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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Incest, Dean_Winchester_-_Freeform, Sam_Winchester_-
      Freeform, Sam_is_15, Dean_is_19, Begging, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-01 Words: 1817
****** Daddy, Please ******
by RandomRyu
Summary
     Sam has a Daddy kink, and Dean is totally alright with it.
     Teencest. Sam is 15, Dean is 19.
John is out on a hunt in the middle of the day, and it’s clear that he’s not
going to be back for a good while; leaving Sam and Dean alone in the motel. He
told Dean to take care of Sam, make sure they eat lunch and don’t get into
trouble; the usual rules. It starts off as a normal day, Dean and Sam mostly
being outside or in the hotel room, Dean and Sam taking a walk through the
mellow countryside. It’s peaceful, almost, as they pace the countryside.
Though, Dean keeps catching Sam’s eye. Dean’s smoking, taking a drag of a
cigarette before allowing the smoke to drift past his lips and dissipate in the
air, and Sam can’t help the shiver that travels up his spine. Dean raises an
eyebrow and glances over at Sam, feelings his gaze on him; a little, smug smirk
coming to his features before he takes another drag and lets it go.
When they got back to the motel, Sam didn’t know how it happened but he doesn’t
care, but he’s shoved up against the wall and before he knows it Dean’s lips
are on his; a rough, deep kiss that makes Sam shudder and grab at Dean’s coat.
Even though Dean is older, Sam is still a few inches taller than him. But that
doesn’t stop the younger from crumpling under his brother’s touch, leaning into
the kiss and when they part he whimpers something that makes Dean’s breath
hitch.
“Daddy.”
Sam looks so shy, smaller, even, despite the height difference. He looks
submissive, slumped against the wall with Dean’s hands framing his face and his
bangs falling into his eyes. His lips parted with ragged breaths escaping them,
his chest rising and falling with them. That smug, all knowing smile creeps
back onto Dean’s features and he chuckles slightly.
“What was that, baby boy? You need to speak up,” Dean teases, leaning down to
kiss where Sam’s neck meets his shoulder; trailing kisses over the skin and
sucking at it.
“D-Daddy-“ Sam chokes out, his hands fisting the cloth of Dean’s shirt and
jacket; his head tipping to the side so the older male can have access to his
neck. “Please-“
Dean knew he shouldn’t be all hot and bothered about this odd kink, but god,
was it sexy for Sam to be pleading him like this. So he went along with it.
“Please what, baby?” He coos, licking a broad stripe up Sam’s neck, making the
male squirm and let out a shuddering gasp.
“Please, need you to fuck me, Daddy,” He whispers, pleads in Dean’s ear,
rolling his hips when he feels Dean’s hand go down to start rubbing him through
his jeans with his palm. He can see Dean’s arousal clearly through his jeans,
straining against the fabric, and he knows that his brother is enjoying this
just as much as he is. He’s so relieved that he doesn’t find it odd, or hasn’t
stopped him yet. “Please-“
God, Dean couldn’t resist that. He grabs Sam by the collar of his shirt,
pushing him down on the creaky motel bed and doesn’t waste time leaning down to
connect their lips in a bruising kiss; feeling Sam grab at his jackets once
more, pulling him close and grinding his clothed erection against Dean’s,
making the older male groan at how desperate the younger was.
“God, Sam,” He breathes, pulling out of the kiss to observe Sam’s features, his
reaction. He has a wanton expression, looking so fucking desperate and needy.
“Such a good boy, baby.” He whispers in Sam’s ear as he starts stripping the
boy of his clothes, earning little whimpers and quiet pleads from his baby
brother; leaning down to kiss and nip and caress every inch of skin that’s
exposed. He kisses up Sam’s neck as he opens the button of his jeans and pulls
down the zipper oh so slowly. He eases the denim and boxers down his slender
hips, placing feather light kisses over Sam’s cock that strains against his
belly, pre-come already beading at the tip. This has to be the hardest Sam ever
was, because god, the hungry, lust-filled gaze Dean was giving him and the
soft, barely there touches were driving him fucking insane.
Sam had a hard time forming words while Dean spread his legs and kissed his
inner thigh, his back arching as he gripped the thin sheets beneath him.
“Daddy, Daddy-“ He breathes,” Want you to take off your clothes, please. Want
to touch you.” He pleads, pawing at the bottom of Dean’s shirt, trying to pull
it up to expose Dean’s toned stomach.
“Shhh, I got it, baby,” He allows Sam to caress his skin as it’s exposes more
and more, pulling off his jackets and shirt only to throw them off to the side
to deal with at a later time. His hands are a bit shaky from excitement as he
pulls of his belt and jeans; easing them down his hips in a way that made Sam
nearly drool.
When he’s as bare as Sam is, he leans down to trail kisses up Sam’s stomach,
stopping at his neck and sucking hard on the skin to raise a bruise there,
wanting to mark Sam as his and only his. A loud, shaky moan slipped from the
younger’s lips when he felt Dean marking his neck; bucking his hips and wanting
friction, anything.
Sam claws at Dean’s back, whispers of “Please” and “Daddy” leaving his lips;
lust and want addling both of their minds. Dean just wants to make Sam squirm
and beg and plead to be fucked, wants to tell him what a good boy he is as he
pulls his hair and holds his hips tight.
“Such a good boy, Sam. Tell Daddy what you want, baby, come on,” He coos into
Sam’s ear, making Sam gasp and squirm beneath him, arching his back. His longer
brunette hair spills over the off-white pillow, framing his face and lust
filled equally brown eyes.
“Please, Daddy, want you to fuck me,” Sam pleads through broken moans and
gasps,” Need you, need your cock, need your hands, oh god, please, just fuck
me, I can’t take it-“ He’s nearly screaming, his skin flushed pink and his eyes
lidded; lips red and slightly swollen from kissing and setting hickeys on his
shoulders. He already looks so debauched and used and Dean hadn’t even fucked
him yet.
Dean mutters a “one second, baby,” before he goes over to his back and rummages
through it for a moment before finding a small bottle of lube for just in case
something like this happened. He’s back on top of Sam in no time, flicking the
cap open with his thumb and pouring a good amount of the lubricant on two of
his fingers.
“Spread your legs, baby. Wider. Yeah, just like that, good boy. Such a good boy
for me,” He groans, closing the bottle cap and flinging it aside as he brings
his fingers down to Sam’s entrance, pushing in one finger slowly. Sam grips the
sheets and winces, a quick intake of breath sounding from him. “Shh, it’s okay,
you’re doing perfect, baby boy, perfect.” He praises Sam, his other hand
stroking along the skin of Sam’s hip and trying to distract him from the pain.
It’s another moment before Dean adds a second finger, pulling them apart as he
fingers Sam, wanting to get him all loose and ready to take his cock. Sam
whimpers and gasps beneath him, and when Dean crooks his fingers a certain way,
Sam nearly screams and forms an incoherent plead for more. Dean gets this and
continues to curve his fingers and fuck Sam with his fingers.
“Daddy, Daddy-“ He mewls, and Dean smirks as he pulls his fingers out of Sam
with a lewd pop.
“You’re not allowed to come, not yet, baby,” He kisses Sam’s cheek as he grabs
the bottle of lube once more from the floor to slick himself up, not wanting to
hurt the younger male. Pushing in slowly, he whispers quiet praises to Sam,
telling him what a good boy he is and how perfect he is, how great he’s doing
for his Daddy and making him feel good.
Dean grips Sam’s hips, pushing in slowly until he’s fully inside of his
brother; watching Sam shiver and whimper and clutch the sheets. It’s not long
until he’s bucking his hips and begging once more.
“Move, move, please, D-Daddy, fuck me!” He whines, and Dean deny that plead
with the look on Sam’s face; lost in the throes of pleasure and biting his lip,
hair mussed up and sticking out here and there. It was a beautiful and fucking
erotic sight.
Dean pulls all the way out of his younger brother before bucking his hips
sharply and going deep, making Sam wrap his legs around his waist and throw his
head back; his mouth open in a drawn out porn star moan. His Adam’s apple bobs
with the noises slipping from his lips, bucking his hips back while Dean uses
him thoroughly, leaning down to nip and lick at Sam’s neck and shoulders,
marking him even further and muttering in his ear.
“Good boy- fuck – such a good boy, baby. You love this, don’t you? Being fucked
into the mattress. I bet you’re going to come without me even touching you,”
Dean hissed into Sam’s ear, earning an “Oh god, Daddy, please-“ from the
submissive male, along with his head being thrown to the side and the sheets
being pulled into Sam’s fists. Dean could feel the heat coiling in his stomach,
threatening to break. Sam was just on edge, feeling like he was going to come
all over his belly and Dean at any second now.
“Please, Daddy, wanna come, please let me come, please!” Sam screamed, bucking
his hips for all he was worth. “Want Daddy to come all over me, make me dirty.”
That’s what pushed Dean over the edge, pulling out of Sam just in time to come
on the other’s member and stomach; Sam coming untouched a moment later, the cry
of “Daddy” on his lips as he arched his back and let out a loud, shuddering
moan that Dean was sure that the neighbors could hear them clearly(not like
they couldn’t hear them before).
It took them a while to come down from their orgasmic high, Dean having lay
down next to Sam. He got a good look at Sam. He was covered in come and his
mouth slack with little aftershocks of pleasure, his brown hair messy and
strewn about over the pillow and his forehead; his lips slightly swollen and
red from kissing and biting his lip and his cheeks still burning a bright pink.
Dean was definitely up to doing this again.
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