Mine (1/1), NC-17, J/D, Dub-con
Title:Mine
Warnings: Dub-con, daddy!cest, mild blood play and marking.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: John/Dean
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Beta Munibunny who is made of all kinds of awesome!
Summary: Even the tiniest of gifts come with a price.
Author Note: A prequel of sorts to my previous J/D fic but is also a stand alone fic.
Dean flicked his gaze over to his father as he stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the droplets covering his glistening chest, dripping into the threadbare towel casually clinched over his hips.
A sharp intake of breath had Dean skimming his gaze over his father’s seemly slumbering form, his heart thundering in his suddenly tight chest in anticipation of his father’s heated gaze. The snuffled snore that issued from the still and lax figure on the bed had Dean’s shoulders slumping in disappointment.
Sighing heavily and swallowing down the irrational sense of rejection his father’s sleeping figure gave him, he let the damp towel drop to the floor beside the bed and turned to perched on its edge, bending double to riffle through his duffel for clean boxers.
He’s eyes caught on a sharp gleam of silver as he raised his gaze while he slipped his shorts over his hips. Gently dropping back to the lumpy mattress so he wouldn’t disturb his slumbering father, Dean slowly reached out and picked up the lone piece of jewelery that rested on his bedside drawers.
Positive that it hadn’t been there prior to his shower, Dean’s face quirked in curiosity as he twisted to check once more that his father really was sleeping next to him. Certain as he could be that his Dad was sleeping, Dean bit at his lip and twisted the ring around to see if there were any engravings or insignia on the band to determine its origin or purpose. Dean’s breath caught high in his throat as 3 tiny letters emerged from the shadow of the band - A...c...e.
The word wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else and would probably even seem a strange choice, but to Dean it meant, commendation, praise, respect and ultimately love. His eyes stung with unshed tears as the force of his Dad’s approval took his breath away with its intensity. Dean weighted the ring in his hand, its value and significance far out stripping its actual physical weight.
A shaky grin twitched the corners of his lips as he pushed the ring onto his right hand. God, he was such a girl, getting all emotional about a damn ring. Next he’d be expecting flowers, dinner and a movie before putting out. He snorted his amusement over his love sick chick behaviour, shaking his head and reminding himself to man up and get over himself before he lost his pair completely along with his manhood.
He shifted to his side to take in his father’s form once more; not able to stifle the quick grin that came to his lips as he twisted the ring on his finger again, the subtle friction of the engraved words causing his breath to shudder momentarily in his suddenly tight chest. Pulling in a deep breath to steady his wildly beating heart, he carefully reached out and flicked off the light before slowly stretching out beside his father. Knowing that he needed to let go of what was broiling deep in his chest, Dean took in one last lingering glance of his father before turning his back to him with his newly adorned hand curled up into his chest so that the tiny slip of streetlight that shone through the slight split in the curtains gleamed off the highly polished band encircling his finger almost like a loving embrace.
Lost in his own chaotic thoughts Dean nearly leaped bodily from the bed when he felt the warm touch of his father’s possessive grip on his exposed hip. His heart stuttered through his initial shock, but soon picked up a hectic pace as he felt the rough texture of his father’s fingers skid across the goose pimpled skin of his side to come to rest over the taut and jittery muscles of his belly. The heat of his palm burned hot almost like a brand across Dean’s flesh, and his breath caught tight in his chest, as the burning tips of his father’s fingers inched their way under the loose band of his boxers.
The press of lips to the base of his neck sent shivers trailing down his spine and he couldn’t help but press himself back into the radiant heat of his father’s body at his back as his fathers fingers moved down the hollow of his hip to tangle in the course hair there. Dean’s sharp hiss as the short strands pulled painfully on the blunt fingers, elicited a quick bite to the sensitive skin of his neck which had him grunting his pleasure as he moved his own hand back and pulled his father’s hip into him so that the evidence of his father’s arousal ground into the small of his back. The low hiss bitten off into his skin had Dean smirking his prowess before his breath left him in a rush as he felt his, by now, flushed and throbbing cock, encased in his father’s forceful grip.
The rough, almost painful tugs on his cock quickly had him gasping out strangled moans as he fought to sustain himself and not come like a teenager in his father’s palm. His father’s own breath was panting a ragged rhythm into back of his neck as he nudged his cock with increasing vigor into the small of Dean’s back. Dean moaned out his displeasure as his father eased his hips away from his sweat slicked skin and his almost over sensitive cock was released from his father’s tight grip. The whispered shushing into the hair at his nape had him biting down on his pillow and guiding his own hand down to his weeping and neglected cock. The sudden harsh slap to the back of his hand had him freezing in place, not game to move lest he be punished again.
“‘Mine, leave it,” the gruff command grunted into the now, bruised skin of his shoulder, had his heart racing both in desire and fear of inadvertent disobedience and punishment.
“Good boy,” a shudder ran down his spine and his cock twitched his pleasure at the coveted praise.
Dean made a sudden gasp as he felt the blunt edges of his father’s fingertips force their way into his tight puckered entrance, “Dad.”
He swallowed down his protests and cries as he felt his father’s teeth sink into the bruised flesh of his neck and shoulder. The growled command to be still as the thick digits thrust into his burning hole had him biting down hard on the knuckle of his newly ring adorned finger to stop the whimpers threatening to spill from his chest. Soon the sharp burn was replaced with a urgent need to be filled to bursting with his father’s cock that was nudging its weeping head in the hollow of his thighs. Dean stilled instantly as a whimpered, “more”, left his choked throat as his desire built to uncontainable levels.
Dean licked at his lips nervously and gently thrust his hips down on his father’s suddenly stilled fingers. The sharp sting of his father’s teeth drawing blood on his abused shoulder had him biting hard on his knuckle and involuntary tears springing in his eyes. Dean blinked back the stinging tears and sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the weeping head of his father’s cock catch on the loosened ring of his hole and his father’s bruising grip clamp down over his hip possessively. He clenched his eyes shut tight in anticipation of the thrust that was to come, but nothing could have truly prepared him for the searing burn as his father plunged all the way in, in one brutal thrust. He clamped down tight on the pained scream that fought to be released from his throat and blinked his way through the stinging tears that streamed down his face at the overwhelming intrusion.
Lapping caresses of his father’s tongue soothed the sting of the slowly bleeding bite on his shoulder and the murmured assurances, mumbled into his sweat slick skin, calmed his frantically beating heart as his father moved his thrusts into a slow but forceful rhythm.
Slowly, burning turned to sweet friction, and sweet friction quickly turned into shuddering jolts of pleasure as his father’s cock pounded deep inside him.
Unable to hold onto his orgasm any longer, Dean shouted out a hoarse cry as he spilled his release all over his stomach and bedsheets. He could only rock bonelessly as his father continued to pound into him as he chased his own climax. His father’s low moan and sharp bite into the muscled flesh of his back had him crying out again as he felt his father’s heated release pump deep inside him.
Within minutes his father had his ragged breathing back under control and Dean had to bite down hard on his lip to stop from calling out in pain as he father roughly pulled out of him and rolled over onto his back. Dean swallowed down his warring emotions as his father’s hand absent mindedly patted his finger shaped bruised hip and a snuffling snore broke the still silence of the room.
Dean curled slightly in on himself, grimacing slight as the movement pulled a sharp sting from his abused hole. He fisted his hand, his lips twitching up into a boyish smile as he watched the yellowed light of the streetlight gleam across the polished surface of his new ring. The blanketing warmth that the ring’s significance gave him was enough to override any of hurt from their impromptu tryst.
It would never replace what he’d had with Sam, but it was enough to keep both of them going through the long night of their terror filled lives.
Warnings: Dub-con, daddy!cest, mild blood play and marking.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: John/Dean
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Beta Munibunny who is made of all kinds of awesome!
Summary: Even the tiniest of gifts come with a price.
Author Note: A prequel of sorts to my previous J/D fic but is also a stand alone fic.
Dean flicked his gaze over to his father as he stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the droplets covering his glistening chest, dripping into the threadbare towel casually clinched over his hips.
A sharp intake of breath had Dean skimming his gaze over his father’s seemly slumbering form, his heart thundering in his suddenly tight chest in anticipation of his father’s heated gaze. The snuffled snore that issued from the still and lax figure on the bed had Dean’s shoulders slumping in disappointment.
Sighing heavily and swallowing down the irrational sense of rejection his father’s sleeping figure gave him, he let the damp towel drop to the floor beside the bed and turned to perched on its edge, bending double to riffle through his duffel for clean boxers.
He’s eyes caught on a sharp gleam of silver as he raised his gaze while he slipped his shorts over his hips. Gently dropping back to the lumpy mattress so he wouldn’t disturb his slumbering father, Dean slowly reached out and picked up the lone piece of jewelery that rested on his bedside drawers.
Positive that it hadn’t been there prior to his shower, Dean’s face quirked in curiosity as he twisted to check once more that his father really was sleeping next to him. Certain as he could be that his Dad was sleeping, Dean bit at his lip and twisted the ring around to see if there were any engravings or insignia on the band to determine its origin or purpose. Dean’s breath caught high in his throat as 3 tiny letters emerged from the shadow of the band - A...c...e.
The word wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else and would probably even seem a strange choice, but to Dean it meant, commendation, praise, respect and ultimately love. His eyes stung with unshed tears as the force of his Dad’s approval took his breath away with its intensity. Dean weighted the ring in his hand, its value and significance far out stripping its actual physical weight.
A shaky grin twitched the corners of his lips as he pushed the ring onto his right hand. God, he was such a girl, getting all emotional about a damn ring. Next he’d be expecting flowers, dinner and a movie before putting out. He snorted his amusement over his love sick chick behaviour, shaking his head and reminding himself to man up and get over himself before he lost his pair completely along with his manhood.
He shifted to his side to take in his father’s form once more; not able to stifle the quick grin that came to his lips as he twisted the ring on his finger again, the subtle friction of the engraved words causing his breath to shudder momentarily in his suddenly tight chest. Pulling in a deep breath to steady his wildly beating heart, he carefully reached out and flicked off the light before slowly stretching out beside his father. Knowing that he needed to let go of what was broiling deep in his chest, Dean took in one last lingering glance of his father before turning his back to him with his newly adorned hand curled up into his chest so that the tiny slip of streetlight that shone through the slight split in the curtains gleamed off the highly polished band encircling his finger almost like a loving embrace.
Lost in his own chaotic thoughts Dean nearly leaped bodily from the bed when he felt the warm touch of his father’s possessive grip on his exposed hip. His heart stuttered through his initial shock, but soon picked up a hectic pace as he felt the rough texture of his father’s fingers skid across the goose pimpled skin of his side to come to rest over the taut and jittery muscles of his belly. The heat of his palm burned hot almost like a brand across Dean’s flesh, and his breath caught tight in his chest, as the burning tips of his father’s fingers inched their way under the loose band of his boxers.
The press of lips to the base of his neck sent shivers trailing down his spine and he couldn’t help but press himself back into the radiant heat of his father’s body at his back as his fathers fingers moved down the hollow of his hip to tangle in the course hair there. Dean’s sharp hiss as the short strands pulled painfully on the blunt fingers, elicited a quick bite to the sensitive skin of his neck which had him grunting his pleasure as he moved his own hand back and pulled his father’s hip into him so that the evidence of his father’s arousal ground into the small of his back. The low hiss bitten off into his skin had Dean smirking his prowess before his breath left him in a rush as he felt his, by now, flushed and throbbing cock, encased in his father’s forceful grip.
The rough, almost painful tugs on his cock quickly had him gasping out strangled moans as he fought to sustain himself and not come like a teenager in his father’s palm. His father’s own breath was panting a ragged rhythm into back of his neck as he nudged his cock with increasing vigor into the small of Dean’s back. Dean moaned out his displeasure as his father eased his hips away from his sweat slicked skin and his almost over sensitive cock was released from his father’s tight grip. The whispered shushing into the hair at his nape had him biting down on his pillow and guiding his own hand down to his weeping and neglected cock. The sudden harsh slap to the back of his hand had him freezing in place, not game to move lest he be punished again.
“‘Mine, leave it,” the gruff command grunted into the now, bruised skin of his shoulder, had his heart racing both in desire and fear of inadvertent disobedience and punishment.
“Good boy,” a shudder ran down his spine and his cock twitched his pleasure at the coveted praise.
Dean made a sudden gasp as he felt the blunt edges of his father’s fingertips force their way into his tight puckered entrance, “Dad.”
He swallowed down his protests and cries as he felt his father’s teeth sink into the bruised flesh of his neck and shoulder. The growled command to be still as the thick digits thrust into his burning hole had him biting down hard on the knuckle of his newly ring adorned finger to stop the whimpers threatening to spill from his chest. Soon the sharp burn was replaced with a urgent need to be filled to bursting with his father’s cock that was nudging its weeping head in the hollow of his thighs. Dean stilled instantly as a whimpered, “more”, left his choked throat as his desire built to uncontainable levels.
Dean licked at his lips nervously and gently thrust his hips down on his father’s suddenly stilled fingers. The sharp sting of his father’s teeth drawing blood on his abused shoulder had him biting hard on his knuckle and involuntary tears springing in his eyes. Dean blinked back the stinging tears and sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the weeping head of his father’s cock catch on the loosened ring of his hole and his father’s bruising grip clamp down over his hip possessively. He clenched his eyes shut tight in anticipation of the thrust that was to come, but nothing could have truly prepared him for the searing burn as his father plunged all the way in, in one brutal thrust. He clamped down tight on the pained scream that fought to be released from his throat and blinked his way through the stinging tears that streamed down his face at the overwhelming intrusion.
Lapping caresses of his father’s tongue soothed the sting of the slowly bleeding bite on his shoulder and the murmured assurances, mumbled into his sweat slick skin, calmed his frantically beating heart as his father moved his thrusts into a slow but forceful rhythm.
Slowly, burning turned to sweet friction, and sweet friction quickly turned into shuddering jolts of pleasure as his father’s cock pounded deep inside him.
Unable to hold onto his orgasm any longer, Dean shouted out a hoarse cry as he spilled his release all over his stomach and bedsheets. He could only rock bonelessly as his father continued to pound into him as he chased his own climax. His father’s low moan and sharp bite into the muscled flesh of his back had him crying out again as he felt his father’s heated release pump deep inside him.
Within minutes his father had his ragged breathing back under control and Dean had to bite down hard on his lip to stop from calling out in pain as he father roughly pulled out of him and rolled over onto his back. Dean swallowed down his warring emotions as his father’s hand absent mindedly patted his finger shaped bruised hip and a snuffling snore broke the still silence of the room.
Dean curled slightly in on himself, grimacing slight as the movement pulled a sharp sting from his abused hole. He fisted his hand, his lips twitching up into a boyish smile as he watched the yellowed light of the streetlight gleam across the polished surface of his new ring. The blanketing warmth that the ring’s significance gave him was enough to override any of hurt from their impromptu tryst.
It would never replace what he’d had with Sam, but it was enough to keep both of them going through the long night of their terror filled lives.