back into his hunter’s touch.
Dean continued to grin, kissing and sucking his way along one of Castiel’s
wings, allowing his hand to explore the silky softness of the other. “Mm,
they’re just so…awesome,” He whispered against the feathers. “You know, they
look pure black at first, but when you get closer they have this midnight blue
mixed in everywhere.”
Castiel mewled, his head rocking back on his shoulders, “I’ve never let another
being touch my wings before. I must say that I find the experience quite
pleasurable.”
“Baby, you have no Idea how pleasurable this is about to get,” Dean purred,
reaching his right hand into Castiel’s boxers. He took Castiel’s leaking cock
into his hand, taking a moment to smear his pre-come over the tip before he
began stroking it firmly. “Shit, Cass, you’re so fucking hard right now.”
Castiel cried out, his back arching and eyes squeezing shut as he coated Dean’s
hand and the inside of his boxers with his come.
Dean froze, pulling back, “Babe, did you just…?”
Castiel Panted and leaned back into his hunter, “Yes.”
“That quick?” Dean chuckled, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.
“Yes, Dean,” Castiel told him, sounding defensive and slightly embarrassed. “As
I said an angel’s wings are like a human’s genitalia. That being said, imagine
having three penises and that two of them are being stroked while the third is
being orally stimulated…Then multiply that feeling by ten.”
Dean shivered at the thought, rocking his cloth-covered cock forward against
Castiel’s ass, “Fuck, Cass, I love it when you talk nerdy to me.”
Castiel moaned at the feeling of Dean’s cock against the crack of his ass.
Suddenly the angel forgot all about having just experienced a mind-numbing
orgasm and wanted nothing more than their clothes to be gone and Dean to be
inside of him. “Dean…please…fuck me.”
“Fuck,” Dean groaned, releasing Castiel long enough for them both to get the
rest of their clothes off.  The angel leaned forward so that he was on all
fours and smiled over his shoulder at Dean. The hunter smiled back, leaning
forward and placing a kiss on the small of Castiel’s back. “Shit,” He mumbled
pulling back, “I forgot lube.”
“Feel towards the base of my wings, you should feel a small bump. That’s one of
my oil glands. Just…massage it a bit and it should suffice.”
Dean carefully felt along Castiel’s right wing until he felt a small bump. He
massaged it between his thumb and forefinger for a moment and was rewarded with
a squirt of translucent oil and a moan from Castiel. He moved his oil-coated
fingers down to Castiel’s entrance and gently slid one in, earning another moan
from his angel. Dean smiled at the noises Castiel was making and added a second
then third finger, while keeping his free hand on one of Castiel’s wings so
that he could continue stroking his feathers. “Fuck you’re so hot right now.”
Castiel practically purred in response, his wings and cock pulsating from
Dean’s attention.
Dean grinned and continued to work Castiel’s entrance open. Finally when Dean’s
fingers began to stroke against his prostate Castiel had had enough.  
“Dean, if you don’t want me to come again before the ‘main event’, I suggest
you stop teasing me,” the angel spoke in a near growl.
Dean smirked, giving Castiel’s prostate one last probe, loving the way it made
his wings ripple. Satisfied, he removed his fingers, bringing them back to
Castiel’s oil gland. Once he had collected enough oil he moved it down to coat
his own length. The second the oil touched Dean’s cock he nearly came, “Oh my-
fuck!”
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked, looking over his shoulder.
“Nothing it’s just, oh,” Dean gasped and moved his oil-free hand to grip the
base of his cock as a spurt of pre-come squirted out onto the bed beneath them.
“Tingles,” He concluded.
Castiel nodded, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, “Yes, I have
heard that an angel’s oil can have that effect on humans.”
Dean nodded, catching his breath as the tingling began to subside, “Ready?”
Dean asked, all of his cockiness back and in full swing as he lined his cock up
with one hand while the other began stroking along the ridge of Castiel’s right
wing.
“Dean…”Castiel moaned, rocking his hips back.
Dean chuckled and pushed forward, his cock sinking easily into Castiel’s
entrance. “Oh, fuck!”
“What?” Castiel asked almost too innocently.
“I…” Dean trailed off with a moan. “Um, forgot that I used your oil as lube
and…and I think I’m about to come.”
“Then you better start moving. Now.” Castiel rasped, grinding his ass back into
Dean in encouragement.
Dean complied, placing both hands on Castiel’s wings and began rocking his hips
back and forth, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of Castiel’s entrance,
“Oh, oh, fuck, Cass, this is amazing!” Castiel moaned his agreement as Dean’s
orgasm continued to build. “Shit, Cass, babe, I’m so close. Oh, Cass I’m gonna
come,” Dean nearly sobbed in ecstasy, leaning forward to kiss and suck the back
of his angel’s neck. He lasted two more thrusts and then he was coming inside
of Castiel so hard that he saw stars, moaning something that vaguely resembled
the angel’s name.
Even though Castiel had just came, the combined feeling of Dean’s hands on his
wings and Dean’s cock pulsing and shooting come inside of him had him falling
over the edge right along with his hunter, crying out Dean’s name as his cock
spurted his release onto the sheets beneath him.
The hunter groaned as he pulled his spent cock out of Castiel and collapsed
onto the bed, landing on his stomach next to his angel. “Fuck. Just fuck,” He
sighed.
Castiel whimpered at the loss of his hunter then hummed in agreement to his
statement, falling onto the bed next to his lover.
Dean closed his eyes in content and exhaustion. They shot open a second later
when he felt something incredibly soft caressing his back. He turned his head
towards Castiel and gasped as he took in the sight of Castiel with wings the
size of the silhouettes he had seen the first night he met the angel. The new
larger wings were the same color, just as soft, and just as beautiful as the
smaller ones had been. “They’re beautiful,” Dean whispered, rolling over to his
back and petting the wing above him.
Castiel smiled, moving to use Dean’s chest as a pillow and shifting his wings
to act as blankets. “I’m glad you approve.”
“I approve no matter what size they are, Cass, because that was seriously the
most amazing sex we have ever had- and that’s saying something. Well, I mean,
you know, other than the whole coming like virgins thing.”
Castiel hummed, nuzzling further into his hunter, “It’ll last longer next
time,” He assured.
Dean grinned, wrapping an arm around Castiel’s waist. “Already planning on a
next time? Damn, babe, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Yes, Dean, you have, multiple times,” Castiel smiled placing a small kiss on
Dean’s toned chest. “But I love hearing it each and every time, nearly as much
as I love you.”
Dean smiled, placing a kiss in Castiel’s messy hair, “Enough chick-flicking,
let’s sleep,” He told his lover, planning on having ‘next time’ sooner rather
than later.
The End
***** Oh My God *****
Chapter Summary
     Dean is showing Castiel pictures of some sex toys and devices when a
     certain one catches the angel's eye.
     Pairing: Destiel
     Kink: sounding (If you don't know what that is you and Cass and
     discover it together!)
Chapter Notes
     Whoo story number 2! Thanks for the bookmarks and kudos and special
     thanks and love to CristalDestiel and aviatorImposter for leaving me
     comments!
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Oh My God
"Alright that one's an um…It's called an um…butt plug."
"Dean please stop blushing and continue."
Dean cleared his throat, smiling shyly at Castiel. "Okay, yeah, um this one…"
He clicked to the next picture and turned the screen to face Castiel more
fully, "Is called a sound."
Castiel tilted his head at the picture. All of the other devices Dean had shown
him had been pretty self-explanatory, but this one had him at a loss. "What
does it do?"
"Cass, I thought we-"
"Yes Dean I agreed to not question what the items are used for if you agreed to
show them to me, but this one intrigues me greatly and I have no clue as to
what its function is." He paused leaning closer to the screen. "The name
implies that it emits some form of noise, but I don't see how it possibly
could."
Dean blushed again, "You put it…" He trailed off turning an even brighter red.
"I can't do this. Look Cass, I know we've been…together for a while now and
have had sex more times them I can keep track of and I love you, but I just…I
can't explain what a…" Dean's frown turned into a smile as he got an idea. "How
about I just Google it for you and I go next door to help Sammy clean some guns
and then you can come get me when you're done. Okay?"
Castiel sighed, "I think you're being absurd, Love, but alright."
"Great!" Dean quickly clicked onto the Google search page, typed in his
question, hit search, and set the laptop down, facing away from himself and
Castiel. "Love you," Dean leaned forward to peck Castiel's lips.
"Love you," Castiel replied quietly, watching Dean leave their room. He sighed
and turned the laptop towards himself. 'What is urethral sounding?' The search
bar read. Castiel scrolled down to the first link and clicked it. The link took
him to Yahoo! Answers where someone named Misha had asked the same question
Dean had typed in for him. The top and only answer read 'Very kinky fun! Look
them up on the internet! ;)' Castiel sighed at how unhelpful this Yahoo person
was- he already knew that the device was fun otherwise Dean would never have
shown it to him –and clicked back to the main search page.
The next link took him to Wikipedia. Once the page was loaded he read aloud,
"Sounding or urethral sounding is the medical use of probes called 'sounds' to
increase the inner diameter of the urethra and to locate obstructions in it.
Sounds are also used to stretch the urethra in order to receive piercing." He
wrinkled his brow at that. Had Google taken him to the wrong place? Then his
eyes landed on the second paragraph. "Urethral sounding and urethral play are
also used to refer to this practice in a sexual context." He smiled, this must
be what Dean wanted him to find.
~o0o0o0o~
"Why are you here instead of with Cass?"
"What I can't spend time with my baby brother now?"
Sam crossed his arms, "Not when there's an incredibly attractive person in the
room over, willing to have sex with you."
"He's doing research," Dean shrugged, picking up a gun and a cleaning cloth.
Sam looked at his brother in confusion, "Researching what?"
Dean shrugged again, "Nothing you'd know anything about. Some Enochian thing
or…something."
Sam shot his brother a look of disbelief, but remained silent.
~o0o0o0o~
Two hours later, just when Dean was considering checking on his angel, someone
knocked on the door.
Sam stood up and went to the door, opening it a few inches to make sure it
wasn't a demon or anything else that might want to kill them, "Oh, hey, Cass.
All done with your research?"
The angel's eyes widened slightly. Had Dean discussed their personal life with
Sam? "I…w-what research?"
Sam's brow furrowed, "Uh…the Enochian thing or whatever it was that Dean
mentioned."
Castiel's shoulders relaxed as he nodded, "Yes, I have finished. Can you please
inform Dean?"
Sam smiled, "Sure, De-"
"Right here, Sammy," Dean declared, pushing past Sam and out the door.
"I thought we were getting dinner?" Sam questioned.
"Well yeah, but me and Cass have a…thing to talk about."
Sam looked between the angel and his brother, "The Enochian thing?"
Dean nodded, not really hearing or paying attention to Sam. "Uh, yeah sure
that. See ya!" He pulled the door closed in Sam's face and practically dragged
Castiel next door to their room. He sat Castiel down on the bed, taking his
hand in his own before sitting down with him. "So…how'd the research go?"
"Very well actually," Castiel beamed at his lover. "In fact…" He trailed off,
reaching into his trench coat pocket and pulling out a slim glass rod, "I got
this for us."
Dean's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and his cock became instantly hard,
"Is that a…?"
"Urethral sound, yes," Castiel confirmed, "This particular one is a Glass
Sounding Male Urethral Stretch Dilator Crystal Urethral Plug."
Dean's jaw dropped in shock, wondering how in the Hell Castiel knew all of
this. He remained silent for a moment, unsure of what to do or say next.
"So…um…"
"I would like for you to assist me in using the sound this evening, Dean. Right
now if at all possible."
Dean moaned, surging forward to capture Castiel's lips in a needy and heated
kiss.
"Am I to assume that that's a yes?" Castiel spoke against Dean's demanding
lips.
"That's a 'fuck yes', Cass," Dean assured him.
Castiel smiled and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead, successfully ridding
himself and Dean of all their clothing.
"I never get tired of that," Dean grinned, standing to retrieve a bottle of
lube from his bag. "Just lay down and relax."
"As you wish, Dean."
Dean turned with his bottle of KY in his hand to see Castiel spread out on
their bed, face calm and serene, his cock rock hard and jutting towards the
ceiling. "Damn," He groaned, climbing onto the bed next to Castiel and taking
his lover's throbbing cock into his hand.
"Dean," Castiel whispered, holding the sound out for the hunter.
Dean accepted the sound and took a closer look at it. "What size is it?"
"Candice said that it's approximately 22 cm long and has a diameter of 12 mm."
Dean paused, handing the sound back to Castiel, "Who the Hell's Candice?"
"The woman at the store."
Dean was nodding and opening the bottle of lube when Castiel's words caught up
to him, "Wait…did you just say that you went to a store to get this?"
"Yes, it was called Suzie's XXX," Castiel began matter-of-factly. "And the
woman at the counter- as you know her name was not Suzie at all –was very
helpful and assisted me in finding exactly what I required."
Dean managed to keep a straight face for all of 2.5 seconds before he began
laughing hysterically at the thought of Castiel in a sex shop.
"I don't see what you find so amusing," Castiel pouted.
Dean shook his head, finally getting his laughter under control, "Nothing, um,
nothing. Alright, just um…just hold the sound while I uh…yeah." He nodded to
himself and poured some lube into his palm. He dipped the tips of his fingers
in it and began using them to massage the head of Castiel's cock, working the
lube into Castiel's slit, causing the angel to gasp and nearly purr in
pleasure. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes," Castiel sighed, squirming under Dean's fingers.
Dean smirked to himself and removed his hand from Castiel's member to take the
sound back. "I've never, like done this before just seen it done in porn and
stuff so just…bear with me?"
"Of course, Dean," Castiel smiled, settling further into the bed.
"Okay," Dean exhaled slowly and began coating the sound in KY, making sure that
every part of it was covered and slick. "Okay he whispered again as he gripped
Castiel's cock with one hand while the other lined the sound up with his slit.
"Ready?"
"Yes," Castiel nodded, his body only tensing slightly in anticipation. He felt
the smooth tip of the sound touch his slit and then it was sliding into his
cock inch by slow inch as Castiel held his breath.
Dean watched his angel closely for any signs of discomfort as he pushed the
sound in a bit, backed it out slightly, and then pushed it back in further.
Castiel's body remained relaxed and soon the bead on the end of the sound was
flush with Castiel's slit. "Cass?"
Castiel opened his eyes and gasped in a breath of air which was quickly let out
as a moaned from the feeling of the sound being within his body. "Yes Dean?" He
gasped before his next words were coming out as a cross between a sigh and a
whimper, "Oh my God."
Dean's eyes widened, "Cass did you just use your father's-"
"I was simply thanking my father for willing something as amazing as this into
existence," Castiel interrupted in a strained voice. "I now see why so many
humans do the same thing while engaging in coitus."
Dean chuckled lightly, "That good, huh?"
"Yes, but I believe that the sensation could be made even better if you were to
continue moving it."
Dean moaned low in his throat and moved up to lock his lips with Castiel's,
while taking the latter's cock into his hand and giving it a few lazy strokes,
causing the sound to slide nearly all the way out.
"Oh, Dean," Castiel whimpered against Dean's lips, bucking his hips up to meet
his hunter's hand.
Dean broke the kiss with one last nibble to Castiel's lower lip, sitting back
up and straddling one of Castiel's legs to give his lover's cock his full
attention. He pushed the sound back in fully before pulling it back out and
thrusting into Castiel's cock with it.
Castiel let out a strangled cry of Dean's name his hands fisting in the sheets
as Dean continued to move the sound within him.
Dean pushed the sound all the way in again, holding it there for a moment
before allowing it to slide halfway out only to be pushed back in and held
there this time as his other hand began stroking Castiel's shaft. "Feel good?"
He asked cockily, absentmindedly rutting his own erection down against
Castiel's thigh.
Castiel answered with a noise somewhere between a mewl and a scream, fucking
his cock up into Dean's hand.
"You wanna come, baby?" Dean whispered, removing his hand from holding the
sound to gently massage Castiel's balls. "You wanna come so bad, don't you? So
bad that I can feel it in your balls, baby."
"Fuck!" Castiel cried out completely lost in pleasure. Dean's voice which was
now letting out a near constant stream of dirty talk had him hovering on the
edge. Although Castiel would never admit it to anyone other than Dean, he loved
when Dean talked dirty to him. Especially at times like this when Dean was
right; he could feel his balls tightening up as his orgasm began to take hold
from the combination of his lover's hands on his shaft and balls, and the
feeling of the sound slowly sliding out of his urethra. "Yes, Dean. Oh, I'm
coming!" He fell over the edge right as the sound fell out completely, the
glass immediately followed by several thick spurts of come.
Dean grinned at the look of sheer bliss on his lover's face. "Damn," He
muttered, leaning over to claim Castiel's lips in a long tongue filled kiss.
Once the kiss was broken for air, Castiel gripped Dean's shoulders and flipped
them over so that he was on top. Castiel wasted no time, quickly reaching down
and taking Dean's twitching and leaking cock into his hand, "Now it's your
turn, Love," He husked.
"Oh, fuck yes," Dean moaned. Although he would never admit it (not even to
Castiel himself), he loved it when Castiel took control of things. Dean was so
hard and worked up that it only took a few strokes of one of Castiel's talented
hands to have the hunter spilling his release over said hand as well as both of
their chests. Castiel continued to stroke Dean through his orgasm as the hunter
had done for him before rolling so that he was next to Dean and slowly licking
the hunter's come from his hand.
"Shit," Dean groaned at the sight as his cock tried and failed to take interest
at what he was seeing. "Are you trying to friggin kill me?"
Castiel shook his head, capturing Dean's lips in a slow kiss so that the hunter
could taste himself. "I love you too much to ever do such a thing," He stated.
"Yeah right," Dean huffed jokingly.
Castiel frowned and rolled over so that his back was to Dean, "I did not
purposely make an attempt on your life. How could you accuse me of such a
thing?"
Dean's smile fell and he shifted so that he could spoon his lover, "I was
kidding, baby," He assured gently, peppering the back of Castiel's neck with
kisses. "I know you love me and I love you too, somuch that it hurts
sometimes."
Castiel smiled at Dean's confession, rolling his hips back against him, "Got
you," He chuckled.
"You-" Dean's eyes widened. Had Cass just tricked him into admitting his
feelings? "You've gotten good at that," Dean chuckled lightly. I've taught him
well, Dean thought as he nuzzled his face into Castiel's neck and pulled the
smaller man closer. I've taught him well.
The End
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you guys enjoyed that! Let me know what you think with a review
     and again if you have any kink suggestions feel free to suggest
     because I'm still lacking a couple of the 28. Until next time- which
     will hopefully be sometime next week –Auf Wiedersehen!
***** Tails Of Kink *****
Chapter Notes
     Let's hear it for a new story! Sorry that took a while, I've had a
     little trouble with smut writing lately, and I admit that this isn't
     my best work, but oh well here it is and I hope you enjoy :) Thanks
     go out to everyone who has read, bookmarked and left kudos
     Summary: Sam discovers Samifer Fanfiction…nuff said :D
     Pairing: Samifer
     Kink:Tail!kink
     P.S. Sorry for any typos, if you find any let me know so that I can
     fix them.
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Tails Of Kink
Sam couldn't believe what he had just read, "Oh, my…Ah!"
Dean looked up, startled by his brother's sudden outburst, "What the Hell's
your problem?"
Sam blushed, "Uh nothing, the um…page froze for a minute there," He lied. "It's
uh, fine now."
Dean grunted and went back to cleaning his guns.
Sam looked back to the computer screen and read the next sentence in his head,
"'Fuck Sammy,' The devil groaned as Sam's cock continued to hit his prostate at
the same pace that Lucifer's tail struck his own." Sam slammed his laptop
closed, glancing nervously over to his brother (he so did not need to read that
and therefor get a boner with Dean in the room). Dean gave his brother another
curious look, but didn't comment on his odd behavior.
~o0o0o0o~
Dean had left the room to 'find some chick to bang', which Sam knew by now was
code for he was going out to meet Castiel somewhere to either take him on a
sickeningly romantic date- even by Sam's standards –or to actually have sex
with him. Sam quickly pushed all thoughts of Dean and Castiel out of his head
the moment his own lover showed up, completely naked and sitting on his bed as
usual. "Hey, Sam," He purred.
"Hey," Sam smiled. "I know I'm kind of skipping an introduction here, but um…"
He trailed off for a moment before deciding to just say it, "Alright, so you
know how crazy Supernatural book fans write fanfiction about us right?"
Lucifer nodded, looking somewhat puzzled as to why Sam was talking about
fanfiction, "Yeah, that's how you found out about Dean and my little bro,
right?"
"Exactly. Anyways, I was on a fanfiction sight and I came across some
Samifer…like Sam/Lucifer."
Lucifer arched a brow, "So you're telling me that you weren't aware of the fact
that we've been screwing for the last three months until you read that
fanfiction?"
"What? No! No, that's not the point. The point is that I ran across something
in one of the stories that I don't think is possible but was just…just
wondering if it was possible…you know, in real life."
"You mean, me coming before you do?" Lucifer teased. "Sorry Sam, that one is
impossible."
"No," Sam huffed, embarrassed by the fact that he was never able to succeed in
getting Lucifer off before him. "Something else."
Lucifer smiled at the blush that was slowly making its way across Sam's face.
"Something you might like to try? Oh, Sammy, do tell."
"It's called um…tail!kink, like that Destiel wing!kink that scarred me for
life, only with us and…your tail."
Lucifer smirked, "Is that a 'yes' to you wanting to try it?"
Sam's eyes widened, "It's actually possible?"
"Hello? All powerful, fallen angel here; anything is possible, baby."
Sam's mouth went dry and his cock gave an interested twitch. "Could we…like
now?"
"Needy much?" Lucifer huffed, "God, Sam, can't we just talk anymore?"
Sam dropped his head, but came to stand in front of his lover, "Is that your
way of saying 'yes'?"
Lucifer smirked, "You know me so well," He purred, pulling Sam down to straddle
his lap while locking their lips together. Once the kiss was broken, Lucifer
pulled back enough to look at Sam with a sinister glint in his eyes, "So, what
exactly happened in this fanfiction you read?"
"I already told you," Sam averted, still uncomfortable with telling Lucifer
sexual things he might want to try.
"You know you can tell me anything right?" Sam remained silent. "Fine, but you
at least have to tell me what this tail of mine was like so that I can manifest
mine accordingly," He punctuated his sentence with another kiss, running his
forked tongue along the seam of Sam's lips, seeking entrance. Sam complied
instantly, briefly tangling his tongue with Lucifer's before pulling back with
a sigh. "So?"
Sam nervously licked his swollen lips and averted his eyes from Lucifer. "It,
um, started out really thick at the base, but got smaller as it went along…But
the end was still pretty big…and the tip was a little bigger than that."
"How big?" Lucifer prompted, slowly running his tongue over his bottom lip.
"A-about as big as your…your…"Sam trailed off with a gulp.
"As my cock?" Lucifer offered, his voice low and seductive.
Sam squirmed in Lucifer's lap, seeking friction for his suddenly rock hard
cock, "Yes."
"That big, huh, Sammy? You sure you want it that big?"
Sam nodded eagerly as he ground his clothed erection down against Lucifer's
bare flesh.
"If you're sure." Sam remained silent, simply nodding again. "Alright so…back
to that fanfiction you were reading," Lucifer began, trailing his hands down to
dip under the hem of Sam's shirt. "What was the plot exactly?"
Sam sighed, realizing that Lucifer wasn't going to let the fanfiction thing go
until he talked about it. "Basically it was just us and your tail for twenty-
eight stories. It was called '28 Tails of Kink' only, it was spelled T-A-I-
L instead of T-A-L-E."
Lucifer chuckled, pulling Sam's shirt up, "Clever."
Sam chuckled too, lifting his arms so that Lucifer could fully remove his
shirt, "I'm sure the author thought so."
"Alright so in this '28 Tails of Kink' how did they- well we – do it? Or more
accurately how do you want to do it?"
"I…" Sam trailed off breaking eye contact again.
"Tell me," Lucifer commanded, forcing Sam to meet his eyes, "In detail, Lover."
Sam exhaled slowly, placing one hand on the side of Lucifer's neck and the
other on Lucifer's upper arm, "I want you on your back with your legs spread as
wide as they can go with between them while you fuck me with your tail…hard."
Sam smiled shyly, satisfied that he had managed to keep his eyes locked with
Lucifer's despite the fact that he was blushing like a virgin.
"I can roll with that," Lucifer grinned.
Sam relaxed somewhat, "Okay so, devil-mojo me undressed and the both of us
lubed up."
"Bossy much?" Lucifer teased.
"As if it doesn't turn you on," Sam countered.
"Touché," Lucifer replied with a widening grin as he complied with Sam's
request and moved them to the center of the bed. "Happy?"
"Ecstatic," Sam told him lining his throbbing cock up to Lucifer's well-lubed
entrance. "Wait," Sam paused in his movements, "Aren't you going to…manifest or
whatever your tail?"
"In good time, Sammy, in good time."
Sam gave his lover a skeptical look, but decided that Lucifer was most likely
telling the truth. "Alright," Sam sighed, thrusting his hips forward, fully
sheathing himself within Lucifer in one smooth motion. He moved his hands to
brace himself on either side of his lover and began thrusting in and out in a
smooth, quick rhythm that had him almost forgetting all about Lucifer's tail.
That was until he felt something large and blunt breach his own entrance. Sam
gasped and slowed his pace slightly as Lucifer slid as much of his tail into
Sam as Sam's entrance could take. "Oh, my God," Sam moaned at the feeling of
his cock within Lucifer while a part of Lucifer was filling him.
"You like that, Sam?" Lucifer asked, shifting his tail around within Sam
experimentally.
"Fuck, Luci, I-" The rest of Sam's sentence was lost the second Lucifer's tail
found the hunter's prostate. "Oh, God I-ah!"
"I'll take that as a yes," Lucifer panted, moving his legs up to wrap around
Sam's hips, encouraging him to move faster.
Sam answered with a moan, dipping his head down to nip and suck at Lucifer's
collarbone while he snapped his hips back and forth. "Shit, this is intense,"
He panted, shifting so that he hit Lucifer's prostate every few thrusts and
taking Lucifer's previously neglected cock into his hand, using the pre-come
beading at the tip for lube as he began stroking him.
Lucifer bit his lip, tightening his legs around Sam and bringing his arms up to
wrap around his neck, "And you're telling this to the guy you basically has two
dicks at the moment."
"Fuck," Sam groaned, Lucifer's words pushing him closer to the edge.
Lucifer grinned at how close to orgasm Sam was already. "Getting close are we,
Sam?" He taunted while internally sighing in relief because he was just as
close to coming as Sam was.
"I've still got a while," Sam smirked, nipping harder at Lucifer's collar bone
for a moment, then licking up his neck to his mouth. Sam moaned into Lucifer's
mouth their tongues tangled together in a heated duel.
Not if I have anything to do with it, Lucifer thought, shifting his tail so
that its tip became a constant pressure against Sam's prostate.
Sam's hips faltered in their rhythm at the intensified pressure. "You think two
can't play at that game?" Sam fired back, switching the angle of his hips so
that he hammered into Lucifer's prostate with every thrust instead of every
few.
"Fuck!" Lucifer cried out, fighting to hold his orgasm at bay. After a moment
he grinned again and pressed his tail against Sam's sweet spot even harder. His
grin lasted for all of three seconds before the feeling of Sam thumbing his
slit threw him over the edge and he shot his release between them with a feral
cry of Sam's name.
Sam moaned at the sight of Lucifer below him, his face a twisted mask of
ecstasy and his chest splattered with his release. "Damn," Sam panted, lasting
one more deep thrust before he was seeing stars and spurting his own release
deep inside of his lover. Lucifer slid his tail out of Sam's entrance with a
groan, causing Sam to collapse on top of him. Sam stayed where he was for a
moment, sharing a heated, lingering kiss with Lucifer, then rolled over to lay
next to him. He had been laying there for a moment with his eyes closed, when
he felt something on his leg. He opened his eyes and looked down to see
Lucifer's tail wound around his right leg. Sam smiled, lifting his gaze to
Lucifer's face, "So seeing as I made you come first for the first time everI'm
assuming you like sex with the tail added in there?"
Lucifer nodded his head slowly, his tail flexing around Sam's leg, "Yes, and it
was completely worth coming first." Lucifer allowed the room to fall in to
silence for a moment before speaking again, "So what now, Sammy? We have all
night."
Sam smiled up at the ceiling, "Well the fanfiction has twenty-seven more
chapters so…"
A grin immediately took over Lucifer's face and he was soon rolling over and
latching his lips onto Sam's in a rough, tongue-filled kiss.
Chapter End Notes
     comments=Quicker updates (seriously without the feedback I wouldn't
     have gotten this up for like another week)
     And yes as a matter of fact I do think I'm clever for coming up with
     the title :P
     Again this isn't my best work plot wise, but the smut actually came
     out pretty decently with the re-write :) Either way let me know your
     thoughts.
     As always if you have kink suggestions, feel free to suggest :D
***** 1996 Stephen King Novel *****
Chapter Notes
     Another story within a week *gasps* I'm just so proud of myself :
     D THanks go out to everyone who has read, bookmarked, and left
     kudos.Special thanks go out to HDShadowCat, neoRainbow,
     NotQuiteInsane, and JiniZ for leaving me comments and suggestions and
     all that fun stuff you guys are simply awesome :)
     Summary: The boys are riding in the back of the Impala when
     certain…matters arise.
     Pairing: Alright so I was planning to do the Destiel panties one
     next, but I haven't wrote any Wincest lately and was starting to go
     through withdrawals so enjoy *throws Wincest at you*
     Kink: Watersports, suggested by Nemesis Horizon (If that's not your
     thing, feel free to turn back now. If you don't know what that
     is…reader discretion is advised.)
     Warning: Underage! Sam is 16 Dean is 20, but I mean we've already
     crossed the line of incest so what's a little underage?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
1996 Stephen King Novel
"You boys need to stop?" John asked as they passed a gas station.
Dean turned to Sam with a small innocent smile, "I'm good. You good, Sammy?"
Sam shifted, biting his lower lip, "Yeah, I'm good."
John nodded and turned his attention back to the road.
Dean's smile widened as Sam shifted again, trying to get comfortable. "Hey,
Dad, Sammy's looking a little dehydrated; could you pass us some water?"
"Sure," John replied, reaching into the cooler next to him and tossing a bottle
to Dean.
"Thanks," Dean smiled, catching the bottle and unscrewing the cap before
handing it to Sam.
Sam sighed taking the bottle and mouthing, 'I hate you," to his brother. Dean's
smile only widened as Sam tipped the bottle up and drank a few mouthfuls. Dean
had been doing this to him since they had woken up, most likely as a form of
payback for Sam walking in on Dean going to the bathroom and popping a boner
the night before.
"Are you turned on by pissing?" Dean had asked him.
"No" Sam had insisted shaking his head.
"We'll just see about that," Dean had smirked.
Dean smiled at Sam mouthing, 'Liar. You love me."
Sam shot Dean a glare as he handed him the water bottle and struggled against
the urge to release his bladder.
Dean accepted the bottle and chugged half of it down before screwing the lid
back on.
"You boys want some music?" John asked.
"Yeah something loud," Sam spoke up before Dean could open his mouth. John gave
his youngest a curious look in the rearview mirror. "So that I don't have to
hear Dean when he sings along," Sam covered.
"Shut up, bitch!" Dean hissed, sounding genuinely insulted.
"Jerk," Sam muttered back, his brain too focused on his need to use the
bathroom to come up with any words to pair with 'jerk.'
"Dean, be nice to Sam," John chuckled, sliding a Zeppelin cassette into the
player, "It's his sixteenth birthday week."
"Yeah," Sam agreed as John cranked the music up. After a moment of sitting in
silence, Sam scooted closer to Dean and nudged his arm.
"What?" Dean whispered.
"Dean," Sam said slowly, crossing his legs, "Can we stop at the next exit?"
"That depends," Dean shrugged nonchalantly.
Sam shot Dean a bitch face, but asked, "Oh?"
Dean nodded, inching closer to Sam and dropping his voice, "Are you going to
admit that you were turned on by the sight of me pissing? And that you're
turned on right now by the need to piss?"
"Dean…" Sam pleaded.
"It's simple, Sammy, just admit that it turns you on to have a full bladder,
and that it turns you on even more when you finally get to relieve it." Dean
could tell that Sam was close to breaking and decided to give him the final
push into admitting exactly what was turning him on. "Would it turn you on to
drink it too?"
"Ew!" Sam hissed quietly. "No, Dean, it would not turn me on to drink it!"
Dean quirked an eyebrow, handing Sam the water again and spoke as his brother
drank, "So then what turns you on about it? I mean for me it's not so much
about the drinking of it (although under the right circumstances that can be
pretty fucking hot too), it's more that the feeling of needing to piss is so
much like when you're on the edge of coming and the feeling of finally letting
it all out after hours of desperation feels pretty damn close to actually
coming." Dean took the water back from Sam, slamming the rest of it and
smirking when he looked down to see that Sam now had a rather large bulge in
the front of his jeans. "Now," He spoke again, leaning in closer to Sam's ear,
"When it comes to other people pissing I think what turns me on is sight of it
coming out someone's dick. To be honest the sight of anything coming out of
someone's slit, whether it's piss or…come, gets me raging hard, even if I just
came."
Sam's mouth parted in a small moan and one of his hands moved to cup his cock,
"Dean," H pleaded again. "Please."
"Is this right now turning you on?" Dean prompted.
"Yes," Sam chocked out, allowing his head to fall back against the seat and his
eyes to slip closed.
Dean's grin widened, "How about if I told you that I have to go just as bad?
That I didn't take a leak this morning either? That the last time I pissed was
when you caught me last night? That we've both been holding it for close to
twelve hours now?"
"Fuck, yes, it does. All of it!" Sam whimpered, his hand tightening on his
cock, "Does that mean we can stop now?"
"Next exit is three miles; can you hold it that long?"
"You know that I can," Sam hissed, "I've held it for this long, what makes you
think I can't hold it for another few minutes?"
Dean chuckled lightly, shifting in his seat, "Because I might not be able to."
A shiver ran down Sam's spine and he opened his eyes to look over at Dean who
seemed to be squirming in his seat a little bit as well as having the same
bulge in his jeans as Sam had in his. "So does that…Can we stop?"
"Unless you want me to let it all out right here and see if you can stand the
sight of that without letting your own out."
Sam bit his lip and tightened his hand on his cock further. "Dad?" He asked
over the music.
John turned the music down slightly, keeping his eyes on the road, "Yeah?"
"Can we stop at the next truck stop?"
John rolled his eyes, "I told you to go before we left the motel…Dean what
about you?"
"No, Sir," Dean shook his head innocently.
John sighed, taking the exit, "Alright we'll stop here. We'll get lunch here
too, so when you're done in the bathroom come on over to the diner side."
"Okay," Sam nodded, sighing in relief as John put the blinker on and turned
into the truck stop parking lot. The second the car had stopped, Sam was out
the door and walking in long strides towards the bathroom.
Dean jumped out after him, telling John that he was going to make sure that
there weren't any demons in the bathroom. By the time Dean made it into the
bathroom Sam was standing at the urinal with his zipper down. "Don't even think
about it," Dean told him, locking the door.
Sam made a small sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, a few drops of
piss leaking out into the front of his boxers. He moved his hand to grips the
base of his cock, but didn't pull himself out of his jeans. "What now?"
"Well," Dean started slowly, "I figure you haven't gotten the chance to fully
explore this kink of yours yet, right?"
Sam sighed in frustration, "So?"
"So, I'm going to show you how to explore," Dean winked and pulled his shirt
off, laying it over the top of the paper towel dispenser.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean gestured towards a shower cubical Sam hadn't even noticed before, kicked
his shoes off and began sliding his pants down. "Unless you like them wet, I
suggest you take yours off too." Sam blushed and Dean smirked. "So you do like
them wet. Hey, I'm all for that, but seeing as we didn't bring a change of
clothes in, we'll have to save that for next time."
Sam nearly choked at the mention of a next time and quickly stripped himself
naked. He looked up to see that Dean was already in the cubical, giving his
cock slow, teasing strokes.
"I know I'm pretty to look at, but get your sweet little ass in here."
Sam complied instantly, stepping in and leaning against the wall opposite Dean.
"Watch me," Dean whispered in a low voice, "And after I'm done, I'll help you."
"Dean," Sam groaned, gripping the base of his cock.
"No holding, Sammy," Dean grinned as he began stroking his cock in earnest, "If
a little wants to flow out; let it…just as long as you don't let it all go."
Sam whimpered, letting go of his cock and bracing his hands on the wall behind
him.
Dean tightened his grip and began stroking his cock faster. "Shit," He moaned,
his eyes falling to watch Sam's cock as it twitched. Dean moaned again and a
small burst of urine escaped his cock, squirting out towards Sam.
"Oh," Sam bit his lip as his own cock decided to start leaking small busts of
pee every few seconds.
"Damn, Sammy," Dean groaned, another short stream of piss escaping his slit.
Dean let his head rock back, mouth open and panting as he tried to decide
whether what he was feeling was just his full bladder or his orgasm building
already. After a moment he realized that yes, it was his orgasm, brought on
twice as fast due to the fact that Sam was watching him and just as desperate
and horny as he was. Without warning Dean surged forward and pinned Sam to the
wall, devouring his brother's mouth in a searing kiss. Once Dean was satisfied
with the kiss he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against Sam's as he
took both of their quivering members into his hand.
"I thought you were-"Sam's sentence ended in a breathless moan the moment he
felt a warm wetness that wasn't his own, trickling down his body.
"Changed my mind," Dean panted, his bladder getting weaker by the second.
Sam hummed, bringing his lips to Dean's and wrapping an arm around his
brother's shoulders as he began thrusting forward into Dean's hand and against
his cock. "Oh, fuck," He groaned, allowing his head to fall back against the
cool tile the moment he lost the ability to tell who's piss was who's. "Oh,
God, Dean I…I…"
"Can't decide whether you're gonna come or your bladder's gonna give out?" Dean
husked, adding a twist to his strokes.
"Yes," Sam groaned, tightening his arm around Dean.
"Just let whatever is going to happen, happen," Dean instructed, looking down
to see which was going to happen.
Sam's breathing faltered and a thin stream of piss flowed out of his slit for a
second before Sam screamed Dean's name and was coming, shooting thick ropes of
come all over Dean's hand and cock.
"Sammy," Dean nearly sobbed as his own orgasm took hold and he was squirting
come out to mix with Sam's release as well as their piss. Dean collapsed
forward against Sam, burying his face in the crook of his little brother's
neck. He had been resting there for a moment when his cock gave a twitch, his
bladder finally giving out, and he was drenching Sam's body.
Sam let out a small whimper, his own bladder's last ounce of control slipping
away at the feeling of Dean's pee flowing down his body. "Oh, Dean," He sighed,
his discharge finally streaming out of his softening cock and onto both his and
Dean's bodies.
Once both of their bladders were empty, Dean turned the shower on to rinse
their bodies. "You did fucking great baby boy," Dean mumbled, helping Sam
rinse.
Sam smiled at the praise turning to kiss his brother, "Just hurry up before Dad
starts wondering what we're doing."
"I'll just blame it on you," Dean smirked, trailing a hand down Sam's side.
Sam shook his head in warning, "You know what they say about payback, Dean."
"In this situation, I can honestly say that I would more likely than not enjoy
the payback…thoroughly." Dean grinned cockily at the bitch face #9 Sam sent
him. Dean chuckled pulling him into another affectionate kiss, "Love you,
bitch."
"I love you too, jerk."
The End…for now, because now I kinda wanna write Sam's payback :P
Chapter End Notes
     Okay so I hope y'all liked that. This was my first time writing
     anything like…this so I hope it's okay and not too awkward or weird,
     Either way let me know with a review. Oh yeah and the next story
     which will be the Destiel panty one should be up between Saturday and
     Monday, but hopefully Saturday :)
     P.S. If the title makes no sense and you are not a Stephen King nerd
     like me, just Google which S.K. novel was published in 1996 and it
     will make sense.
***** Never Would Have Guessed *****
Chapter Notes
     And yet another story!!!! Thanks go out to all of you lovelies who
     have read, bookmarked and left kudos. Special thanks go out to
     aviatorImposter for leaving me a comment :)
     Summary/pairing/kink: Um…I really have no way of describing a plot-
     Because let’s be honest, there is no plot here -so anyways this is a
     request/suggestion from a Guest over on FF.net who wanted Bottom!Dean
     in pink satiny panties, and Cass talking dirty as he roughly takes
     Dean. This is what I came up with I hope you like :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Never_Would_Have_Guessed
Dean wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at Castiel, - Hell he hadn’t even
guessed it after they had had sex the first few times – but he had soon come to
realize that Castiel was one kink son of a bitch. And Dean absolutely lovedit.
Even at times like this…
“Cass…I just don’t know man, I mean come on pink?”
“It complements your skin tone,” Castiel argued.
Dean sighed, then smiled, “For you, baby, only for you.”
Castiel returned his smile and placed a gentle kiss on Dean’s forehead, “Now,
on the bed, on your hands and knees.” Once Dean was on the bed, Castiel crawled
on behind him, “You’re so hot like this, Dean,” Castiel purred, trailing a hand
down Dean’s back and over his pink-satin-covered ass. “Would you like these on
or off while I fuck you?”
Dean moaned, his cock giving a particularly hard throb, “Thought the whole
point was to keep them on?”
“Well, yes,” Castiel spoke slowly, “But if they were to cause you discomfort
or-“
“Cass,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder to his angel, “Dude, for the love
of your father, just fucking fuck me already!” Castiel opened his mouth as if
to protest, but Dean cut him off, “No, Cass, you teased me, opened me up, and
put me in pink satin panties, if you don’t take me right nowso help me God, I
will-“
“As you wish, Dean,” Castiel whispered, pulling the back of panties to the
side, exposing Dean’s well stretched and lubricated opening. He slowly traced a
finger around Dean’s entrance, causing Dean to shiver and moan. Castiel
massaged his hands over the globes of Dean’s ass for a moment, before pulling
them apart slightly and thrusting forward, burring his entire length within
Dean. “Fuck, Dean, you’re so wet and warm,” Castiel purred, hunched over Dean’s
back and nipping at the back of his neck. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Oh, God yes, Cass,” Dean groaned, grinding his ass back against Castiel.
“How hard?” Castiel husked.
Dean groaned, bucking his hips beneath Castiel, “I don’t even care, just
fucking move!”
“Good answer,” Castiel told him, gripping Dean’s waist and pulling nearly all
the way out before slamming forwards again. “Moan for me,” Castiel demanded,
repeating the process of pulling out and slamming back in over and over again,
his voice turning low and predatory.
Dean’s breath hitched and he let out a low, deep moan at the feeling of Castiel
striking his prostate for the first time.
“You can do better than that,” Castiel husked, moving his hands lower to grip
Dean’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling them back to meet his
thrusts. “I want you to scream.”
“Fuck,” Dean moaned, his voice gradually becoming louder and closer to a
scream, “Oh, fuck, harder baby. I want to feel all of you, as deep as you can
go, oh, fuck, Cass!”
“You’re such a fucking cockslut for me, Dean,” Castiel growled, moving one of
his hands to rest over Dean’s satin-covered cock, palming it through the thin
layer of material. Dean let out a noise somewhere between a scream and a
whimper, bucking forward into Castiel’s hand, only to be jerked back onto his
cock. “You just fucking love it when I call you a cockslut, don’t you, Dean?
You love it because you know that you’re mycockslut.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Dean groaned, loving it, as well as the feeling of Castiel’s
hand over the slick satin covering his straining cock. “God, you know I fucking
love it when you talk dirty.”
“Oh I know you do,” Castiel husked, licking and sucking at the spot behind
Dean’s ear as he continued to fuck his length in and out of Dean, “I know you
do, because whenever I do, you moan like a whore and your cock twitches in my
hand.” He gave Dean’s throbbing cock a firm squeeze. “God, you’re so fucking
hard for me right now. I bet that even if I wasn’t touching your pretty satin-
covered dick  right now you’d be just as hard from my cock hammering into
you’re sweet little ass alone, wouldn’t you Dean?”
Dean’s only response was a loud, drawn-out moan as Castiel began pausing for a
split-second between thrusts to grind himself in and against Dean.
“You just can’t wait to feel me coming inside of you, can you? Feel me painting
your insides with my come. I bet the second I do you’re going to ruin the front
of your pretty little panties with your own come.”
Dean let out another wordless moan, his orgasm already building within him.
“The satin feels so fucking good on your cock, doesn’t it?” Castiel purred,
palming Dean’s cock harder and faster as his own pleasure built. “I know it
feels good on mine, sliding along my cock and rubbing against my balls every
time I burry my dick in you.”
Dean bit his lip hard enough to break the skin as his arms threatened to give
out beneath him, “Fuck, Cass,” was all he could pant, over and over again.
“Are you ready to come, baby?” Castiel purred, increasing the speed and force
of his hips as he felt his orgasm building with every sound that came out of
Dean’s mouth.
“Whenever you are,” Dean gasped, gripping handfuls of bedding in his fists.
“Good,” Castiel panted, leaning in to suck a mark between Dean’s shoulder
blades and tightening his grip further on Dean’s hip. “Fuck, Dean, you’re going
to make me come so fucking hard.”
“Do it, Cass!” Dean nearly screamed, desperate to come, but unwilling to come
before feeling Castiel’s release within him. “Come on, baby, come in me.”
“I’m going to. Oh, oh, fuck, Dean, I’m going to come in you so hard!” Castiel’s
hips faltered for a second and then he was coming, moaning his hunter’s name
over and over again like a prayer as his cock pulsed and he shot his release as
deep within Dean as his cock could go.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Dean moaned at the feeling of the warmth that was Castiel’s
release, spreading within him. “Oh, Cass!” He began humping his cock forward
into Castiel’s hand while Castiel ground his semi hard cock against his
prostate. With a final cry of Castiel’s name Dean was coming in his pink
panties, his come shooting and oozing through the front of the thin fabric and
into Castiel’s hand. Dean’s arms finally gave out and he collapsed forwards
onto his stomach, completely spent.  He let out a small whimper when he felt
Castiel removing his softening member from his body, but hummed happily as
Castiel gently rolled him over to his back and removed the ruined panties.  
Once the panties were gone Castiel gently licked Dean’s entrance and softening
cock clean before placing soft kisses to the hand-shaped bruises on Dean’s
hips. Dean hummed again, running his fingers through Castiel’s hair as Castiel
slowly kissed his way up Dean’s sweat-slick torso, along his jaw and to his
mouth. Dean moaned happily into Castiel’s mouth at the taste of his come as
well as Castiel’s own release on the angel’s tongue, and brought his arms up to
wrap around Castiel’s neck.
Castiel broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into Dean’s neck, “Thank you,” He
breathed.
Dean chucked lightly, kissing Castiel’s hair. “No, Cass, thank you. Seriously
dude aside from the fact that the panties were pink, that was…” Dean sighed,
“There are just no words in the human language that can describe how friggin
amazing that was.”
“Perhaps in the future we can find some words in the Enochian language,”
Castiel said his tone serious and contemplative.
Dean chuckled again, “Maybe, but for now, I think sleep is our best option.”
 Castiel hummed his agreement, although he did not require sleep, he did find
curling up and sleeping with Dean after sex to be quite pleasant. “I agree,” He
breathed, rolling over to his back so that Dean could fit against his side. “I
love you, Dean, sleep well.”
Dean smiled, already half asleep as he wrapped his arms around his angel, “Mm,
love you too, Cass.”
The End :)
Chapter End Notes
     I hope that was enjoyable, I always feel incredibly awkward writing
     dirty talk, even though I know it’s not that bad, either way please
     let me know what you thought of this one :D The next one should be up
     in about a week!
     As always if you have a kink suggestion, feel free to suggest!
***** Fucking Perfect *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry to everyone that this took so long, the last few weeks have
     been insanely busy for me and I had no time write. Thanks go out to
     all the awesome people who have read, bookmarked, and left kudos!
     Honorable mentions go out winchestersinthetardisat221b, HDShadowCat,
     and aviatorImposter for leaving comments on the last story! Hope you
     guys like this :)
     Summary: Umm…not really sure how to explain a summary…let's just say
     that Castiel wants to have a part in choosing the way they make love.
     Pairing: Wincestiel
     Kink: Double-penetration as a request/suggestion from the lovely
     Larkafree. This is what I came up with, I hope you approve :)
     P.S. If there are any major typos please let me know!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Fucking_Perfect
It had been about six months now since Castiel had walked in on Sam and Dean in
a rather provocative position and Dean had invited him to join them,
proclaiming, "Cass, dude, you're our Jack Tripper! Sammy, it'll be just like
Three's Company!" Since then Castiel had been invited into their bed on more
occasions than he could keep track of as well as just Dean's a handful of
times. But the one thing Castiel hadn't gotten to do was control what they did
together and now he had finally gotten up the courage to ask for it.
He waited until Sam was gone on a food run to visit the older hunter. "Hello
Dean."
Dean turned from the mini-fridge with a grin. "Hey Cass," He greeted, coming
over and hugging Castiel, "What's up, baby?"
"I have a question," Castiel stated slowly.
Dean quirked a brow, "Okay…um ask."
"Would it be…would it be alright if I were to perhaps decide how you, Sam, and
I engage in coitus next time?"
Dean couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips, "Yeah, sure, as long
as you never refer to it as 'coitus' ever again, I'm good with it. Just double
check with Sammy."
Castiel shifted on his feet, "Could you possibly…ask Sam on my behalf? I
simply…don't feel as comfortable discussing such matters with him as I do with
you."
Dean sighed, cupping Castiel's cheek and meeting his electric blue eyes, "You
know that Sammy loves you just as much as I do, right?"
Castiel nodded, licking his lips self-consciously, "Yes, I'm aware. And I love
him also. You and I simply share a-"
"-More profound bond," Dean finished with a small smile. "Alright, how about
you decide exactly what you want to do and then we run the whole thing by Sammy
together, deal?"
Castiel nodded, "Deal." He placed a gentle, lingering kiss to Dean's lips and
was gone.
~o0o0o0o~
Three days later Castiel came to Dean again while the hunter was shopping in a
small supermarket.
"Hey, Love," Dean greeted, immediately draping an arm over Castiel's shoulders
as he turned the corner to the next isle.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel smiled, wrapping an arm around Dean's waist.
"Figure out what we're gonna ask Sammy?"
"Yes, I would like for us to-"
Dean cut Castiel's words off with a quick kiss, ignoring the look he got from
the old woman shopping next to them, "You don't need tell me; I'll find out
with Sammy."
"But what if you don't approve of what it is I've chosen?" Castiel asked,
accepting the bag of chips Dean gave him to hold.
"I trust your choices," Dean assured him. "Now let's get going to the hotel."
~o0o0o0o~
"Hey Dean," Sam greeted sounding bored, then looked up. "Castiel! Hey!" He
jumped up and embraced the angel. "How are you?"
"Well," Castiel replied, returning Sam's embrace. "In fact I have a question I
would like to ask you."
Sam's brow furrowed and he stepped back to evaluate his brother and their
angel, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Dean smiled, popping the lid off of a bottle of beer and taking a drink
before speaking again, "We've been sleeping with Cass for a while now and he's
starting to feel a little left out of a few things, so he wanted to know if it
would be alright for him to choose how we do it the next time we have sex."
Sam smiled brightly at his two lovers, "Oh course! What did you have in mind,
Cass?"
"Double-penetration," Castiel dead-panned.
Dean spit out his mouthful of beer, having nearly choked on it and Sam's eyes
widened almost comically. "Uh…um, al-alright," The younger Winchester stuttered
out. "Wh-who exactly were you…I mean who's receiving the um…is Dean or um-
I um…"
Dean laughed at both his brother's expression and his inability to form a
coherent sentence, but looked to the opposite wall when Castiel sent him a
questioning look.
Understanding dawned in Castiel's eyes and he turned back to Sam, "You're
curious as to which one of us will be receiving the penetration?"
"Uh, yeah," Sam nodded.
"I would," Castiel stated as if it were obvious, "I wish to feel both of you
moving within in me at the same time."
Sam let out a small whimper-like sound and a shiver ran up Dean's spine.
The older hunter set down his beer and clapped his hands together, "Sounds good
to me, so let's uh, get this show on the road, yeah?"
Sam's eyes remained wide as he tried speaking again, "I um, we uh-"
"Sammy, relax," Dean soothed, "Cass, just tell us what to do."
Castiel nodded and looked to Sam, "Remove your clothing and lay down on the
bed." Castiel turned to Dean as Sam began shakily removing his clothes. "Prep
me." And with that both Dean and Castiel were naked and Dean was holding a
bottle of lube.
Dean wasted no time, opening the bottle of KY and coating his fingers with it.
"Lean over the bed," He instructed.
Castiel complied, leaning over the edge of the bed, planting his hands firmly
on the mattress and spread his legs for Dean.
Dean instantly went to work slowly stretching Castiel open with the fingers of
one hand while the other reached around to stroke Castiel's semi-hard cock into
full hardness.
By the time Dean had four fingers moving easily in and out of Castiel's
entrance Sam was fully naked and climbing onto the bed.
"Lie back against the headboard," Castiel instructed as Dean removed his
fingers.
Sam remained silent and laid back so that his back was propped up by the bed's
multiple pillows.
Castiel straightened up and placed a kiss to Dean's lips before getting onto
the bed and straddling Sam's waist. He leaned down towards Sam, devouring the
younger hunter's mouth in a searing kiss as he reached behind himself to line
Sam's cock up with his entrance. "Oh, Sam," The angel gasped against Sam's lips
as he began sitting back onto Sam's sizable cock.
"Fuck," Dean muttered, watching hungrily while Castiel fully seated himself on
Sam's member, his own cock growing painfully hard at the sight.
Castiel lifted himself halfway off of Sam's cock, placing his hands on the
hunter's shoulders for leverage as he turned to Dean and husked his name.
That was all the prompting Dean needed to get on the bed behind Castiel and
kneel between Sam's parted legs. He popped open the bottle of KY again and
poured a generous amount over his fingers. Once he had the desired amount of
lube he slowly began working a finger into Castiel's entrance next to his
brother's cock.
Castiel gasped at the stretch, but his pain turned to pleasure the second Sam
wrapped a hand around his previously neglected cock.
Dean continued prepping the angel slowly working a second and then third finger
into Castiel alongside his brother's member. He was going for a fourth when
Castiel spoke, "I'm ready for you, Dean," He rasped, bucking his throbbing cock
forward into Sam's hand.
Dean looked down to where Castiel's entrance was stretched around his brother
and his fingers uncertainly; the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Castiel,
"Cass, are you-"
"Dean, please, I need you inside of me…now," Castiel practically whined.
A shudder ran through Dean's body at the tone of Castiel's voice as he gently
removed his fingers and lubed up his cock to replace them. Once he was
satisfied with the amount of lube coating his member he lined himself up with
one hand, placing the other firmly on Sam's thigh and slowly nudged the head of
his cock into Castiel.
The three of them simultaneously let out a low moan at the new sensation.
Sam reached up and pulled Castiel down into a passionate, tongue-filled kiss as
Dean pushed himself further into Castiel's body.
"Mm, Dean," Castiel moaned into Sam's mouth, pressing himself down and back to
take more of Dean in.
Once both Sam and Dean's cocks were fully sheathed in the delicious warmth that
was Castiel the brothers paused to allow Castiel time to adjust. Castiel
immediately decided that he was having none of it and began grinding himself
down onto their cocks, his lips parted slightly to release quiet whimpers of
pleasure.
The brothers took the hint and slowly set up a smooth rhythm of rising and
falling hips as Castiel slid up and down their shafts.
"Oh," Dean groaned as he was overwhelmed by the feeling of Sam's cock sliding
against his own as they both moved within Castiel. He wrapped one arm around
Castiel's middle while the other reached up to turn Castiel's face towards him.
"Damn, Cass," Dean muttered, taking a moment to drink in the sight of Castiel's
lust-blow eyes as the angel continued to fuck himself down onto his hunters
before bringing their mouths together.
"Fuck," Sam moaned as he watched his lovers kiss each other in an intense
collision of lips and tongue. He moaned again as Dean's thrusts quickened,
signaling that his brother wasn't far from his orgasm and Sam knew that it
wouldn't be long before his own climax overtook him. "Dean," He husked
urgently.
Dean reluctantly removed his mouth from Castiel's only to have it reclaimed by
Sam's as his little brother lifted his back off of the head board and gripped
Dean's hips, pulling the three of them closer together.
Castiel was completely lost in the warmth and pleasure of the two bodies moving
within and around him, his small whimpers and moans of the hunters' names
mixing perfectly with the hunters' own sounds of pleasure. The only conscious
thought in Castiel's head was that he was so close to coming that his body was
trembling and writhing between the Winchesters with the impending force of it.
The brothers broke their kiss and immediately latched their mouths onto
whatever part of Castiel they could, Dean kissing and sucking at the back of
the angel's neck and Sam licking and nipping at his collarbone.
Sam grunted as he continued to buck his hips up off of the bed in time with
Dean's thrusts, being sure to hit Castiel's prostate as frequently as he could.
"Fuck, I'm so close," Dean panted against Castiel's skin, looping his arms
around Castiel to grip Sam's shoulders as his thrust continued to pick up speed
and force.
"Ugh, shit, so am I," Sam gasped, tightening his grip on Dean's hips almost
painfully.
Despite the hunters' statements Castiel was the first one to come, moaning Sam
and Dean's names over and over while his body shook between them and his cock
gushed his release across Sam's abdomen.
Dean came with a strangled cry that could have been either one of or both of
his lovers' names as he shot his release deep within Castiel's trembling body.
"Oh God," Sam whimpered as his cock was met with the warmth of his brother's
come. One last thrust up into Castiel's clamping body had his undulating cock
releasing thick spurts of come that instantly mixed with Dean's inside of
Castiel.
The tree of them continued to grind and writhe with each other until they had
fully ridden out their orgasms and Dean and Castiel collapsed forwards onto Sam
who let out a huff at the added weight.
Dean let out a small grunt as he gently removed himself from on top of and
within Castiel.
A quiet whimper of loss escaped Castiel, but he followed suit, lifting himself
off of Sam and allowing the younger hunter's softening cock to slide free. He
winced slightly at the stickiness that seemed to be surrounding him and quickly
mojoed the three of them clean. "Was that satisfactory?"
"Damn," Sam panted, "That was-"
"-Fucking perfect," Dean finished.
"What he said," Sam nodded in agreement.
"Am I to assume then, that that means it would be alright if I were to decide
how we make love more often?" Castiel asked, his voice filled with hope as he
rearranged the beds pillows and moved so that he was on the opposite side of
Dean.
"Fuck yes," The brothers told him in unison.
Dean gave Castiel a reassuring smile that told him that they truly meant it and
arranged them so that he was spooning Castiel and Sam was spooning him with an
arm slung over the two smaller men.
Castiel smiled happily, allowing one of his hands to rest over Sam's while the
other's fingers laced with Dean's. "Thank you," He mumbled softly, settling
further into the bed. "I can't put into words how much I love you both."
"Mm, I love you guys too," Sam breathed, already half asleep.
"Way to make this a chick-flick," Dean grumbled, "You already know that I love
you, bitch." He was met only with soft snores from behind him. He sighed and
nuzzled his face into the back of Castiel's neck, "I love you too, Cass," He
whispered fiercely. He paused for a moment to inhale Castiel's scent before
continuing, "I love you both so fucking much." Castiel's reply came as a brief
squeezing of the hand he was holding and a content sigh. Dean smiled and
drifted off to a blissful dreamless sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     So I was going to say that this wasn't my best work, but…*fans self*
     I think I'm going to go take a cold shower instead because this came
     out shockingly nice for being my first Wincestiel…in my mind at
     least. Anyways let me know what you think of it and you shall be
     rewarded with more smut in the future.
     If anyone else has kink suggestions, keep them coming, I find it more
     rewarding to write suggested kinks then the ones I come up with
     myself so don't be shy :)
***** 1:30 *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright here we go thanks go out to JiniZ, sakuya, PsychicGirl,
     LynnMcGarrett, and HDShadowCat for leaving me comments and being so
     patient with my untimely updating, I plomise the next one won't take
     so long.
     Pairing: Samifer
     Kink: Exhibitionism
     Summary: Alright so this is a sequel to my fic My Corporate Manager:
     The Devil and will make more sense if you read that first, but you
     don't have to. It's AU where Sam is an employee at Angel-Mart and
     Lucifer is his Corporate Manager and basically they screw in
     Lucifer's office and Lucifer tells Sam that he'll get him off at 1:
     30am. Anyways I know it's weird doing it like this, but I've been
     promising to write a sequel for it and needing to get an update for
     this up so the kink sorta just fell into place and Bam! Two fics with
     one stone :)
     P.S. Sorry for any typos :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
1:30
"I'll get you off at 1:30," Lucifer's voice rang out in Sam's head followed by
the image of his corporate manager literally ripping his clothes off and the
feeling of a forked tongue fucking into his mouth. Sam moaned and looked down
to see a growing tent in the front of his pants. He groaned and looked at his
watch.
1:25 it read. He looked up and around himself, starting to seriously worry that
Lucifer wasn't going to show up.
After Lucifer's promise to get him off they had agreed to meet outside of the
bay doors at 1:10 to head over to Lucifer's hotel room and see what happened
from there.
Sam sighed, mentally chastising himself for his stupidity. What had he even
been thinking sleeping with his corporate manager in the first place, let alone
making plans to do it again in said manager's hotel room? He shook his head and
had turned to walk around the building to the parking lot when he came face-to-
face with Lucifer.
"Going somewhere, Sammy?" Lucifer asked, his eyes boring into Sam's. "I thought
we had a date?"
"You're late," Sam sighed and he couldn't have helped the grin that spread
across his face if he had wanted to. "I thought that you weren't going to
show."
"O, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, ye of little faith."
Sam's grin just widened, "I'm glad you did show though. I…I haven't been able
to stop thinking about you," Sam admitted, his voice dropping an octave, "Your
tongue in my mouth, your cock fucking me raw."
A shiver ran down Lucifer's spine as he took a step closer to Sam, backing him
up against the Angel-Mart truck that was parked next to them. "Mmm, I like the
way you think…but seeing as it's already just about 1:30, I had a little
something…differentin mind."
It was Sam's turn to shiver. He gulped and braced his hands behind himself,
against the cool metal of the truck, "What exactly were you thinking?"
Lucifer winked, and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Sam.
Sam's eyes widened in realization of what Lucifer was about to do. "Lucifer,
we're outside; anyone could come back here and see us."
Lucifer looked up and ran his forked tongue along his lower lip, "Are you
seriously going to stand there and tell me that the thought of someone seeing
you fuck my throat doesn't make your dick hard?" As if to prove his point
Lucifer reached a hand up and pressed his palm firmly against Sam's rock-hard
cock.
Sam whimpered and shook his head because yes, the thought of someone witnessing
him with his cock shoved halfway down Lucifer's throat turned him on to the
point of it nearly becoming painful.
"That's what I thought," Lucifer smirked, undoing Sam's pants and chuckling
gently at the fact that the only thing holding them in place from earlier was
Sam's belt. He hooked his fingers on the waist band and pulled them down enough
to free Sam's straining erection.
Sam gasped at the feeling of the cool night air hitting his swollen member.
Then the coolness was gone, replaced by the warmth of Lucifer's mouth
swallowing him down balls-deep in one go. "Oh, fuck!" Sam cried out, his head
rocking back against the truck with a thud. Just when Sam had decided that the
blow job couldn't get any better, Lucifer was cradling his cock in the fork of
his tongue as he bobbed his head back and forth. "Oh my- fuck!" Sam nearly
sobbed. Lucifer chuckled at that, sending vibrations along Sam's cock that
nearly had him coming. "Wait!" Sam exclaimed in a choked voice.
Lucifer released his cock with a simply obscene pop, "There a problem, Sammy?"
Sam nodded weakly, trying to catch his breath enough to speak, "Want…"
"Want what, Sammy?" Lucifer purred, gripping the base of Sam's cock and leaning
forward to tongue the pre-come from Sam's slit.
"Want to come with you inside of me," Sam gasped, his eyes rolling back into
his head.
Lucifer actually growled, pulling Sam's pants down and off as fast as humanly
possible. "Lube?" Lucifer asked in a rough, fucked out voice, standing and
pulling off his own pants.
Sam shook his head, "I'm good from earlier," He assured.
Lucifer raised a blond eyebrow, reaching around and behind Sam to
experimentally slip a finger into his entrance. He hummed at the loose
slickness he felt, "Perfect," He grinned.
Sam returned Lucifer's grin, pulled off his sweatshirt and moved to turn
around, only to be stopped by a hand on his bare hip. He turned back and caught
Lucifer's eye in the dim light coming from the parking lot, "What?"
"I want to see your face while I'm fucking you," Lucifer replied, stripping off
his own shirt before pressing Sam back against the truck behind them and
lifting one of the other man's legs up to wrap around his waist.
Sam moaned, tightening his leg and surging forward to claim Lucifer's mouth in
a hungry clash of tongues, lips, and teeth. Lucifer licked eagerly into Sam's
mouth as he ground his pelvis forward against Sam's, pressing the latter harder
against the cool metal of the truck and making Sam a million times more aware
of where he was and what he was doing; outside behind his place of work,
preparing to be fucked against the side of a delivery truck by his corporate
manager. And just like that, just when Sam had thought that his cock couldn't
become any harder, the fact that anyone could walk back behind the building and
see him being fucked into the side of a delivery truck made his cock harder
nearly to the point of pain. "Lucifer, please," He panted, humping himself
against Lucifer in search of friction, his cock smearing pre-come all over the
blond man's cock and abdomen.
Lucifer chuckled darkly, dipping his head down to suck at the place where Sam's
neck and shoulder met, while running his hands up Sam's sides. He ran his hands
slowly back down, gently grazing his nails along Sam's bare flesh, still making
no move to enter him.
"Lucifer," Sam groaned, because although what Lucifer was doing felt fucking
amazing, he also felt like he was going to spontaneously combust if he didn't
get the other man's cock in him soon. He let out a moan of frustration before
jumping up and locking both legs firmly around Lucifer's waist and loop his
arms around his neck. He paused for a moment to capture Lucifer's lips again
before lifting himself up so that he could feel the head Lucifer's cock pressed
against his entrance. "Please," He panted, rocking his hips down so that the
tip of Lucifer's cock rubbed against his opening, coating it with a steady
stream of pre-come, only to slip away when Sam rocked down harder in attempts
to impale himself on it.
Finally after Sam had tried and failed a handful of times, Lucifer groaned,
unable to take the feeling of his pulsating cock rubbing against Sam's awaiting
entrance any longer. He caressed his hands along Sam's body, stopping one hand
to grip one of Sam's hips, allowing the other to continue down to hold his cock
in place for the next downward rock of Sam's body.
Sam rolled his hips down again, expecting the same teasing pressure as before.
Sam shuddered, nearly exploding at the amazing sensation he was met with upon
finally getting Lucifer inside of him. He stopped moving once he was fully
seated on the other man's cock and simply reveled in how fucking good it felt
to be completely filled by Lucifer. "God, you're so fucking, big," Sam moaned,
bringing their lips together again as he started to grind himself down and
against Lucifer.
"That's what I've heard," Lucifer grinned into Sam's mouth. He shifted them to
press Sam harder against the truck and began thrusting in and out of him at a
constantly increasing rhythm, being sure to angle his hips so that he hit Sam's
pleasure center with each thrust.
Sam cried out in sheer pleasure, his head rocking back against the truck as his
orgasm built in his abdomen. And then Lucifer froze. Sam made a pitiful mewling
sound and lifted his head to hiss, "Don't you dare fucking stop."
"Shh, did you hear that?" Lucifer asked, his tone suddenly serious as he cocked
his head to the side.
Sam listened for a moment and, yes he heard it; a noise that sounded
suspiciously like footsteps. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He groaned in
irritation. Then he locked his eyes with Lucifer's and grinned, "We can finish
before they get all the way back here."
Lucifer groaned, but managed to shake his head, "Sam, I know you're horny,
but they could see us."
"Wasn't it your idea to do this here?" Sam countered, rocking his hips down and
earning a small moan from Lucifer. "That being said, are you seriously going to
pretend that the thought of someone hearing us or coming back here and seeing
your cock balls-deep in my ass doesn't make your dick hard."
Lucifer moaned and bucked his hips up, slamming Sam back against the truck,
"Fuck, you have a dirty mouth, Sammy," He husked, nipping at Sam's neck as he
reestablished a rhythm in his thrusts.
"Yeah?" Sam asked, rocking his hips down to meet every thrust of Lucifer's
hips, practically whimpering each time the blonde's cock struck his prostate.
"Does my mouth make your cock hard too?"
Lucifer groaned in reply at Sam's words, his hips stuttering slightly as his
orgasm neared.
"Was that a-" Sam's comeback was cut off by a particularly hard thrust and he
lost all ability to form coherent sentences. He tightened his limbs around
Lucifer and allowed his head to rock back against the truck as his eyes slipped
shut.
"You gonna come soon, Sammy?" Lucifer panted, his own legs beginning to shake
with the force of his impending orgasm. "You gonna shoot your load all over my
abs, while I pump you full of come?"
"Yes," Sam gasped out in reply and for a second he swore that he heard
footsteps again, only much closer, but before he could say anything Lucifer
began hammering into him so hard that he lost his entire train of thought.
"Fuck, I'm so close right now, Sammy," Lucifer husked. "Oh God I'm gonna come
so hard."
"Fuck yes!" Sam cried, his mouth forming words without his brains permission.
"Fucking fill my ass with come, baby! Fucking-"
"Sam?"
Sam's eyes shot open to see Castiel over Lucifer's shoulder, standing just
around the corner of the building with wide, shock-filled eyes, but it was too
late. The feeling of Lucifer's come painting his insides as his cock pulsed
within him already had him on the edge and the sight of someone- even if it was
his brother's boyfriend –seeing them was the last push he needed to fall head
first over the edge into his orgasm. "Fuck!" He whimpered, his eyes falling
shut again as his muscles clenched and his cock spurted warm come across
Lucifer's chest and abdomen.
And despite the fact of being aware that they had been caught, Lucifer
continued to grin into and against Sam until they had both ridden out their
releases.
Sam let out a weak groan as Lucifer removed his spent cock from his entrance,
but unwound his legs from the other man's body until he was standing on shaky
legs. He lifted his head, speaking as he slowly opened his eyes, "Hey, Ca-" His
eyes widened upon seeing that Castiel wasn't alone. "Dean!"
"Heya, Sammy," Dean greeted, his face remaining neutral.
Sam quickly leaned down to pick up a piece of clothing to hold in front of
himself as he moved out from behind Lucifer. "Look, Dean, before you freak; I
can explain. I-"
"Do I look like I'm freaking?" Dean asked calmly.
Lucifer shook his head, "No you don't really look-"
"You shut up," Dean told Lucifer firmly, in full big-brother mode. "Seriously
dude, I do not need input from the guy I just witnessed fucking my baby
brother."
Sam blushed, but met Dean's gaze, "So…no freaking. Um…does that mean no speech
or anything?"
"So speech," Dean assured.
"Okay," Sam nodded, clearing his throat, "So, uh, I guess this is as good of a
time as any to tell you that I'm sleeping with our corporate manager and that I
plan continuing to do so for as long and often as I possibly can."
Dean shrugged, and gave his brother a genuine smile, "Like I said before; dude
seems nice enough." Sam nodded and Dean's smile turned playful, "It's about
fucking time that you got laid, Samantha, but Jesus! I did not need to see
that!" Dean shuddered, "Taking that into consideration just…keep in doors from
now on, yeah?"
"Of course, Dean," Sam answered two quickly, earning a chuckle from Lucifer.
Dean leveled the lovers with a look, "I mean it, Sam. I want you to promise
me." He turned to Castiel, "Anything to add to that, Cass?"
Castiel thought for a moment before locking eyes with Lucifer, "If you ever
hurt Sam, you will face the wrath Dean and myself both, so please just remember
that although you're our corporate manager; Sam is our brother."
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Love," Dean grinned, pulling Castiel into
a soft, slow kiss. They broke apart at the clearing of Sam's throat and
switched back into big-brother-mode, "You guys promise?"
"Promise," Lucifer agreed earnestly.
"Sam?" Castiel asked.
"I promise," Sam assured, his voice full of sincerity as he mentally crossing
his fingers because seriously, that was way to fucking hot to never do again!
Chapter End Notes
     Alright so for the next story…I'm currently working on 3 different
     ones so please give me your vote on which you want next. Your choices
     are: Wincest with a de-aged!Sam; Destiel with some heavy BDSM; or
     Destiel with a side of Human!Impala. Let me know and I should have it
     up within a couple weeks!
***** Do You Take Requests? *****
Chapter Notes
     The votes are in and the winner is…Destiel BDSM! Thanks go out to all
     of you lovely people who reviewed and I promise to come back and
     mention you by name when I'm not in a rush! for leaving me reviews.
     Sorry if this isn't the most amazing work, because despite the common
     belief around my circle of friends at school this is my first time
     writing BDSM lol.
     As you may have noticed it been a while…but instead of just "I'm
     sorry" here is the story of what happened: *Le me singing as I walk
     through life happily with plenty of time and emotional energy to
     write* "I'm walkin on sunshine! Whoa! I'm walking on-" *Gets slapped
     upside the head by life* Me: "The fuck life?!" Life:*smiles
     innocently* "Was that you I just saw singing and being all happy and
     shit?" Me: *Skeptically* "Yes…?" Life: "Thought so" *starts throwing
     unlemonadeable lemons at me* "Here have some Geometry tests! Oh and
     Spanish finals next week-you know the week before finals week! And
     some father yelling at you for doing your English homework! And some
     preparing for Christmas recital! And a cold! And some father getting
     mad at you because of things your brothers do! Oh and I almost
     forgot! Here's your boyfriend moving to Tex-fucking-as!"
     The End
     Alright…that actually felt kind of good… Now back to the kinks!
     Pairing: Destiel
     Kink: Hard core BDSM for They-call-me-Sammie who wanted to see "Dean
     Dominating Cass. Flogging, being tied, ball gag, cock ring; the
     works"
     Summary: Yes Dean takes requests ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Do You Take Requests?
Dean simply loved the way that Castiel continued to remind him of how kinky the
angel truly was on a regular basis. Sure the first time Castiel had
mentioned this Dean had been a bit skeptical, because seriously who wouldn't be
taken aback by their angel-boyfriend popping up and asking them if they took
requests, before kissing them and promptly stating in an unnervingly casual
tone, "Dean I would like for you to tie me to the bed, place a cock ring at the
base of my penis, gag me, flog me, and edge me until I'm begging for release."
But now, with a fully naked Castiel actually tied to the four posts of their
bed, with his erect cock resting heavily against his stomach, Dean loved
Castiel's kinky side more than ever before.
Dean crawled on the bed to kneel between Castiel's spread legs and grinned up
at the angel as he licked a stripe up the underside of Castiel's throbbing
cock. Dean sat up slightly and licked his lips as he slid a metal ring over the
head of Castiel's shaft and slowly down to the base.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, his lust-filled blue eyes fluttering closed.
Dean smiled, licking and nipping his way up to Castiel's mouth. He brought
their pelvises and lips together at the same instant, moaning into Castiel's
mouth as he ground his hips down. "Fuck you're so hard," He whispered, moving
his lips so that they were pressed against Castiel's ear, "And I'm gonna make
you so much fucking harder before the nights over."
A small whimper that vaguely resembled Dean's name slipped out of the angel's
lips and he tried to buck his hips up against Dean's.
"You ready, baby?"
"Yes, Dean," Castiel whispered, "I'm ready."
Dean hungrily locked his lips to Castiel's in a hungry kiss, nipping his lower
lip as he pulled away and grabbed the ball gag from where it was resting on
their dresser. "Now," Dean started, his voice dropping an octave, "I want to
hear you scream for it."
Castiel tilted his head as best he could against the mattress.
Dean fought the urge to chuck at how utterly clueless- and somehow, through
extension endearing –Castiel was at times, "I'm not letting you come until I
hear you scream for it, you got that?"
"Yes," Castiel husked, his pupils dilating further.
"Good." Dean nodded to himself and continued, trying to brush off how awkward
he felt, "Now that means that I'm going flog you, tease you, and jerk you until
you're a writhing, screaming, begging puddle of angel, and you can't come until
I give you permission, got it?"
Castiel simply nodded, his blue gaze still burning into Dean's.
"And what's gonna happen if I see so much as a drop of anything other than pre-
come?"
"A ruined orgasm," Castiel replied obediently.
"Damn straight," Dean nodded, forcing himself to remember that Castiel had
specifically asked for…this.
"But Dean…How am I supposed to ask for permission when I'm gagged?"
"You'll figure it out," Dean replied with a devilish smirk. He pressed his lips
to Castiel's one last time and secured the ball gag in Castiel's mouth. He
reached over to the dresser once more, picking up the flogger and testing the
feel of it in his hand. Dean swallowed and brought it down across Castiel's
thighs, earing himself a muffled moan. "You like that, baby?" He purred,
Castiel's moan giving him a sudden burst of confidence. "You want more?"
Castiel blinked his eyes rapidly and nodded his head against the bed.
Dean brought the flogger down again, across Castiel's lightly toned abs and
received a slightly louder moan as well as well as a drop of pre-come from
Castiel's slit. Dean hummed, dipping his head down to lick away the bead of
pre-come. "You really that turned on from just this?"
Castiel nodded again, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Oh, baby; we're just getting started," Dean stated, slapping the flogger down
across Castiel's chest. Dean's smirk widened with each of the half-dozen more
times he brought the flogger down across some part of Castiel's body, loving
each and every muffled moan that came from Castiel's mouth. Dean slapped the
flogger down across Castiel's already-red thighs one more time, before setting
it aside to clean the pre-come from Castiel's slit again. "You still with me,
baby?" Dean asked, rubbing his hands over the red flesh of Castiel's body and
up to thumb the smaller man's nipples,
Castiel's eyes flipped open and met Dean's.
"That a yes?" Dean asked moving one hand down to firmly stroke Castiel's cock,
leaving the other where it was.
Castiel gave a single nod and spoke something behind his gag that sounded like,
"Yes, Dean, please."
"Alright," Dean smiled, shifting so that he was straddling one of Castiel's
thighs and began rocking himself down against Castiel, smearing pre-come across
the angel's hipbone. He let his eyes slip closed and only opened them again
when he heard a small whimper from Castiel. "What is it, baby?"
Castiel made the same whining noise and shifted his eyes from his currently
neglected cock to Dean's and back again.
"Sorry, babe," Dean smiled, taking Castiel's weeping cock back into his hand,
"Just couldn't help myself… You have no idea how hard you're noises are making
me."
Castiel made a small, barely audible noise of impatience, trying and failing to
thrust up into Dean's fist in search of friction.
"Ah-ah-ah, none of that," Dean scolded, letting go of Castiel's cock so that he
could use both hands to press Castiel's hips back down to the bed. "You're not
coming yet." Dean picked up the flogger again and trailed it down the center of
Castiel's body, taking extra time to tease it over Castiel's flush, twitching
cock and balls as he continued to grind his own erection down against angel's
hip. "How about this; you take ten of these-" He paused a moment to lightly
slap Castiel's balls with the flogger- "and then you can come. Deal?"
Castiel nodded eagerly, his hands fisting around the ropes holding him to the
bed.
"One," Dean started, bringing the flogger down and receiving a whimpering moan
in response. "Two," Dean husked and continued to bring the flogger down against
one of the most sensitive parts of his lovers body, earning the same whimpering
moan with each number he spoke, "Three- four- five- six- seven- eight- nine-
ten." Finished, Dean set the flogger aside again and moved one of his hands to
cup Castiel's balls.
Castiel whimpered and squirmed, seemingly in pain, but Dean continued to
massage his balls, spurred on by the fact that Castiel's cock was so hard it
was pointed straight up at the ceiling. "Fuck baby," Dean mumbled, squeezing
Castiel's balls, causing a stream of pre-come to ooze out of his slit and run
down the underside of his cock. Dean ducked his head down quickly, licking up
the trail and moaning at the taste, "You ready to come, Cass?"
Dean heard a muffled "yes" accompanied by a nod and more squirming.
"Yeah?" Dean purred, still grinding his cock against Castiel's skin as he began
stroking the angel's cock. "You gonna shoot your load?"
Castiel nodded rapidly, his head rocking back and his balls contracting as he
hovered on the edge. But just as he was about to fall over the edge, regardless
of the cock-ring he was still wearing, Dean's hand was gone. Castiel's eyes
opened to see Dean's face inches from his own and whimpered as his cock gave a
particularly hard throb. He swallowed hard and focused his eyes on Dean, giving
him a half-pleading, half-questioning look.
Dean leaned down and sucked a mark onto Castiel's pulse point before rasping
into his ear, "Not yet baby; I still haven't heard you scream."
Castiel whimpered, remembering Dean's original statement and gave Dean a look
of complete and utter desperation.
Dean sat up, giving Castiel a shrug, "You agreed to not come until I gave you
permission," He reminded firmly.
Castiel gave him a nod, accompanied by a muffled sentence somewhere along the
lines of, "I'm aware."
"Now," Dean started, taking Castiel's swollen, red cock into his hand again,
"Scream." He began stroking Castiel's cock, teasingly light and slow at first
and gradually making them harder and faster until Castiel was letting out a
nearly-continues moan from behind his gag. "Fuck, baby," Dean gasped, rocking
his hips down in search of friction for his own painfully hard cock, "You wanna
come?" He purred, quickening his strokes as he began grinding his member
against the warm expanse of Castiel's skin beneath him.
Castiel nodded, choking back a sob as his toes curled and his hands clenched
around their ropes.
"Hmm…" Dean contemplated, stopping the stroking movement of his hand and
sliding it down to cup Castiel's balls. "Damn, baby," He mused, "You're so full
of come your balls feel like they're going to explode, don't they?" Before
Castiel could nod, he squeezed the angel's balls, earning himself Castiel's
first actual scream along with more pre-come. Dean moaned low in his throat at
the sounds Castiel was making behind the gag and instantly wanted nothing more
than to hear them un-muffled. He quickly moved up to straddle Castiel's waist
as he untied the gag and pulled it free from the angel's mouth.
"What's wrong?" Castiel asked in a rough voice, looking up at Dean with barely-
coherent, lust-filled eyes.
"Nothing's wrong," Dean assured, rocking his hips back so that the head of
Castiel's cock brushed against the seam of his ass, "I just wanted to hear the
sounds coming out of that beautiful mouth of yours without that stupid fucking
gag in the way. Plus: I can kiss you again." He leaned over, running his hands
along Castiel's arms to lace their fingers as he brought their lips together in
a slow, heated kiss.
Castiel moaned in pleasure, but broke the kiss to question his lover, "Not that
I have any aversions to kissing you, but in case you had not yet noticed; my
penis is currently hard enough to cut through steel, my testicles feel as if
are going to spontaneously combust at any moments, and I'm beginning to fear
that if don't have an orgasm soon, I won't be able to have one at all."
Dean groaned, low and hungry, because fuck all of that wasn't one of the
hottest things that had ever came out of Castiel's mouth. Dean sat up and
reached behind himself to stroke Castiel's cock. "Better?" He husked.
"Dean," Castiel moaned, his voice getting louder with each upward stroke of
Dean's talented hand. "Fuck! Please don't stop this time Dean...Please."
Castiel bit his lip as he watched Dean hovering above him, the hunter's thick
cock bobbling mere inches from his face. "Dean! Fuck! Fuck, Dean, I'm so
close!" The angel screamed, forcing his eyes shut so that the sight of Dean's
leaking, pulsing cock and bliss-filled eyes didn't send him over the edge then
and there, regardless of Dean's permission.
"You gonna come, baby?" Dean purred, squeezing Castiel's hand in his.
Castiel nodded, breathing a nearly silent "Please" before throwing his head
back and screaming Dean's name as the hunters hand left his cock in favor of
squeezing his balls.
And then Dean's hand was gone completely and his breath was tickling against
his ear as he spoke, "Not just yet, you're not."
A pitiful whimper escaped Castiel's lips and his cock arced up against his
abdomen, "Dean!"
Dean smirked wickedly releasing Castiel's hand from his so that they could both
travel along his body to tease the angel's over-sensitive nipples. "Alright,
baby, new rule…" Castiel sighed in relief, pulling lightly at his restraints.
"…but not until I do."
Castiel let out a small whimper, but made no complaints.
Dean continued to smirk as he took his cock into his and began stroking his
rock hard flesh, bucking his hips forwards sharply to meet his strokes. Dean
locked eyes with Castiel and moaned as Castiel continued to whimper and writhe
beneath him, the angel's cock throbbing painfully between his legs, pulsing up
to touch his stomach, then back to being straight up at the ceiling.
After what seemed like an eternity to Castiel and only seconds to Dean, the
hunter's hips were stuttering and he was throwing his head back as his orgasm
rocketed through his entire body, his come shooting out in thick spurts across
Castiel's naked, writhing body as he moaned his lover's name.
"Dean," Castiel whispered desperately, almost losing every ounce of control
left in his body at the sight of Dean's orgasm, his cock ring and Dean's threat
of a ruined orgasm the only things keeping him on the edge.
Dean caught himself from collapsing on shaking arms as he came down from his
high. He stayed frozen in place trembling slightly for a moment as he waited
for his head to stop spinning from the intensity of his orgasm. Finally a small
whimper from Castiel pulled the hunters bliss-filled eyes up to his angel's.
Without a word Dean pressed his lips firmly to Castiel's before moving down the
bed so that he was level with Castiel's leaking member. Dean traced his fingers
slowly down Castiel's shaft, following the trail of pre-come down and over his
balls, coming to a stop when they landed on the latch of Castiel's cock ring.
Dean gently released the latch with shaking hands and slowly removed the ring
from Castiel. His own member giving a valiant twitch at the sounds Castiel was
making combined with the way his cock throbbed as the ring slid along it. Dean
set the ring aside and gripped Castiel's shaft firmly as he leaned back over
Castiel's body so that his lips were brushing the smaller man's ear, "You can
come now," He husked, slowly sliding his hand up Castiel's shaft in one final
stroke.
The second Dean's hand ran over his tip Castiel was screaming his name and
arching up against his hunter's body as his balls contracted and his pulsing
cock painted his- as well as Dean's –chest with spurt after thick, warm spurt
of come.
"Fuck," Dean groaned, his cock trying to harden again as he stroked Castiel
through his orgasm.
Finally after Castiel had shot out what must have been the biggest load from
the longest orgasm of his life Dean slowly, pulled himself off of Castiel and
lovingly untied his wrists and ankles, kissing each of them as he unwrapped the
rope from them, freeing Castiel to collapse limply against the bed. Dean
quickly got up and switched the light off before crawling back onto the bed and
pulling Castiel's body to his, not even bothering to clean up their mess. "So
um… How was it?" Dean asked somewhat nervously against the back of Castiel's
neck.
"Even better than the pornography depicted it to be," Castiel replied in a
dead-serious tone, causing Dean to chuckle lightly. "What?"
"Nothing," Dean smiled, pulling Castiel even closer to his body. "I just…I
fucking love you."
"I love you too, Dean," Castiel smiled, snuggling back into the warmth of
Dean's body.
"And you better not ever change," Dean whispered fiercely.
"Never," Castiel promised.
Chapter End Notes
     Wow...that um turned out pretty explicit…even for me… Anyways let me
     know what you think and also time to vote for the next story, which I
     promise to get up way sooner(and if not please feel free to yell at
     me through a PM): Destiel with a side of Human!Impala, some Sub!Dean
     Dom!Cas with Dean coming in his pants(XD) and getting embarrassed and
     Cass having to show him that it's okay, or Destiel Knotting!Kink…
     Lots of Destiel going on there, so make your choice! If none of those
     are what you're truly craving feel free to make a suggestion/request!
***** Meet Me Under The Mistletoe (Let's Fuck) *****
Chapter Notes
     So I know it's kinda late for a Christmas fic, but seeing as I
     started writing it like a week before the holiday it's all good XD
     Special thanks go out to LucifersHitman, whoami, Lady_of_the_Shards,
     JiniZ, bonesbuffyangelfan, Jo on, Michelle_Evans, Megstie1, and The
     Almighty Moose God for commenting and for your awesome suggestions!
     Pairing: Destiel
     Kink: Knotting as a request for bloodymack21 who wanted some knotting
     and preferably without changing the universe where "Dean could have
     read about it and suggest it or maybe Cass could simply do it as a
     fun little surprise for his lover ;)" I chose the latter and it
     wasn't a cakewalk…There was embarrassing research on the topic and me
     writing my first knotting fic and…yeah. So I hope you all enjoy
     Summary: It's almost Christmas and Castiel is trying to come up with
     a gift for Dean. A quick look at Dean's browsing history gives him
     some ideas ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Meet Me Under The Mistletoe (Let's Fuck)
It was two days until Christmas and Castiel had no idea what he was going to
get his boyfriend of six months.
"Just ask Sam!" Gabriel urged him.
"Do you have any clue as to how embarrassing it would be for a millennia old
being to ask a human for advice on a holiday I've witnessed since its very
creation?"
"I'm sure the moose would understand and so would Dean!"
Castiel gave him a pitiful look and Gabriel sighed.
"Okay…Plan B then."
Castiel tilted his head slowly, "Which is?"
"Go through lover boy's internet history."
~o0o0o0o~
"Damn baby, you're beautiful when you come," Dean panted, lovingly kissing
Castiel's kiss-swollen lips.
"As are you," Castiel whispered back, cuddling into Dean's arms. He glanced at
the clock and see that it was passed midnight, "Merry Christmas, Dean."
"Mm…you too," Dean mumbled back sleepily.
"I love you," Castiel told him softly.
"Love you," Dean replied drifting off to sleep.
Castiel waited for Dean's breath to fully even out before he slowly disengaged
himself from Dean's warm embrace and walked over to where Dean's laptop was
laying on an old chair in the corner. He carefully sat down naked in the chair,
crossing his legs and balancing the small silver laptop on them. He powered the
computer and internet on and opened the browsing history. Instantly what seemed
like thousands of porn sites popped up and Castiel felt a small twinge of
jealously and sadness. Was he not effectively pleasing his lover? And so much
to the point that the hunter felt the need to pleasure himself to sex films?
Castiel began reading through the dates and sighed in relief when he seen that
the majority of the visits where from over five month old. All except for
several more recent ones that stood out from the sea of Busty Asian Beauties as
KnotYourAveragePorn . net. Castiel rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's inability
to even choose a porn site that could spell property as he clicked the link to
see what was so not average about the videos there.
The link took him to a page of search results within the website reading
'Partner Knotting.' Castiel's curiosity continued to grow as he clicked on one
of the videos that showed a dark-haired man hovering over another man with
dirty-blond spiked hair and wide green eyes smiling at the computer that was
marked as previously viewed.
The video began to play starting with a black background with a white
description typed out across it. Castiel hit pause and looked carefully over
the description: "Knotting Pup good with our new Bad Dragon inflatable dildo!
He comes so hard at the feeling of it knotting his sweet little hole that I
don't even have to touch his cock!"
Castiel tilted his head in confusion, having recognized the majority of the
terms, but still having no clue as to what 'knotting' meant. And after the
Pizza Man's video he doubted that this video would provide an accurate
definition. He sighed and shut the computer down.
He chewed his lip for a moment contemplating calling Gabriel before decided
that this was something he felt comfortable asking Sam about.
~o0o0o0o~
Thankfully Sam was still awake and happily answered the door with a small
confused smile, "What's up Cass?"
Castiel glanced briefly up at the sky before understanding the question, "Do
you have a moment?"
"Sure, come on in."
Castiel smiled gratefully and entered, sitting down in the chair Sam offered
him.
"So…?" Sam trailed off, hoping to find out why his brother's angel boyfriend
was sitting in his motel room.
"It's about my gift for Dean."
"Alright," Sam nodded, sitting down.
"Gabriel suggested that I use something from his browsing history and I was
curious as to what the term 'knotting' meant."
Sam's eyes widened, first Cass asked him what a blow job was and now this?
"It's um…" Fuck it! Sam decided and launched into an entirely too in-depth
description of what the term meant.
~o0o0o0o~
"Merry Christmas, Sammy!" Dean smiled, hugging his little brother as he left
for his own room.
"Good night, Dean. Night, Cass," Sam smiled and closed the door.
Dean turned to Castiel still smiling, "Ready for your gift?"
Castiel nodded as Dean sat next to him and handed him a brown paper bag.
Castiel slowly opened the bag and pulled out a blue and black plaid flannel
shirt. "Dean…" He spoke softly.
"Now you're officially a hunter," Dean smiled, kissing behind Castiel's ear.
"I'd put it on, but…I think it would be best to give you your gift first,"
Castiel smiled, standing to set the neatly folded shirt on the nightstand.
Dean looked at Castiel slightly confused, "I thought that last night was my
gift?"
Castiel shook his head, "There's more."
"Really? I mean come on sex with angel mojoed stamina? How can you top that?"
Castiel shrugged, "I'm hoping that this will."
Dean's eyes darkened, "So by more you mean like…sex more?"
Castiel chuckled lightly at Dean's tone and expression, "Yes, like sex more."
"Wow," Dean smiled, licking his lips, "So…I should take my clothes off then?"
"Yes, Dean," Castiel confirmed stripping his own clothes.
In no time Castiel had Dean naked on their bed with three fingers sliding in
and out of his entrance, stretching him wide and stroking his prostate.
"You gonna tell me what your planning angel?" Dean panted, grabbing handfuls of
the sheet beneath him as Castiel paused to massage his sweet spot.
Castiel simply shook his head, adding more lubricant and a fourth finger to
make sure that Dean wasn't seriously hurt when it came time to knot him.
"Shit!" Dean cried out in surprise at the added stretch. After a moment to
adjust he decided that he liked where the added stretch was going and allowed
his head to rock back as he moaned. He bit his lower lip hard and bucked his
hips down to let Castiel know that he was ready for more, whatever more turned
out to be.
Castiel gently removed his fingers and quickly coated his cock in lube. "Love
you," He whispered, leaning forward to kiss Dean while pushing his thighs
farther apart.
"Mm, love you too," Dean hummed, tangling his fingers in the back of Castiel's
hair and pulling lightly.
Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth as their tongues tangled and he lined his cock
up with Dean's entrance. "Dean," He sighed, breaking their kiss to bury his
face against Dean's neck as he slowly entered his lover, not stopping until the
balls were resting against Dean's warm skin. He gave Dean a moment to adjust
before smoothly pulling out to just his tip and sliding back in.
"Harder," Dean panted almost instantly, "running a hand down Castiel's body to
press encouragingly at the small of his lover's back.
Castiel could only comply, gradually making his thrusts harder and faster,
earning the most delicious noises from the man below him. "Good?" He asked,
suckling onto Dean's pulse point.
"Fuck, baby, so good," Dean moaned, shoving a hand between their bodies to
start jerking himself off.
"Dean," Castiel panted back, unable to say anything else as he felt blood
beginning to pool at his base with his increasing level of pleasure. Then he
felt it and suddenly Dean was starting to feel tighter.
"Ah, oh, fuck!" Dean cried out brokenly, his eyes squeezing shut at the amazing
feeling of Castiel growing inside of him. Wait what? He pried his eyes open and
looked up at Castiel's, "Is…is your cock getting bigger? Cass?"
Castiel blinked and his thrusts suddenly stopped, "I…I read your browsing
history and…" He gasped as Dean's muscles fluttered around him and his knot
started growing bigger. "And I seen…Well I thought you might enjoy it if I were
to…knot you."
And then a tremor ran through Dean's body and he was coming, spilling his
release all over their chests at the sheer thought of the fact that right now
he had Castiel's knot growing inside of him.
Castiel gasped as Dean tightened around him in orgasm and had to will himself
not to explode as well.
"Fu-uck!" Was all he could gasp as he pulled Castiel down for a desperate kiss.
"Please baby, more!"
Castiel looked down at his lover somewhat shocked, "But you just-"
"Trust me I'm already hard again, now move."
Castiel nodded, quickly falling back into a hard, smooth rhythm as his orgasm
built and his knot grew.
"Shit, baby, just like that!" Dean whimpered, clinging to Castiel as he ground
his hips up onto Castiel's forming knot. "Faster, Cass, I want to feel your
knot!"
Castiel complied instantly, moving as fast and hard as he could with the new
tightness and drag of Dean's entrance. "Oh, Dean, I'm…" He cried out as Dean's
warmth and tightness began overcoming his senses.
"Yeah, baby, perfect," Dean groaned, grinding his ass up to take in more of
Castiel's nearly full knot. "Fuck baby, keep going! Come on baby, I need your
knot! Just do it Cass! Fucking knot my ass, come in me and make me your bitch!"
Castiel was never incredibly turned on by dirty talk, but with the way Dean's
words were mixing with both of their moans and the increased tightness of his
body Castiel only need one more deep thrust and his knot was fully formed and
they were locked together. "DEAN!" Castiel cried as his orgasm started and he
seen white.
"Oh, God, yes," Dean moaned, feeling Castiel's first load shooting out inside
of him, "Cass!" Dean wrapped his legs around and pulled his lover impossibly
close as he tried to muffle his cries with Castiel's shoulder.
"Oh, Dean," Castiel panted, grinding his hips down in slow circles as his cock
continued to spurt inside of Dean as he was wracked with wave after wave of
ecstasy.
"Fucking shit, God, Cass!" Dean moaned hovering on the edge of his second
orgasm. He slid his hands down Castiel's sweat-slick back to cup his ass and
pull him closer, pushing more of Castiel's knot in and shifting his hips just
right so that Castiel's cock would brush his prostate perfectly. "Come on,
baby, give me some more,"
"Ah!" Castiel gasped as his cock let out another powerful spurt, hitting Dean's
prostate perfectly.
And that was all it took to have Dean screaming his name against his skin and
coming again between their interlocked bodies.
The fluttering and clamping of Dean's muscles instantly pulled another burst of
release from Castiel's pulsing member as the angel continued to pant and
started to shake above his lover, trying to will himself not to pass out.
"Dean," He whimpered, bowing his head and biting lightly as Dean's clavicle as
the feeling of still releasing and Dean squeezing him became too much. "Dean,
I…I apologize…" He blinked and his knot instantly deflated as he gently removed
his cock from Dean's body and collapsed next to him, their sides still glued
together. "Too much," Castiel groaned, his cock still throbbing and erupting
more come despite the fact that he's 'mojoed' his knot down. "I didn't
anticipate the experience to be so…"
"Intense?" Dean offered with a fucked-out smile. "Yeah, me neither, I mean, the
dudes in the videos sounded like it would be, but…damn."
Castiel could only nod his head against the pillow and turn it to rest against
Dean's.
"Seriously, I don't think I've ever come that hard in my life."
"Neither have I," Castiel breathed, his heart rate finally slowing, "So, better
than angel stamina?"
"Way," Dean chuckled.
Castiel smiled to himself and lifted his head to look down at his body to see
his chest covered in both his and Dean's come as his cock still oozing what he
hoped was the last of his release.
"Jesus, Cass," Dean groaned, following his lover's eyes, "Look at you."
Castiel looked over to where Dean was lying next to him and his eyes fell to
the growing puddle of come that was leaking out of Dean's body between his
lover's still-spread legs. Castiel's cock twitched, shooting out another gush
of come and the angel groaned in pleasure. "Look at you." He managed.
Dean moaned too, but slowly sat up, "We need to shower. Well after…you know."
He gestured to Castiel's still leaking cock.
"It just won't stop," Castiel moaned with a slight pout.
Dean snorted, leaning over to gently kiss his angel, "Well…" He trailed off
with a smirk, "If it's too much for you to handle you could always mojo me a
knot next time.
To Dean's shock and delight Castiel nodded, "I would like that."
"Alright," Dean nodded, standing to go start their shower. He winced slightly
at the ache in his backside, but smiled at the same time. "Oh and, Cass?" He
stopped and turned back to look at Castiel who was finally sitting up.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel asked with wide blue eyes and one of the head-tilts Dean
loved so much.
"Best Christmas present ever."
The End!
Chapter End Notes
     I'm actually quite pleased with this, especially considering that I
     wrote 60% of it as well as typed all of it today :) Maybe not the
     best dirty talk on Dean's end, but hey this is Dean Winchester lost
     in ecstasy we're talking about here lol
     Alright so that's what I think, let me know what you think as well as
     any suggestions and a vote on the next story: Next up is going to be
     Wincest because it's seriously been way too long since I've written
     any! You're choices are a De-aged Sam or full on Weecest, make your
     choice!
     P.S. The title comes from the Hollywood Undead song "Christmas in
     Hollywood" which doesn't really have much to do with the fic, but I
     though was a fitting title ;)
***** It's All Wrong, But It's All Right *****
Chapter Notes
     No words for how sorry I am that this took so freakin long! I've just
     been busy with school, working, performing, and being a teenager
     which together have rendered me physically, mentally, and emotionally
     drained with barely enough time to read, let alone write, but
     anyways, hopefully this smutty goodness will make up for all of it –
     or at least enough of it so that you guys don't hate me. Thanks go
     out to everyone who reads and special thanks to Emily, alphadarkwolf,
     Lily, bloodymack21, and JiniZ for leaving me reviews, y'all're
     awesome!
     Pairing: Wincest
     Kink: And the winner was…Full on Weecest which was voted to be a kink
     in itself and goes out to Megsti1 over on AO3.
     Summary: I know I said I wanted to avoid "first times" but this one
     just came to me! 14 year-old Sam has a problem and after some
     debating 18 year-old Dean helps him out ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It's All Wrong But It's All Right
"Tell me what the fuck happened, Sammy!" Dean demanded, sitting Sam down on
their shared bed and moving to retrieve a wet cloth from the bathroom.
"Nothing," Sam insisted, wiping at the blood on his lower lip.
"Bullshit, Sammy," Dean growled, using the washcloth to gently remove the rest
of the blood. "You've only been in high school for a week and you're already in
a fist fight; tell me."
Sam looked away, not wanting to meet his brothers eyes as he mumbled, "It was
just a kiss."
Dean gave him a puzzled look, moving to sit down next to him, "A kiss? How in
the Hell does this happen from a kiss?" Dean gestured to his 14-year-old
brother's split lip and black eye. "Do you kiss someone else's girl?"
"No," Sam mumbled, blushing.
"Then tell me," Dean repeated, "From the beginning."
"The whole story?" Sam asked in a small voice, not particularly wanting to
share the entire story out of embarrassment.
"Yes, Sammy, from whatever started it; wherever you think is a good place."
Sam swallowed and nodded, still not meeting his brother's eyes. "Well two weeks
ago I…I…"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Just spit it out, Samantha!"
"I got a boner, Okay!?" Sam yelled, biting his lip and crossing his arms.
"Oh," Dean breathed, taken aback. "…Keep going."
"And I…I didn't know what to do so I…did nothing." Sam swallowed thickly, "Then
it happened again on the second day of school when me and my friends Jake were
looking through a magazine in the bathroom. He laughed and told me I should
'take care' of it. So I asked him how and he told me to jerkoff." Sam's face
turned a shade redder as he continued, "So I asked him to show me how."
Dean's eyes widened and he bit his tongue to stop himself from scolding Sam for
not telling him first. "And?" He prompted in a tight voice.
"And he said no, and to find someone I wanted to kiss and kiss them, ask them
out, and then ask them to jerk me off." Sam stopped again, biting his lower
lip, "So today I met him in the bathroom and…and I kissed him."
Dean's eyes widened to the point of looking comical as his breath stopped. And
in that moment Dean would have been lying if he said that Sam's words didn't
make his heart skip a beat or two. "So he hit you?"
Sam shook his head, "No, he pushed me away and called me a disgusting fag…This
–" He gestured to his face, "- happened when his friends cornered me after
school."
Dean's jaw clenched and his teeth grit, "You that you're not, right?"
"A fag?" Sam scoffed, "Dean, I am to."
Dean rolled his eyes, leaning forwards to try and meet Sam's eyes, "I meant the
disgusting part," Dean informed him, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with
being attracted to the same gender."
Sam shook his head, unused to hearing Dean speak like he just had and therefore
not believing him, "Yes there is, he's completely right: I'm disgusting," He
whispered, finally looking up to meet his brother's eyes, "But thank you,
Dean."
"No Sammy, you're not," Dean insisted, "You're not disgusting and neither is
getting turned on by a dude!"
"Yes, Dean it is!" Sam yelled.
"No," Dean hissed back finally snapping and boiling over as he cupped Sam's
cheek to prevent him from looking away. "You want to hear something disgusting?
What's disgusting is someone wanting their own brother, who's not only the same
gender, but four years younger than you!" Dean bit his lip hard and let go of
Sam's face because, FUCK! He hadn't meant to say all of that. It had all just
kind of came out as word vomit as a side effect to his baby brother thinking
that he was the disgusting one.
Sam's eyes bulged out of his head for a second before he reached his hand out
towards Dean's shoulder, "Dean you…" His throat closed and his hand dropped as
Dean's words soaked fully in. There were a million things he wanted to say and
do like hug his brother and tell him that it was okay, that he would never
think of him a disgusting no matter what, but his mouth and body just wouldn't
move.
"Forget it, Sam," Dean grit, his voice becoming thick. "Let's just go to bed."
Sam nodded and the siblings got ready for bed, stripping down to their boxers
like normal and lying as far apart as the bed would allow, which completely
wasn't normal at all.
"Dean?" Sam spoke softly, pulling the bed's sheets up.
"Yeah?" Dean answered after a few moments of silence.
"Sorry for not telling you about the whole boner thing…I was…I guess I was just
scared that there was something wrong with me." He sighed. "If I'd just told
you – "
"Relax, Samantha," Dean chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Sam's hair, "Just
remember to tell me next time you have a problem with something."
"I will," Sam promised.
~o0o0o0o~
"Fuck, Sammy, so fucking good," Dean groaned, tugging lightly at Sam's hair.
Sam could only moan, taking more of Dean into his mouth, licking and sucking as
if his life depended on it as he ground his hips down against the bed, smearing
the sheets with pre-come as his cock pulsed with –
And that's when his eyes flew open. Sam relaxed back into his pillow, panting
quietly as he looked first to the clock and then to a still-sleeping Dean.
Fuck, it was just another dream!
…Alright so while telling Dean of his "problem" he'd sort of left out the
little detail that he had gotten his first boner as a result of hearing Dean
moan the name of the woman he had been screwing while Sam was in the shower.
The woman –whose name happened to be Samantha – 's name was soon shortened to
Sammie and pretty soon after straight up Sam as Dean's voice got lower and the
woman's got higher.
Sam shook his head, pushing those memories aside for the time being. After a
quick glance over to make sure Dean was still sleeping, Sam slowly ran a hand
down his abdomen to feel that his cock was still painfully hard from his
dream. Shit. He looked cautiously to Dean and bit his lip as he debated on
whether or not he should wake his brother.
Dean had told him to tell him if he had any more problems and
this definitely was a problem. And if Dean's words had in fact been implying
that he himself was disgusting, then Sam's feelings were almost positively
reciprocated…
Sam nodded and with those thoughts in his head he switched the dim bedside lamp
on and rolled closer to Dean. "Dean?" He whispered, gently shaking his
brother's shoulder.
"Mmm?" Dean mumbled softly in his sleep.
"Dean?" Sam asked somewhat louder.
"Sammy?" Dean groaned, forcing his eyes open. "What time is it? …What's wrong?"
"I…well you said to tell you when I have a problem and well…I do."
"Come here Sammy," Dean mumbled, pulling his brother into a warm embrace, "Tell
me what's –" And that's when he felt his brothers erection against his hip.
"Oh."
Sam held his breath, waiting for Dean to say more. When he didn't Sam began to
shift uncomfortably in his brothers arms, "Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean replied in a thick voice.
Sam bit his lip uncertain as to what he should say next. "Do…do you want me to
get up and, you know…'take care' of it?"
Dean's breath caught in his throat all over again as he thought over the
situation, "Yeah Sam, you –" He stopped speaking the moment he felt Sam pull
away, realizing that he instantly missed the warm pressure against his body.
"Sam…" Sam's wide eyes met Dean's in the dim light and Dean could only pull his
brother back into his body so that Sam could feel a hardness that matched his
own, within Dean's boxers. "Wait," Dean whispered nearly inaudibly.
"Yeah?" Sam asked looking up to Dean with full-on puppy-eyes.
"Stay," Dean breathed, bringing one of his hands up to cup Sam's cheek. "I said
to come to me so…I'll help you out." Dean winced, realizing that his words had
made it sound like he was only asking Sam to stay because he felt obligated to
help him. "No, I mean I want to, Sammy. I want to because I…I want you." And
great now he just sounded like a pervert and now Sam would be completely –then
Sam's lips were brushing lightly against his own in a timid kiss and all
negative thoughts and second-guessing's were wiped completely from Dean's mind.
"I want you too Dean," Sam whispered with a hint of desperation before pressing
his lips to Dean with slightly more force and groaning softly. "God, I want you
so much."
Dean groaned deep down in his throat and rolled them over so that Sam was on
top of him, straddling his waist.
Sam's gasp of surprise was cut off in an instant as Dean sealed their lips
together in a deeper lip lock, but still just lip and passion as their hands
slowly began to trace each other's bodies.
After a short while Dean's hands had made their way to the waist of Sam's
boxers and with one smooth motion he tugged Sam's and his boxers down and off,
leaving Sam naked on top of him underneath the thin motel sheet.
Sam broke the kiss with a gasp, his hands still caressing Dean's smooth, tones
shoulders. "Dean I…I don't know what to do," He panted lightly, still
breathless from their kissing. "Tell me what to do, Dean."
Dean managed a cocky, yet compassionate smile, "Sit back, relax, and just do
whatever feels natural." And with that Dean took Sam's length into his callused
hand and began slowly stroking it.
Sam let out a small mewling noise and leaned back into Dean, burying his face
in his brother's neck as his hips bucked gently into Dean's hand.
"Just like that, baby," Dean praised, shifting his hips uncomfortably in hopes
of gaining some friction for his own "problem".
The instant Dean shifted Sam felt his excitement against his ass and gasped,
his hips faltering for a moment. "Dean," He groaned, shifting his hips to grind
back against Dean.
"Fuck, Sammy," Dean moaned, his eyes squeezed shut. He wasn't usually such a
light weight, but the fact that it was Sam above him, moaning his name, had him
ready to come in his pants in an instant. Dean quickly rolled them over so that
he was on top, determined to get Sam off before himself. Once they were flipped
over Dean finally got rid of his own boxers and adjusted their hips until their
cocks were perfectly aligned. He braced his arms on either side of Sam, locked
their lips together and began to slowly thrust and grind down against his
brother.
"Dean!" Sam gasped into his brother's mouth at the new sensation, bringing his
arms up to wrap around Dean's shoulders. "Feels so good," Sam gasped, bucking
his hips up to meet Dean's in a clumsy, desperate rhythm as his cock began
leaking pre-come.
"Perfect," Dean agreed, quickening his thrusts as he neared his orgasm. "So
beautiful, Sammy," He breathed, taking in the blissed-out expression on Sam's
face before dipping his head down to capture his brother's lips in a passionate
kiss.
Sam could only to whimper and moan into Dean's mouth as he was brought closer
and closer to orgasm.
Dean instantly took advantage of Sam's open mouth, slipping his tongue into
Sam's mouth and sliding it against Sam's in a near-perfect parallel of the
slide of their pre-come and sweat slick cocks.
"Gonna come soon, Sammy," Dean gasped, breaking their kiss momentarily before
diving back in for more, grinding and humping his body against Sam's the entire
time.
"Oh God," Sam whimpered at Dean's words. And then he was seeing stars as his
cock pulsed, covering their cocks and abdomens in warm release.
Dean got his wish of making Sam come first, but the instant he felt the first
jet of Sam's come hit his member, he too was coming hard, his copious load
mixing with Sam's as he continued to hump and writhe against Sam's convulsing
form.
After what seemed like hours to Dean's orgasm-hazed mind, his cock gave its
last ooze of come and the older hunter rolled off of his brother. He laid still
for a moment to catch his breath before turning to address Sam's state. "You
okay, Sammy?" He asked, slightly concerned by the way Sam's chest was
fluttering and how tightly his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Mm," Sam hummed, forcing his eyes open. "That was…" He moaned, his eyes
slipping closed again as a final aftershock of his orgasm hit, making his cock
twitch.
"So it was okay then?" Dean asked just to be sure. "Not taking things too far?
Crossing any lines?"
"No. And it was more than okay," Sam confirmed, rolling over to face Dean.
"And…" He trailed off, blushing self-consciously.
"And what, Sammy?" Dean asked gently, pulling his brother into his arms.
"And maybe…maybe we could do it again something and maybe even take things
further."
A protest was on the tip of Dean's tongue, but he quickly bit it off because as
wrong as the entire situation should have felt it didn't feel wrong at all. In
fact it felt like the most right thing that Dean had ever felt.
Sam sensed Dean's inner conflict and nodded slowly, "I know it's all wrong, but
it's all right. Y-you can feel that right, Dean? It's not just me, is it?"
Dean nodded, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, "Yeah. Yeah, I
can feel it and…I know I'm going to want to feel it again and again too
so…let's just agree to say fuck what we should feel and embrace what wedo feel.
As long as this thing feels right…who can say that it's not?"
Sam grinned, kissing Dean hard on the lips and snuggled into his brother's
side, not even caring about the mess that was still covering their bodies. "I
love you, Dean," Sam breathed, falling asleep in his brother's arms.
"Love you too," Dean whispered, carding his fingers through Sam's hair as he
too succumbed to sleep.
The End!
Chapter End Notes
     Please, please leave me some feedback, it helps more that you could
     ever imagine, even the one word reviews! Now your choices for next
     time are: Some sub!Dean with Dean coming in his pants and Cass
     letting him know it's okay; Some Destiel rolelay/crossdressing; or
     Destiel watersports. As always feel free to leave suggestions if none
     of these are your thing, but if they are, vote for which you want
     next!
     P.S. Title comes from a Dolly Parton song, I don't think that this
     was what the song was about exactly, but I couldn't get it out of my
     head while writing so yeah :D
***** This Was Never The Way I Planned (Not My Intention) *****
Chapter Notes
     So it's been a while, sorry about that but half the time was me being
     busy and the other half was a non-cooperative smut-muse. Thanks go
     out everyone who's been reading and a special thanks to the following
     lovelies for commenting: KTT2123, castiel-shieldofgod,
     Michelle_Evans, JiniZ, Rebbecca, twiinii_tragedy, Destiel WinNovak,
     LeoArcana , Sam, EthneDragon, Jane, and Jimble.
     Also: Voting time (since not everyone reads past the kink
     description)! Alright so your choices this time are 1) Wincestiel
     with pie!kink (that should be interesting) 2) Destiel or Wincest
     prostate milking(let me know which pairing you'd prefer), and 3) Some
     dom!Cass with a little cross dressing/roleplay and a side of toys.
     Let me know!
     Pairing: Destiel
     Kink: I know that is not everyone's thing, so I apologize and feel
     free to skip over this and leave me a comment describing/requesting
     something you are into! Well in the beginning it looked like Sub!Dean
     was going to win by a landslide, but do to all the lovelies over on
     AO3 the winner is Destiel Watersports! Thanks for the suggestion go
     out to Luna over on AO3!
     Summary: A case of misunderstood urgency, or in which Dean mistakes
     Castiel's need to pee as an impending orgasm. Turns out neither of
     them really mind all that much.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
This Was Never The Way I Planned (Not My Intention)
This was never the way Dean planned their first time to go. It was definitely
not Dean's intention to make Castiel's body react the way it had. But really
what ever turned out according to plan when it came to the sexual explorations
of a newly human angel?
~o0o0o0o~
It was early afternoon in mid spring, Sam was out for a jog in the beautiful
weather and Dean and Castiel were…well they were doing what Dean and Castiel
had been doing whenever Sam was out since their relationship began some three
months ago: making out on Dean's bed like a couple of horny teenagers – which
Castiel kind of was in a sense.
And despite what Sam may think, that was all they ever did. No blow jobs in the
Impala, no steamy shower grinding, and kinky bondage status shit on Sam's bed.
Just simple making out, always on Dean's bed, with a minimum of 50% of their
clothing still firmly in place.
No duh this would surprise Sam, Hell it surprised Dean himself, because despite
him being a lot of things "one to take it slow" was not on the list. He simply
had his reasons…Just one reason in fact and that fact was that Castiel was
special to him and he didn't want to rush the guy and consequently fuck
everything up like he had the tendency to do in every life situation.
Therefor the day the unplanned happened Dean hadn't planned to go any further
than normal, simply wait till after Castiel was asleep and jerk off in the
shower like the horny teenager Castiel had reduced him to.
That was the plan, all until Castiel pulled away to speak his name softly.
"Yeah, Cass?" Dean asked, worried that the previous grinding of his hips
against Castiel's clothed crotch had crossed a line.
"I…" Castiel trailed off blushing. "I hate to interrupt, but I fear that my
morning coffee is preparing to make a return."
Dean's brow scrunched for a moment before his brain clicked, "You feel like you
have to use the bathroom?"
"Yes," Castiel confirmed, biting his lip.
"Didn't you just go a few minutes before we started?" Dean asked in concern.
"Yes," Castiel half-sighed, half-groaned.
Then it dawned on Dean what else could be causing Castiel to feel ready to
burst. "Cass?" He asked, willing his voice not shake.
"What?" Castiel breathed, squirming slightly beneath Dean.
"I…I don't think that you need to use the bathroom."
"What? But Dean, the acute pressure in my pelvic region is a clear indication
that –"
"But," Dean began, cutting off what was sure to become a medical term laden
ramble, "It can also indicate other needs…One other need in particular."
"What need," Castiel asked perplexed.
"I…look stop me if I'm crossing a line here, but I think that you need to
come."
Castiel tilted his head against his pillow, "Come where?"
"No, Cass not come," Dean swallowed, his face actually blushing. "Come… As
in…orgasm?"
"Oh," Castiel mumbled, a blush appearing on his own face and traveling down his
neck. "I've never experienced one before so I suppose that it could be that."
They remained awkwardly still and silent for an entire minute, when finally
Dean had to break it, "So, uh, do you, you know, want to have it?"
"Is – are they truly as pleasurable as the films depict them to be?"
"You have no idea," Dean grinned happily.
"Then yes…But I may need your assistance."
Dean nodded shakily, his mouth going dry in anticipation, "Of course just…let
me know if I cross any lines, okay?"
"Okay," Castiel agreed, sounding just as nervous as Dean felt.
Dean exhaled slowly, reigning in his nerves, "Alright, first thing's first: No
clothes for you." Castiel remained silent and Dean went to work pulling off
Castiel's already unbuttoned shirt before moving down to his jeans, peppering
his smooth skin with quick open-mouthed kisses the entire time.
Once everything but his boxer briefs were gone Dean moved back up his body to
continue their make out session, gently sucking and nibbling at Castiel's lips
while he allowed his hands to explore the smooth planes of the ex-angel's skin.
Castiel mewled into Dean's mouth as he squirmed beneath him, desperately
clinging to his hunter as the pressure in his pelvis continued to build. "Off,"
he whispered, slipping his fingers under the hem of Dean's T-shirt.
Dean reluctantly removed his lips from Castiel's long enough to sit up and peel
his shirt off, pausing once he had tossed the article of clothing over his
shoulder to admire Castiel's nearly naked form, from his flushed cheeks to the
increasingly noticeable bulge in the form of his underwear. "Damn," Dean
whispered, trailing a hand down Castiel's body, gliding it down his side, over
his hip, and coming to a stop when it rested over the ex-angel's erection. Dean
swallowed thickly and pressed down experimentally.
"Ah!" Castiel nearly sobbed, arching up into Dean's touch. "Mmph," He gasped
and moved both of his hands down to Dean's wrist, pressing it down hard as he
humped up against it, mewling at the fireworks the sensation set off.
And after that reaction to simple pressure, who was Dean to blame himself for
what he did next?
Without thinking about it, the hunter threw off Castiel's hands and yanked his
boxer briefs down and off, moaning at the sight of Castiel's flushed, pulsing
cock. "Fuck baby," Was all he said before leaning down and engulfing Castiel's
leaking member, taking it in as deeply as he could, licking and sucking like
his life depended on it.
"Hnnng!" Castiel groaned, his hips bucking up on their own accord.
Dean smiled internally at Castiel's reaction, but moved his hands to press
Castiel back down to the bed. Dean released Castiel with a small pop to lick
his way down his lovers shaft and mouth at his sack, pumping Castiel's cock
with one hand while the other remained pressed against his pelvis.
"Dean," Castiel gasped, his fingers tangling in Dean's hair as the green-eyed
man took one of his balls into his mouth and sucked. "Dean I…it's getting
worse!"
Dean hummed, sending vibrations through Castiel's entire body, causing the ex-
angel to tense up all over. Pleased with his work Dean released Castiel and
moved on to sucking the lightly haired area surrounding the base of Castiel's
cock, paying special attention to an area any time his lover squirmed. "You
close, baby?" He husked, framing Castiel's package with his hands and pushing
down gently as they rubbed the area.
"Close?" Castiel squeaked out, his eyes squeezed closed as sweat beaded on his
brow.
"To your orgasm," Dean prompted, leaning down to suck aggressively at Castiel's
head while probing his slit with his tongue before sitting back up to hear
Castiel's answer.
"I…" Castiel shuddered, his body going rigid again, "I feel like I'm going to
explode at any given second, but, mmm, it feels so fucking good."
Dean's own cock throbbed at that, because fuck all if Castiel cursing wasn't
one of the hottest things on the fucking planet. "You ready for more?"
Castiel gave a weak nod, "Please."
With a smirk Dean was back down on Castiel, taking him in impossibly far with
one hand still dressing down right above his mouth to keep Castiel's hips down.
Dean bobbed his head faster and faster, driven on by the whimpers and moans
Castiel was emitting.
"Dean, I think I'm oh…God…Dean!" Castiel body stiffened and arced up off the
bed with a cry as his cock exploded his release.
Dean squeezed his eyes closed as the back of his throat was hit with rope after
rope, spurt after burning hot spurt of Castiel's come. Dean moaned around his
mouthful, swallowing and swallowing as fast as he could, thrusting his still
clothed member down against the mattress for what little friction it offered.
Castiel whimpered as his cock continued to release and it wasn't until he
realized that his member had begun to soften that he realized what his penis
was emitting was no longer semen. "Oh my god, Dean!" He gasped in an
embarrassed panic.
Dean hummed and as he did so came to the same realization that Castiel had:
Castiel was no longer coming, he was pissing. And that was it for Dean, with a
strangled chocking sound around his mouthful he came in his pants, hard,
soaking his boxers all the way through as he continued to weakly thrust against
the bed.
"Dean!" Castiel whimpered, managing to clamp his bladder muscles down enough to
stop the stream of urine before shoving Dean's mouth off.
"Hmm?" Dean hummed looking up at Castiel to see his lover's eyes wide and
panicked.
"Dean…I just…I just urinated…I just - !" He let out a sound that vaguely
resembled a sob mixed with a curse word, and rolled over onto his stomach,
burying his face in the pillows.
Dean's eyes widened too, finally realizing what had just happened to them:
Castiel had just pissed in his mouth and he had friggin loved it, loved it so
much that he had came in his pants like he hadn't done since he was fifteen.
"Cass?" Dean asked, hesitantly placing a hand on the small of Castiel's back.
Castiel flinched violently and to his horror realized that his bladder was
still nearly full. "Dean I –"
"You accidentally pissed in my mouth," Dean spoke slowly, his tone
undecipherable even to himself.
"I –" Castiel made the same half-sobbing, half-cursing sound and was launching
himself up from the bed and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door
behind himself.
"Cass?" Dean called after him, standing and grimacing at the stickiness in his
pants. "Son of a bitch," He mumbled, pausing to slip his bottoms down and off
before continuing to the bathroom door. "Cass?"
"Go away," Came a small reply.
"Cass," Dean sighed, leaning against the door, "Come on buddy: talk to me
here."
He heard the small thump of Castiel leaning against the other side of the door.
"I…I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to, I honestly didn't."
"Don't be sorry man, it's fine."
"No it's not fine, Dean!" Came Castiel's voice shriller and an octave higher
than Dean had ever heard it. "My first orgasm was concluded with me pissing
into my mate's mouth and…" His voice caught in his throat as he struggled with
whether or not he should continue. "And I'm…I'm standing in here now, my
bladder still full, thinking about what I did, and I should feel horrible and
disgusting, just like what I just did, but…"
"But?" Dean asked gently after Castiel was silent.
"But instead I'm…I'm aroused by the pressure and…and the memory of what it felt
like to have some of the pressure released with in you."
"Cass, it's fine," Dean assured, itching to have Castiel in his arms so that he
could show him just how fine he was with it.
"No it's not fine! It's revolting!" He whimpered. "I'm revolting!"
"Then so am I." Dean held his breath as he waited and was met with silence. He
was preparing to repeat himself when Castiel finally spoke.
"What?"
"I said that if what you just said makes you revolting or a freak or whatever
the fuck else you were thinking: then I'm every single one of those things
too."
"What would make you think something like that, Dean?" Castiel asked, his voice
sounding small and strained.
Dean rolled his eyes, contemplating the idea of simply kicking the door down.
"Oh I don't know, Cass, maybe the fact that the second I realized that it was
your piss that I was swallowing down with your come, I came."
"You…"
"Came," Dean repeated desperate for Castiel to come out of the bathroom and
stop sounding so small and helpless. "I came in my pants like a friggin teenage
virgin. So fucking hard, baby, you have no idea." Dean groaned at the thought,
his cock twitching back into life as the thought about it. Castiel remained
silent and Dean continued, "This isn't something that I've always been into,
but the second I found my firsts watersports video online…God, I knew there was
no going back, because I knew that I had never shot so much over one video. And
I thought that it was fucked up at first – so fucked up, because seriously,
imagining pissing on yourself? On someone else? Having them piss on you and
drinking it down like your life depends on it? But you know what's really
fucked up baby? The world. So if we can find joy and pleasure in something,
then who's to say it's wrong?" Dean shook his head at the memories of every
past lover looking at him like he was freak every time he so much as mentioned
piss play. "Okay, so a lot of people, but if there are two people in one
relationship, who love each other, and are into it, why can't we just let
ourselves be into it?"
"I love you too, Dean," Was Castiel's soft reply. "And I want to enjoy it I…I
want all those things you spoke of imaging and more. I…hnng! Mmm…"
Dean's breath caught in his throat, "Cass are you – are you jerking off right
now?"
"Y-yes," Castiel sighed in bliss.
Dean's cock hardened fully and he moaned low in his throat, "Cass: let me
in…now."
There was a small rattle and the door swung open, revealing Castiel,, standing
in the middle of the small room, cheeks flushed red from both embarrassment and
arousal, his erect cock resting heavily between his legs. "Dean," Was all he
had the chance to breathe before the hunter was on him, shoving him back until
they were both stumbling into the shower cubical and Dean had Castiel pressed
against the wall, pressing their erections together. "Oh," Castiel whimpered at
the pressure in his still nearly full bladder.
"Hmm," Dean hummed back, pressing harder as he locked their lips together. "You
said you still had to go?" He husked into the ex-angel's mouth.
"Yes," Castiel gasped, his head rocking back against the tile wall.
"Then go," Dean instructed, trailing a hand down Castiel's thigh, hooking it at
the knee and pulling it up to wrap around his waist. "Just let it go, baby," He
whispered, sucking a mark into Castiel's neck as his free hand reached down to
take both of their cocks into his hand, beginning to stroke them together.
"I can't while you're doing that," Castiel gasped, trying to relax enough to
release his bladder.
"Sure you can," Dean assured him with a smirk. "You just need a little help.
Here wrap both legs around me and put your arms around my neck."
"I'll fall," Castiel deadpanned.
"I've got you!"
Castiel gave his lover a skeptical look, "As in you've done this before?"
"Well not exactly no," Dean admitted, "But I've seen it done in a video and no
one was dropped."
Castiel gave Dean another hesitant look before a throb from his bladder made up
his mind and he locked his legs around Dean, leaning his back against the wall,
with one arm around Dean's neck, and the other pressed against the wall for
support.
Dean grinned, placing one of his own hands against the wall as he dipped his
head to bring their lips together once more. "Let go, baby, just relax," Dean
whispered, nipping his way from Castiel's lips down his neck while he brought
his free hand to Castiel's abdomen.
"Mm, Dean," Castiel moaned, bucking his hips forward in search of friction for
both his cock and bladder.
"I got you, baby," He purred, sucking a mark into Castiel's neck and pressing
firmly into his bladder. "I've got, you – I –" His words were cut off by a moan
the instant he felt the first burst of warmth against his skin. "Fuck, baby."
Castiel made a choked noise in the back of his throat as relief from his
bladder and pleasure from the feeling of warmth flowing through his cock made
him tremble.
"That's it, Cass, just let it go, keep pushing," Dean panted, moving his hand
from where it was pressing Castiel's bladder to begin stroking their cocks
again.
"Dean?" Castiel whispered, bucking his hips forward into Dean's hand and
moaning at the feeling of piss cascading down their bodies to pool around their
feet.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have to go?" He asked, his voice strained.
Dean nodded in response, stroking them faster and faster as his orgasm built.
"Go," Castiel pleaded, his nails cutting into Dean's shoulder as he ground his
hips forward. "Please, piss on my Dean, please, I want to feel it."
Dean bit his lip, shaking as he tried to will his bladder to release through
his painfully hard cock. "Can't," He panted, "I'm too hard: I need to come
first." He moved back up to kissing Castiel's lips, thumbing the ex-angel's
slit as his cock squirted out a few last burst of piss.
"Then come," Castiel gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as Dean's hand
began working them faster, using the last few burst of Castiel's piss as
lubricant. "Please, Dean, I want to feel you, all of you."
Dean nodded, thrusting forward into his hand in time with Castiel, whose hips
were bucking furiously up from the wall where they had been resting. His legs
began to shake from all the sensations running through him, from his
approaching orgasm and growing need to pee to the feeling of Castiel's piss
starting to dry on his skin. "I'm there baby," He moaned, dropping his head to
kiss and suck his lover's neck. "Oh, God, Cass, I'm coming!" The hunter's body
went rigid and with one last thrust/stroke combo was spilling his second load
of the evening all over their shafts where it mixed with Castiel's urine.
The first splash of Dean's come was all it took for Castiel to be thrown into
his own orgasm, his hips pulsing uncontrollably as his cock spurted out his
release to mix with Dean's. Castiel continued to hold on tightly to Dean, still
grinding forward against him, even when the hunter's hand was gone to brace the
wall so that they wouldn't fall down.
Dean panted into Castiel's skin, his legs threatening to give out at any
moment. "Shit," He mumbled, slowly allowing his legs to give out as he lowered
them to the shower floor, shifting lay on his back with Castiel above him.
Castiel continued to whimper as he switched to straddling the hunter, grinding
his still hard cock down against Dean's softening one. "Now?" He asked, placing
a firm kiss to his lover's mouth before sitting up to fully take in his
completely naked form for the first time.
Dean cracked his eyes open to look up at Castiel, straddling him and slowly
rubbing his still-hard cock down against Dean. Dean looked closer to see a
small bit of come still oozing from Castiel's tip before looking back up at the
ex-angel's face and wondering just when in the fuck Castiel had become
so…this. Not just comfortable with sex, but now needy and borderline commanding
about it. Dean had a split second to think "I've created a friggin
monster" before his bladder throbbed, reminding him of what Castiel was talking
about. He gave a small nod and let go, a strong light yellow stream pushing his
spend cock up from where it had been resting against his abdomen and arcing up
across his chest.
Castiel whimpered, his pupils dilating at the sight before him. The ex-angel
had a split second to contemplate what had come over him and question when he
had become so hungry for Dean physically, before said hunger took over and he
was leaning down to devour his mouth as he began grinding his hips down in
earnest.
"Jesus Cass," Dean gasped, gripping Castiel's hips as he continued to piss,
affectively soaking them both in his golden release.
Castiel ignored Dean's words, cutting any further ones off with his lips as a
now familiar pressure build in his abdomen. It only took a handful more thrusts
and Castiel's was cock was erupting for a third time, twitching weakly as it
oozed come out into a warm pool on Dean's stomach where it mixed with the last
weak trickles of Dean's piss.
"Fuck!" Dean choked, his own cock pulsing weakly. And just like that, the
second the last drop of urine left his slit, the hunter came soft, his member
weakly spurting out a few drops of come as Dean writhed in a puddle of his and
Castiel's piss and come.
They laid together for what felt like eternity soaking each other in as they
whimpered through their final orgasms, moving around until their over-
stimulated cocks were no longer touching anything.
"Shit," Dean shuddered, his back arching up from the shower floor.
"Hmm," Castiel hummed, rolling over to kiss Dean's neck.
"Cass?" Dean croaked.
"Yes?"
"You realize that I'm too old to be coming three times in one go right?"
Castiel looked over at his lover, noticing the look of utter exhaustion on his
face and the way his entire body was shaking. "I…didn't mean to, it just…never
have I in my many years craved and experienced something so intense as what we
just did."
"Yeah, I figured," Dean chuckled weakly as he sat up enough to turn the shower
on above them. "That was pretty fucking amazing."
Castiel nodded his agreement, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Dean's
waist while his head came to rest on his shoulder. "I know that this was never
the way you or myself planned our first time to go, but…I'm glad that things
did happen this way for me…and that it was all with you."
"Don't get to sappy on me now," Dean warned, pressing a kiss to Castiel's
forehead.
"I apologize, my love. Would you prefer to hear about what I would like us to
do next time Sam is out?"
Dean grinned at that, "Lay it on me."
Castiel shifted so that his lips brushed Dean's ear as he spoke, "Next time Sam
is out, I would like for us to drink as much liquid as humanly possible. I
would also like to engage in penetrative sex next time."
Dean gave his lover a puzzled look, "I'm not following, Cass."
Castiel shifted again so that he could look into Dean's eyes, "Dean, I want to
have intercourse with you, and whilst we are connected and I've nearly reached
orgasm, I want you to urinate." He paused, swinging a leg over so that he was
straddling Dean once more. "I want you to piss inside of me and not stop until
I'm so full that my own bladder gives out."
Dean moaned, and knew in that moment that if he hadn't just came his brains out
three times over, that he would have came from Castiel's words alone.
THE END!
Chapter End Notes
     Well that turned out different than I planned (especially that mid
     smut angst), but okay I think, but IDK, this is only my second time
     writing watersports so I'm still kind of uncertain, please let me
     know what you think!
     P.S. You like that little bonus of Dean coming in his pants to hold
     you over til I actually get around to writing that one? I hope so ;)
     P.S.S. Title comes from the Katy Perry song I Kissed A Girl
End Notes
     So that’s the end of my first ever wing!kink. You like? Let me know
     in the reviews and you shall receive the next tale of kink ;)
     Review=next part. No review=the death of my muse. Now is that
     something you want on your conscience?
     P.S. I already have a list of kinks, but there's always room for more
     so if you have any suggestions, feel free to suggest!
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