come lay bones on the alabaster stones
Title: be my everlovin baby
Author: joans23
Pairing: John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 700
Summary and WARNING: Underage non-con daddycest mpreg
Notes: Written for blindfold_spn to prove that yes, I would try to write anything at least once. Someone called it hot, but creepy, so I count it as a win. ;)
He's thirteen years old.
Thirteen and coming with his father's cock in his ass.
John holds him afterwards, thick cock softening but still buried deep inside of him. He's murmuring daddy's good boy to him, over and over, as he strokes a big callused hand over Dean's sweat dampened hair. The sun dips down a little further and shines in through the window, momentarily blinding Dean. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the last of his tears down his cheeks.
John dries them with the towel he gets from the bathroom a little later, then cleans the thin traces of Dean's come splattered over his stomach and tenderly wipes up his own thicker white come weeping from Dean's swollen hole.
It happens fairly regularly after that. John taking his hand and pulling him into the bedroom when Sammy stays after school for soccer practice or goes to library to do his homework. Dean lets his father push him down onto his back, spreads his legs at John's silent command after he's taken his time undressing Dean, kissing and licking at every inch of his skin as it gets revealed.
John's tongue is made of fire as it traces round the rim of his asshole and Dean can't help the whimper that escapes his lips when it pushes inside. John looks up at the muffled noise and Dean tries to cover it with a smile. His father smiles back, lips parting to reveal a flash of teeth and leans up to kiss him. John pushes his tongue into Dean's mouth, feeding him his own dirty taste as he wraps a hand round Dean's cock, coaxing it to hardness.
John releases his mouth and sweeps his lips down Dean's neck, over his chest until they latch onto one of Dean's nipples, sucking gently. Dean does cry out this time, bucking up against his father's heavy weight as he tortures the tender flesh. John pulls back a little, stares down at his son with a frown between his brows and Dean whispers sorry daddy, reaches up to touch his father's cheek with a hand that's only trembling slightly.
The frown dissolves into another predatory smile before he ducks his head to continue his path down Dean's body until he reaches Dean's cock, hungrily sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth.
His father's stubble scratches against the insides of his thighs and Dean spreads his legs more to avoid the burn. Then he's assaulted by a different kind of burn when John pushes a spit slicked finger into his exposed hole and Dean can suddenly feel nausea rising fast and sickening in his throat. He roughly pushes his father off and bolts for the bathroom, just flipping the lid up in time before his stomach heaves and empties itself into the porcelain bowl.
John is behind him a heartbeat later, one hand pressed against his clammy forehead, the other resting heavily on the small of his back. Dean sits back on his haunches as John fills a glass with cool water from the tap. He watches Dean intently as Dean first rinses his mouth and then takes a few small sips. The ominous frown is back and Dean nervously bites at his bottom lip, drawing blood. Slowly John's face relaxes as he figures it out, his eyes gleaming as his expression changes into one of first wonder and then rapture.
Dean scrambles back awkwardly as John launched himself at Dean, wrapping him up tightly in his arms and clutching Dean to his chest. Dean can't make out what his father's saying, drowns out the sea of nonsense being cooed in his ear as he fights off a fresh wave of nausea.
He vomits again and John lets him put his clothes back on after he's cleaned him up. Dean yawns, so tired all of a sudden and John carefully leads him back to the bed even though he really should start making some dinner for when Sammy gets back. John climbs onto the bed with him, spooning in behind him and he can feel his father's splayed fingers spanning the width of his belly as he drifts off to sleep.
Author: joans23
Pairing: John/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: 700
Summary and WARNING: Underage non-con daddycest mpreg
Notes: Written for blindfold_spn to prove that yes, I would try to write anything at least once. Someone called it hot, but creepy, so I count it as a win. ;)
He's thirteen years old.
Thirteen and coming with his father's cock in his ass.
John holds him afterwards, thick cock softening but still buried deep inside of him. He's murmuring daddy's good boy to him, over and over, as he strokes a big callused hand over Dean's sweat dampened hair. The sun dips down a little further and shines in through the window, momentarily blinding Dean. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the last of his tears down his cheeks.
John dries them with the towel he gets from the bathroom a little later, then cleans the thin traces of Dean's come splattered over his stomach and tenderly wipes up his own thicker white come weeping from Dean's swollen hole.
It happens fairly regularly after that. John taking his hand and pulling him into the bedroom when Sammy stays after school for soccer practice or goes to library to do his homework. Dean lets his father push him down onto his back, spreads his legs at John's silent command after he's taken his time undressing Dean, kissing and licking at every inch of his skin as it gets revealed.
John's tongue is made of fire as it traces round the rim of his asshole and Dean can't help the whimper that escapes his lips when it pushes inside. John looks up at the muffled noise and Dean tries to cover it with a smile. His father smiles back, lips parting to reveal a flash of teeth and leans up to kiss him. John pushes his tongue into Dean's mouth, feeding him his own dirty taste as he wraps a hand round Dean's cock, coaxing it to hardness.
John releases his mouth and sweeps his lips down Dean's neck, over his chest until they latch onto one of Dean's nipples, sucking gently. Dean does cry out this time, bucking up against his father's heavy weight as he tortures the tender flesh. John pulls back a little, stares down at his son with a frown between his brows and Dean whispers sorry daddy, reaches up to touch his father's cheek with a hand that's only trembling slightly.
The frown dissolves into another predatory smile before he ducks his head to continue his path down Dean's body until he reaches Dean's cock, hungrily sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth.
His father's stubble scratches against the insides of his thighs and Dean spreads his legs more to avoid the burn. Then he's assaulted by a different kind of burn when John pushes a spit slicked finger into his exposed hole and Dean can suddenly feel nausea rising fast and sickening in his throat. He roughly pushes his father off and bolts for the bathroom, just flipping the lid up in time before his stomach heaves and empties itself into the porcelain bowl.
John is behind him a heartbeat later, one hand pressed against his clammy forehead, the other resting heavily on the small of his back. Dean sits back on his haunches as John fills a glass with cool water from the tap. He watches Dean intently as Dean first rinses his mouth and then takes a few small sips. The ominous frown is back and Dean nervously bites at his bottom lip, drawing blood. Slowly John's face relaxes as he figures it out, his eyes gleaming as his expression changes into one of first wonder and then rapture.
Dean scrambles back awkwardly as John launched himself at Dean, wrapping him up tightly in his arms and clutching Dean to his chest. Dean can't make out what his father's saying, drowns out the sea of nonsense being cooed in his ear as he fights off a fresh wave of nausea.
He vomits again and John lets him put his clothes back on after he's cleaned him up. Dean yawns, so tired all of a sudden and John carefully leads him back to the bed even though he really should start making some dinner for when Sammy gets back. John climbs onto the bed with him, spooning in behind him and he can feel his father's splayed fingers spanning the width of his belly as he drifts off to sleep.