Fic: Love, Kinks And Secret Wishes (1/1)
Title: Love, Kinks And Secret Wishes
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, pretended!Mpreg, several kinks h/c and smoop at the end; mark to see Spoilers for the kinks: enema play, pregnancy!kink, belly!kink, buttplug, fingering
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: Dean thinks that Sam's been behaving a little off lately. After going out to shoot some pool he walks in on his brother/lover and finds him in a very compromising postion. Apparently Sammy's not as innocent as he looks!
„I’m checking out the neighbourhood and hustling some pool, you coming?” Dean was already grabbing his jacket when he turned towards his brother who was currently still glued to his laptop.
“No, I’ll stay in and see if I can find us a new hunt in this area. I’m not in the mood to go out.”
“Not in the mood? Man you’re not secretly turning into a chick, are you, Sammy?” The older Winchester teased gripping the door handle.
Sam could feel his ears heating up but tried his best to look indignant when he huffed at the taunting words.
“Alright, some one’s gotta earn some money to provide for you, Samantha.” He winked at his lover and left the motel room.
Walking across the parking lot towards the Impala he thought to himself, that his brother had been acting kind of weird or at least weirder than usual for the last few weeks.
They had been staying in the same town for almost three weeks now in order to hunt a couple of werewolves killing local teenagers. They had come to town a few nights before the full moon and actually had gotten the drop on one of the monsters fairly easy but her mate had managed to escape. There were two guys who could be the other werewolf but the Winchesters had decided to wait for the next full moon just to be sure which one was the right guys instead of killing the wrong guy.
Apart from some minor hunts in their vicinity they had used their prolonged stay in one place to rest a little. This had come in quite useful on more than one level as they finally had come to terms with their not so brotherly feelings for each other after a drunken night had led to the exchange of clumsy handjobs and kissing. Accepting the idea of being into his younger brother had also been easier than Dean had expected, mainly because the feeling was mutual and Sam wasn’t the guy to joke about important stuff. The whole incest thing about it hadn’t bothered them. They were Winchesters and not much of their lifestyle fit into the category of socially accepted stuff and apart from that they were all they had so there was no need to come out to family and friends.
Dean was quite sure that they were both enjoying the new… relationship to the fullest but lately Sam had been keeping to himself a lot. Just like tonight, he had declined coming with Dean when he had been meeting contact persons or going out to hustle some pool or poker telling his older brother he could do research. The reason he gave for not tagging along usually was that splitting tasks would save them time to do other more pleasurable things and that had convinced the older brother.
“Whatever…” He thought to himself while starting the engine of his baby. He could talk to his brother when he came back.
In the meantime said brother had shut his laptop down and was currently standing in the shower connecting a small plastic nozzle to the hose. He turned on the water trying to find a suitable temperature and then decreased the flow to a slow trickle before reaching behind himself and slowly inserting the nozzle into his already prepared and lube slick hole.
Sam sighed blissfully at the feeling of lukewarm water filling him slowly. Bracing himself against the tiles with one arm he used his other hand to rub gentle circles on his at first flat abdomen. He felt how his ripped stomach gradually started to expand and enjoyed the growing feeling of fullness inside of him.
The small bulge forming under his palm reminded him of that one time a few years back around the time he had left for Stanford when Dean had challenged him to a private pie eating contest. He had eaten almost an entire apple pie by himself and still lost out to his older sibling who had smirked at him triumphantly while wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. After eating so much in a span of only a few minutes the skinny teenager had felt like dying and laid down on his bed groaning in discomfort. Dean had come into their shared room and taken pity on his baby brother crawling onto the bed behind him and putting an arm around him to rub soothing circles on his stuffed belly. Sam now was fairly certain that Dean had already loved him as more than a brother back then.
He moaned in pleasure at the old memory as well as the current sensation of being filled. He was reaching his limit and getting harder with every sloshing movement inside his body. When he thought that he couldn’t take any more water in he turned the flow off and silently gazed at his rounded stomach with a smile on his lips before grabbing the lube slicked butt plug strategically placed on the sink. Carefully pulling out the enema nozzle he noticed that he could keep the water in but nonetheless inserted the plug for good measure. He didn’t know how much water he had taken in but he could tell by the size of his belly that he was managing to hold more with each time he did this.
Throwing the enema nozzle back in his duffel he slowly went over to the king-sized bed feeling the water in him move with ever step he took. Not bothering to put his clothes back on he lowered himself onto the towels he had put on the mattress and leaned back again the pillows behind him grabbing for the book on the nightstand. ‘What to expect when you’re expecting’ the title announced. He looked down at his naked and full body. He looked definitely pregnant though not third trimester which he unfortunately never would be. Thumbing through the pages in search of the right chapter Sam started stroking his belly lovingly. His cock was hard and curved towards his stomach but he refused to touch it.
He started reading and playing with his belly button which soon tuned into massaging his swollen skin and finally poking his protruding stomach to the point of pain every so often. The feeling of tight fullness combined with the sharp pains provoked by pressing down roughly on his swollen belly were incredibly stimulating. Sam bent his knees and planted his feet flat on the mattress as if getting ready the bear down. He put the book aside and used his free hand to touch the plug between his legs. It was still in place and keeping water inside of him. Groaning obscenely and carried away by lust he resolutely pushed his right index finger inside himself along the plug and started to circle the skin of his opening from the wet inside.
Sam could sensed his orgasm building when suddenly the door open and Dean was standing in the doorway looking shocked but at least still alert enough to close the door. Taken aback by his brother’s arrival Sam quickly pulled his finger out of himself and gave a pained cry as he accidentally almost ripped the plug out with his movement. Sam turned bright red from shame and pain and his cock instantly went limp.
Dean’s expression turned from shock to worry in equally short time and he was across the room and at Sam side in three big strides. “You okay, Sammy?” He cradled his brother’s head against his shoulder and kissed him on the forehead feeling his whole body starting to shake violently. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.” He soothed and absently moved his hand to Sam’s still swollen belly stroking it gently.
Even though he felt like crying the younger brother tried to pull himself together again and swallowed repeatedly to clear his dry throat.
“Let me see if you hurt yourself.” Dean said in a calm voice.
“Can’t…” Sam rasped still shaken. “Water.”
The older brother didn’t ask any questions. “It’s okay. I’ll get you to the bathroom.” With that said he slipped an arm under Sam’s legs and behind his back and carried the trembling man into the bathroom. He gently let go of his lover’s legs and carefully lowered him onto the open toilet seat.
“I gotta take the plug out, Sammy. I don’t wanna hurt you so try to relax and let go. It’s okay.” Dean repeated searching for eye contact. He had seen Sam fingering himself around the plug so he should be loose enough to take it out without hurting him but his brother still looked tense and I would be painful if he clenched up. “Take deep breaths, Sammy. It’s all good.” He traced the quivering muscle ring to make sure that it was only swollen but didn’t tear. Then he steadily gripped the base of the plug and carefully started to pull it out of his wincing brother’s body feeling the water trickle out around the black rubber. He kept murmuring nonsense to calm Sam and let him sit down completely as soon as the toy was out of him to release to water.
Sam hadn’t said more than two words since he had come in and wasn’t showing any signs to snap out of it any time soon therefore the older Winchester kept stroking his head while the water was expelled. He grabbed a towel of the rack and wiped his still unusually quiet brother dry from the waste down and gently manhandled him back onto the bed.
Pulling the covers around Sam he climbed onto the mattress as well and spooned him from behind. “Come on, talk to me, Sammy.” He encouraged snaking one arm around the younger man and laying a hand on his stomach. Pressing a couple of soft kisses to the nape of his lover’s neck he started to steadily stroke his abdomen through the thin white bed sheet. “You don’t wanna talk? Then I’m gonna have to make guesses ‘til you nod… So I kinda interrupted you when I came back… You probably thought that I’d be gone for at least a couple of hours.”
A small nod confirmed him. “Okay… Sorry about that, by the way. I came back so early because there was no easy money to be made.” He explained now sure of having Sam’s attention. “I could start asking stupid questions now but I’m not exactly… naïve. Anyway, I’m not pretending that I don’t know what you were doing or why.”
Dean heard a suppressed sniffle and pulled his brother close for comfort. “Already told you that it’s okay, Sammy.” He scolded softly. “So what? You’re kinkier than I thought and now that I know you think I’m gonna treat you differently? You think I’m disgusted by it? Is that the reason you’re so miserable?” He was pretty sure to have hit a nerve because the sniffling had increased to sobbing though he let out a relieved breath when Sam nodded again.
Propping himself on one elbow to be able to see his baby brother’s face he continued talking. “What’s so bad about having a few kinks? We’re brothers, Sammy, and if the whole incest thing we’ve got going doesn’t bother me, why should your kinks scare me off? I’m not disgusted or anything like that I was just surprised when I saw you.”
A kiss to his temple made Sam turn his head a little to look up at Dean’s concerned face. “You’re not?”
“Why should I? I have fantasies, too and I’d like to find out which buttons I have to push to rock your boat, Sammy.” Dean smiled affectionately. “Maybe we can buy some stuff and try out some new things but to do that we need to talk. Never thought I’d be saying that but… Talking helps…” He held up one finger faking seriousness. “On occasion!”
At that Sam had to smile.
“So… Are we good again, Sammy?”
“Yeah.” The younger brother felt a big weight being lifted off his shoulder.
“Alright, then let’s take a nap. You look beat.” He suggested starting already to toe off his boots and then shedding his clothes to crawl under the covers with his Sammy.
“Dean?” The younger brother asked softly when they were already drifting into sleep.
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“I want a baby.”
The answer was a mere whisper but he didn’t miss it and also knew that Sam wasn’t talking about adoption. “You know I would do anything for you, Sammy…” Dean’s voice was hoarse with affection and sorrow at the same time.
Sam also heard the unspoken ‘You’re a man and men can’t have babies’ but knowing that Dean would make his wish come true in a heartbeat if it were possible filled him warmth. He snuggled closer to his brother and lover and they both fell asleep, neither one knowing about a future hunt in a museum that would change their lives.
Author's note: First of all, thanks for reading! I'm totally new to writing Supernatural fiction and starting of with something kinky was kind of hard. This story is my answer to a prompt over at the spnkink_meme, here is the link for the original prompt.
http://community.livejournal.com/spnkink_meme/4278.html?thread=2227126#t2227126
I also wrote a sequel to this story taking place about a year later and featuring cursed but happy pregnant!Sam going into labour. Let me know what you think about this story and I might post the sequel in the next few days! :)
On to the sequel: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, pretended!Mpreg, several kinks h/c and smoop at the end; mark to see Spoilers for the kinks: enema play, pregnancy!kink, belly!kink, buttplug, fingering
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: Dean thinks that Sam's been behaving a little off lately. After going out to shoot some pool he walks in on his brother/lover and finds him in a very compromising postion. Apparently Sammy's not as innocent as he looks!
„I’m checking out the neighbourhood and hustling some pool, you coming?” Dean was already grabbing his jacket when he turned towards his brother who was currently still glued to his laptop.
“No, I’ll stay in and see if I can find us a new hunt in this area. I’m not in the mood to go out.”
“Not in the mood? Man you’re not secretly turning into a chick, are you, Sammy?” The older Winchester teased gripping the door handle.
Sam could feel his ears heating up but tried his best to look indignant when he huffed at the taunting words.
“Alright, some one’s gotta earn some money to provide for you, Samantha.” He winked at his lover and left the motel room.
Walking across the parking lot towards the Impala he thought to himself, that his brother had been acting kind of weird or at least weirder than usual for the last few weeks.
They had been staying in the same town for almost three weeks now in order to hunt a couple of werewolves killing local teenagers. They had come to town a few nights before the full moon and actually had gotten the drop on one of the monsters fairly easy but her mate had managed to escape. There were two guys who could be the other werewolf but the Winchesters had decided to wait for the next full moon just to be sure which one was the right guys instead of killing the wrong guy.
Apart from some minor hunts in their vicinity they had used their prolonged stay in one place to rest a little. This had come in quite useful on more than one level as they finally had come to terms with their not so brotherly feelings for each other after a drunken night had led to the exchange of clumsy handjobs and kissing. Accepting the idea of being into his younger brother had also been easier than Dean had expected, mainly because the feeling was mutual and Sam wasn’t the guy to joke about important stuff. The whole incest thing about it hadn’t bothered them. They were Winchesters and not much of their lifestyle fit into the category of socially accepted stuff and apart from that they were all they had so there was no need to come out to family and friends.
Dean was quite sure that they were both enjoying the new… relationship to the fullest but lately Sam had been keeping to himself a lot. Just like tonight, he had declined coming with Dean when he had been meeting contact persons or going out to hustle some pool or poker telling his older brother he could do research. The reason he gave for not tagging along usually was that splitting tasks would save them time to do other more pleasurable things and that had convinced the older brother.
“Whatever…” He thought to himself while starting the engine of his baby. He could talk to his brother when he came back.
In the meantime said brother had shut his laptop down and was currently standing in the shower connecting a small plastic nozzle to the hose. He turned on the water trying to find a suitable temperature and then decreased the flow to a slow trickle before reaching behind himself and slowly inserting the nozzle into his already prepared and lube slick hole.
Sam sighed blissfully at the feeling of lukewarm water filling him slowly. Bracing himself against the tiles with one arm he used his other hand to rub gentle circles on his at first flat abdomen. He felt how his ripped stomach gradually started to expand and enjoyed the growing feeling of fullness inside of him.
The small bulge forming under his palm reminded him of that one time a few years back around the time he had left for Stanford when Dean had challenged him to a private pie eating contest. He had eaten almost an entire apple pie by himself and still lost out to his older sibling who had smirked at him triumphantly while wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. After eating so much in a span of only a few minutes the skinny teenager had felt like dying and laid down on his bed groaning in discomfort. Dean had come into their shared room and taken pity on his baby brother crawling onto the bed behind him and putting an arm around him to rub soothing circles on his stuffed belly. Sam now was fairly certain that Dean had already loved him as more than a brother back then.
He moaned in pleasure at the old memory as well as the current sensation of being filled. He was reaching his limit and getting harder with every sloshing movement inside his body. When he thought that he couldn’t take any more water in he turned the flow off and silently gazed at his rounded stomach with a smile on his lips before grabbing the lube slicked butt plug strategically placed on the sink. Carefully pulling out the enema nozzle he noticed that he could keep the water in but nonetheless inserted the plug for good measure. He didn’t know how much water he had taken in but he could tell by the size of his belly that he was managing to hold more with each time he did this.
Throwing the enema nozzle back in his duffel he slowly went over to the king-sized bed feeling the water in him move with ever step he took. Not bothering to put his clothes back on he lowered himself onto the towels he had put on the mattress and leaned back again the pillows behind him grabbing for the book on the nightstand. ‘What to expect when you’re expecting’ the title announced. He looked down at his naked and full body. He looked definitely pregnant though not third trimester which he unfortunately never would be. Thumbing through the pages in search of the right chapter Sam started stroking his belly lovingly. His cock was hard and curved towards his stomach but he refused to touch it.
He started reading and playing with his belly button which soon tuned into massaging his swollen skin and finally poking his protruding stomach to the point of pain every so often. The feeling of tight fullness combined with the sharp pains provoked by pressing down roughly on his swollen belly were incredibly stimulating. Sam bent his knees and planted his feet flat on the mattress as if getting ready the bear down. He put the book aside and used his free hand to touch the plug between his legs. It was still in place and keeping water inside of him. Groaning obscenely and carried away by lust he resolutely pushed his right index finger inside himself along the plug and started to circle the skin of his opening from the wet inside.
Sam could sensed his orgasm building when suddenly the door open and Dean was standing in the doorway looking shocked but at least still alert enough to close the door. Taken aback by his brother’s arrival Sam quickly pulled his finger out of himself and gave a pained cry as he accidentally almost ripped the plug out with his movement. Sam turned bright red from shame and pain and his cock instantly went limp.
Dean’s expression turned from shock to worry in equally short time and he was across the room and at Sam side in three big strides. “You okay, Sammy?” He cradled his brother’s head against his shoulder and kissed him on the forehead feeling his whole body starting to shake violently. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.” He soothed and absently moved his hand to Sam’s still swollen belly stroking it gently.
Even though he felt like crying the younger brother tried to pull himself together again and swallowed repeatedly to clear his dry throat.
“Let me see if you hurt yourself.” Dean said in a calm voice.
“Can’t…” Sam rasped still shaken. “Water.”
The older brother didn’t ask any questions. “It’s okay. I’ll get you to the bathroom.” With that said he slipped an arm under Sam’s legs and behind his back and carried the trembling man into the bathroom. He gently let go of his lover’s legs and carefully lowered him onto the open toilet seat.
“I gotta take the plug out, Sammy. I don’t wanna hurt you so try to relax and let go. It’s okay.” Dean repeated searching for eye contact. He had seen Sam fingering himself around the plug so he should be loose enough to take it out without hurting him but his brother still looked tense and I would be painful if he clenched up. “Take deep breaths, Sammy. It’s all good.” He traced the quivering muscle ring to make sure that it was only swollen but didn’t tear. Then he steadily gripped the base of the plug and carefully started to pull it out of his wincing brother’s body feeling the water trickle out around the black rubber. He kept murmuring nonsense to calm Sam and let him sit down completely as soon as the toy was out of him to release to water.
Sam hadn’t said more than two words since he had come in and wasn’t showing any signs to snap out of it any time soon therefore the older Winchester kept stroking his head while the water was expelled. He grabbed a towel of the rack and wiped his still unusually quiet brother dry from the waste down and gently manhandled him back onto the bed.
Pulling the covers around Sam he climbed onto the mattress as well and spooned him from behind. “Come on, talk to me, Sammy.” He encouraged snaking one arm around the younger man and laying a hand on his stomach. Pressing a couple of soft kisses to the nape of his lover’s neck he started to steadily stroke his abdomen through the thin white bed sheet. “You don’t wanna talk? Then I’m gonna have to make guesses ‘til you nod… So I kinda interrupted you when I came back… You probably thought that I’d be gone for at least a couple of hours.”
A small nod confirmed him. “Okay… Sorry about that, by the way. I came back so early because there was no easy money to be made.” He explained now sure of having Sam’s attention. “I could start asking stupid questions now but I’m not exactly… naïve. Anyway, I’m not pretending that I don’t know what you were doing or why.”
Dean heard a suppressed sniffle and pulled his brother close for comfort. “Already told you that it’s okay, Sammy.” He scolded softly. “So what? You’re kinkier than I thought and now that I know you think I’m gonna treat you differently? You think I’m disgusted by it? Is that the reason you’re so miserable?” He was pretty sure to have hit a nerve because the sniffling had increased to sobbing though he let out a relieved breath when Sam nodded again.
Propping himself on one elbow to be able to see his baby brother’s face he continued talking. “What’s so bad about having a few kinks? We’re brothers, Sammy, and if the whole incest thing we’ve got going doesn’t bother me, why should your kinks scare me off? I’m not disgusted or anything like that I was just surprised when I saw you.”
A kiss to his temple made Sam turn his head a little to look up at Dean’s concerned face. “You’re not?”
“Why should I? I have fantasies, too and I’d like to find out which buttons I have to push to rock your boat, Sammy.” Dean smiled affectionately. “Maybe we can buy some stuff and try out some new things but to do that we need to talk. Never thought I’d be saying that but… Talking helps…” He held up one finger faking seriousness. “On occasion!”
At that Sam had to smile.
“So… Are we good again, Sammy?”
“Yeah.” The younger brother felt a big weight being lifted off his shoulder.
“Alright, then let’s take a nap. You look beat.” He suggested starting already to toe off his boots and then shedding his clothes to crawl under the covers with his Sammy.
“Dean?” The younger brother asked softly when they were already drifting into sleep.
“Yeah, Sammy?”
“I want a baby.”
The answer was a mere whisper but he didn’t miss it and also knew that Sam wasn’t talking about adoption. “You know I would do anything for you, Sammy…” Dean’s voice was hoarse with affection and sorrow at the same time.
Sam also heard the unspoken ‘You’re a man and men can’t have babies’ but knowing that Dean would make his wish come true in a heartbeat if it were possible filled him warmth. He snuggled closer to his brother and lover and they both fell asleep, neither one knowing about a future hunt in a museum that would change their lives.
Author's note: First of all, thanks for reading! I'm totally new to writing Supernatural fiction and starting of with something kinky was kind of hard. This story is my answer to a prompt over at the spnkink_meme, here is the link for the original prompt.
http://community.livejournal.com/spnkink_meme/4278.html?thread=2227126#t2227126
I also wrote a sequel to this story taking place about a year later and featuring cursed but happy pregnant!Sam going into labour. Let me know what you think about this story and I might post the sequel in the next few days! :)
On to the sequel: Be Careful What You Wish For