so like... what if sam had a daddy kink and dean was fucking him hard and fast with two fingers rubbing his clit and his dick bruising up his little brothers insides. his mouth is hot on sammys jaw, biting, sucking and bruising and sam is so overstimulated, his thighs are quivering and his lower lip is trembling and he's not even moaning anymore just letting out little hurt gasps that make dean lift him up and fuck into him harder. sams long legs wrapping quickly around his hips as dean fists his hair and
and its so rough and good and sam can feel dean everywhere, inside, knows dean will never let him fall, has known this since he woke up from his first nightmare and crawled into his big brother's bed instead of his father's.
dean bites at his lower lip and grabs sams ass, grinds them together and sam is close. so close, and so out of it that the word just slips out.
"daddy," gasped and wretched and shameful as his body is wrought with spasms. a single word and dean cums immediately, fucking them both through it brutally, so that sam lets out a pained sob when dean presses him back against the matress. sam doesn't say it again though, mouth almost screwed shut as dean fucks him and twists his nipples and bruises his thighs, as tears slide down his face.
dean fucks him again and again until he gets what he wants, that word sobbed again and again, chanted like prayer. like truth.
