The shirts were Jack's idea. (sorry tumblr hates my image sizes)
Little drabble below the cut!
"C'mon, kitten. It'll be great. Imagine all the peons looking at you like they wanna kill you!" Jack shoves the pink shirt Rhys's way, smirking.
"Yeah that's the problem, Jack." Rhys takes the shirt and holds it up. He eyes the font and frowns. "Why can't I be eating your ass?"
Jack quirks a brow at him.
Rhys waits.
"...Seriously? I have to explain my shirt to you?" Jack tosses the yellow shirt on and smooths it out over his wide chest. "Between you n' me, I'm the asshole, baby."
"Awe, I can't decide if that was a compliment or not." Rhys slips out of his own shirt to pull the new one over his head. He feels Jack's burning gaze the whole time until it's settled over his abdomen.
"I can't decide if I wanna eat your asshole right now or show off these friggen shirts." Jack steps close to Rhys, running his thumb over soft lips.
Rhys snorts. "You know. I could enjoy being a pillow princess every now and then." He shivers when Jack's hand slips under the shirt to rub at his hip. "You should've gotten different shirts."
Jack barks out a laugh. "That's the joke, kitten. They all think you bend over for me." He swipes out his tongue to gloss over Rhys's lips. "But we both know how feral you get when your tongue's slippin' inside my hole."
Rhys groans. "Let's get this over with." He tugs on Jack's arm to subject himself to Jack's shenagains.
It goes off exactly as Jack wants. Curious gazes. Giggles. Smirks. Rhys's face burns with embarassment, but he's hard as a rock all through it.
And when they get back to the penthouse? Rhys shoves Jack into the bed and spreads those strong legs wide.
"H-hey!" Jack laughs, squirming around as he's getting out of his clothes. "Wanna switch shirts?"
Hi!💕 If you want to write another little story, I have an idea for you again! You know, I'm a sucker for threesomes between Dean&Sam&Jack and this time I would love it if you write it with Demon!Dean and Boyking!Sam and it would be nice if it was the first time for Jack. But of course you don't have to do it, only if you feel like it and have the time! Much love for you!💖
This got long, but I was really feeling it, so here ya go! I love a super controlling Sam XDD Not sure that’s what you wanted but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! xoxo
It’ll be under the cut but I don’t even remember what kinks there were, I was blinded by the muse, haha
Sam has the boy pinned down on his massive bed, nothing more than his mind holding him down, and he shoots an easy smile at Dean who is standing on the other side of the bed. His brother, eyes black, smiles back at him, slowly turning to a wolfish grin as he looks down over the boy, naked and spreadegled below them.
“Sam?” Jack says, voice trembling, but when he looks up there’s nothing but trust there.
“Shhh, darling, it’s gonna feel so good, promise,” Sam whispers, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead before taking his lips and licking him open impatiently.
Jack moans, struggles against his invisible restraints but lets Sam do what he wants. And Sam knows Jack has enough power to get out of the situation, to throw them both off him and disappear to anywhere else he’d rather be. But Jack likes this, likes the game and likes being their obediant boy, taking whatever they give. Sam’s hands wander down, then, rub gently down Jack’s chest, seeking out to pinch at his nipples, making the boy groan.
Dean, at the same time, leans down to trail kisses on the boy, from his stomach down, tongue dipping softly into his belly button before continuing down to his dick. He pauses for a moment to suck lightly at the tip, tease the slit with his tongue, making Jack jerk, hips wanting to lift up off the bed but Sam’s restraint not letting him. Dean chuckles softly, loving his brother’s filthy mind, then kisses the tip of Jack’s dick one last time before moving lower. His hands come up to spread the boy’s ass cheeks apart and he takes a deep breath, admiring the little pucker before leaning in to drop another kiss there.
Jack moans, loud and open-mouthed now that Sam has let his lips go. Sam looks down at his brother, watches Dean’s head move slightly with every new lick and suck he gives Jack. He pushes a hand gently into Dean’s hair, pushes him back slightly so they can see each other. Since they came down to hell, since Dean became, not just a demon, but his, it’s been easier and easier to talk with glances, and Dean nods with understanding. He loves that, too, the control he has over everyone. The control he has over Dean, who gives it to him so willingly.
Dean lifts three fingers toward Sam who sucks them in hungrily, licks, and sucks hard on them without breaking eye contact. And Dean’s head is spinning, dizzy until Sam lets him go, and he has to blink a few times to remember what he was doing, brings his fingers down to Jack’s rim. He goes slow, one at a time, taking his time to open the boy up because today’s the day. They’ve been prepping for this for some time now, prepping Jack for this. They’ve done almost everything else with the boy, everything that wasn’t actual penetration because despite how badly Sam clearly wants him, his brother is also super protective of him, thinks he could break the boy somehow. Like Jack wasn’t more powerful than the both of them combined, but Dean doesn’t really argue with Sam anymore, no real need to, so they’ve been waiting a while for this. Of course, even now, Sam can’t bring himself to do it, drops it all on Dean, but Dean’s all too happy to oblige.
Jack is trembling now, moaning so loud it must echo in the halls, three fingers stretching him, plugged in as deep as Dean can get them. Sam leans back down over the boy, muffles the noises with a dirty kiss, but turns red, commanding eyes to Dean once he pulls away. It’s time.
Dean smiles at him, dark and sweet, as he pulls out his fingers. Jack whimpers at the loss and at what he knows is coming, Dean getting on the bed to kneel between his open legs. Sam is watching him, red eyes so dark they’re almost black, gliding over every inch of Dean’s exposed skin. He shivers, loves Sam’s attention on him, but doesn’t delay what he knows Sam wants, shuffles closer to Jack and spits generously into his hand. Enjoys the sensation of his own spit-soaked hand running over his dick before lining up against Jack’s hole, takes a breath, and pushes against it until the head of his cock pops in, pauses so they can both adjust. Jack is tight, even with all the prep they’ve done, vice grip around him, and he shivers again, eyes closing.
Jack has his head thrown back, mouth open wide on a long whine, eyes shut closed. Dean starts to push deeper into him and it’s almost too much, a sob escaping him as he feels the prick of tears in the corners of his eyes. But Sam’s mouth is suddenly on him, wet kisses laid over his cheeks, shushing him lightly. Jack takes a deep, shaky breath, tries to enjoy the sting of Dean going deeper, and, suddenly, a jolt of pleasure runs up his spine. He groans, body shaking. Disstantly he can hear Sam and Dean chuckle, someone saying good boy, and he relaxes.
Jack blinks slowly, trying to get the world to come into focus, and the image of Sam, looming over him, swims in front of his eyes. It takes a second but it finally clears and he realizes Sam’s hand is on his jaw, soft fingers holding his mouth open as his dick bumps against Jack’s lips. He looks up to Sam, then, eyes locking on each other as Sam finally manages to push into into his mouth. Jack moans softly, likes having the taste of Sam on his tongue, the uncomfortable stretch of his lips to accommodate him.
Sam pushes deep, reaches the back of his throat, and pushes deeper, wants to choke him. Jack’s eyes slip closed in concentration, but the next moment he’s making noises around Sam’s dick, sending shivers through him. Sam’s hands are gripped on the backboard, eyes following the way Jack’s lips stretch obscenely over him, but he looks over his shoulder, now, at Dean. His brother has started a steady motion, hips rocking back and forth into Jack, slow and shallow but enough to make the boy squirm, and he grins at the sight. He turns back to Jack and pulls out slowly, an inch or two, matching Dean’s pace. But he doesn’t know how Dean does it, the careful control, because the slow push quickly turns to hard shoves, pulling back to the tip, slamming back down Jack’s open throat.
Jack groans as Sam pushes deep again, Dean hitting that perfect spot inside him at the same time, and he thinks he might melt into the mattress. Dean started slow but he’s getting impatient, Jack can tell, his hips bumping hard against him with every new thrust. He feels Dean’s hands close around his hips, fingers digging tightly into his skin, leaving marks, and then Dean slams into him, grinds in deeper at the end, pulls back before Jack can even register it and does it again. It’s too much sensation, body overheating, fingers and toes curled painfully. His eyes are shut tight again, tears dropping, leaving tracks down his cheeks but he’s so unaware of all of it, feels hazzy everywhere.
Dean hits deep again, audible slap of skin on skin, and this time he finds Jack’s prostate again. Jack’s eyes open wide, glowing gold. Everything is distant, barely aware of anything outside himself, but he can hear Sam calling to him, far away.
“Come on, baby, go ahead. Let go. You’ve been such a good boy, Jack. Just let go, now.”
Jack’s orgasm rocks through him, eyes rolling back, shaking violently. His arms and legs draw in automatically, hands looking for purchase in something, anything, finding Sam’s thighs. He holds on tight, silent scream stuck in his throat as his dick unloads onto his own stomach, sticky mess going all over.
Sam pulls out, wants to hear the tiny noises Jack can’t seem to fully get out, watches in wonder as the bed lifts off the ground and the boy breaks the mental control he had on him. Jack’s power is its own entity, encompasses them, and Sam’s hand automatically reaches for his own dick, works quickly as the electric buzz in the air licks at his skin. Let’s the feelings send him to his own orgasm, white stripes painting the headboard, dripping onto Jack’s face.
Dean’s hips are stuttering against the boy, giving in to his own pleasure, tries to pull them as close as possible before he lets go. Coming hard, deep moan ripped from him, filling Jack up.
By the time they’re on the ground again they’re all breathing harshly. Sam moves first, rolling easily off the boy before he crushes him. Moves unsteadily behind Dean, hands coming up softly around Dean’s hips and pulls him back slowly, wants to watch as Dean’s dick slips out, the flutter of Jack’s hole at the loss. The boy whines softly, half lided eyes watching them, breath stuttering at the feeling of Dean’s come flowing out of him. Sam pulls Dean all the way back, out of the way, and kneels at the foot of the bed, eyes glossed over as he watches the creamy liquid. Holds his breath and leans in, pure anticipation. Groans in pleasure when he finally tastes Dean on his tongue, licks as much as he can out of Jack, savoring it.
Jack is whimpering, soft sobs escaping him, oversensitive. When Sam finally straightens up, Dean is still next to him, brows furrowed together, watching him intently. Sam knows everything about Dean, knows how much Dean loves to see Sam needy for him, so he smiles because he knows what it does to Dean, leans in to capture Dean’s lips with his own. It’s messy, come and saliva dripping down his chin, and it isn’t until Jack yawns, load in the silent room, that they pull away. Dean grins, all satisfied confidence, and lets himself be pulled to bed, lets Sam arrange them with Jack in the middle, hands intertwined over the boy. Jack yawns again, cuddles into them with a sleepy smile.
“You were such a good boy today, Jack,” Sam whispers and presses a soft kiss to his hair as he falls asleep.
A breathless laugh escaped the older hunter, grateful forthe ring preventing him from coming too soon as Jack rode him. “You told me notto move, baby. You’ve got the leverage.”
Jack reached out a hand, his fingers sliding across Dean’slips and then inside, pressing down on his tongue as if to pin it in his mouth.“I know.” He swiveled his hips slightly, experimentally, and Dean groanedbrokenly around his fingers as Jack’s body clenched around his cock. “You’re myown personal plaything tonight…and I’m gonna take my time.”
