You're Early [Mary/Azazel]
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hysteriaTitle: You’re Early
Author:hysteria
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mary/Azazel, John Winchester
Word Count: 1,349
Warnings: Dub-Con, Angst
Summary: He’s been watching, and getting fed up with waiting, written for a prompt at the Supernatural kink meme.
Prompt: #40 Sight.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
She's gripping the knife like it's a life line, not that it'll help, but it makes her feel better, "You said ten years."
He flashes his teeth and Mary has to remind herself that it's not John smiling back at her, "I'm not here about my end of the deal, not yet anyways."
"Then--"
"Why am I here?" he moved to stand in front of her, "Well I just want to make sure you two are on the right path you know, I mean haven't you waited long enough?"
"Long enough for what?" she stared up at him, eyes glazed over.
"Oh, don't cry Mary, I'm just borrowing lover boys body. I promise not to hurt him." he laughed, letting his hand slip onto her wrist, "But you gotta promise not to hurt me." he let his hand graze over the knife and pulled it from her grip, "Don't want any accidents."
She stood up suddenly, her face barely reaching his neck; “I asked why you were here,” she hissed “It hasn’t been ten years, and Dean is--”
“Asleep. Won’t hear a thing, so just clam yourself down sweetheart, I just want to talk.” he moved around her and plopped down on the couch, lounging his legs just like John would. He patted the empty space next to him, “Have a seat.”
Her knees were shaky, when she sat down John--Azazel’s hand landed on her leg, “Calm down Mary, just got a few questions.” When she stilled he smiled an twisted to look at her, “So Dean’s rounding what almost three years old?” her throat tightened when she nodded, “Isn’t it about time you started on baby number two?”
“Who says we want two kids?” she bit out, fingers clutching at the couch.
“I say you do sweetheart, and it’s time to get that bun in the oven; if you catch my drift.” he placed a hand in her hair, twirling a strand, “Now I can help you with that, or you can help yourself; but I’m done waiting.”
She didn’t move to answer and he let his hand drift down to her shoulder, pulling at the strap of her shirt “I’ve got no problem helping, sweetheart, keep that in mind.” she jerked her shoulder away, “John wants to wait.” she says.
He laughs, “Lover boy’s opinions aren’t my problem.”
“But we’re--”
“Being safe? Also not my problem.” he sighed and put his fingers to the hem of John’s shirt, “Well then, let’s get this going.” he pulled it up and off, fingers pulling at his belt and jeans.
“What’re you doing?” she tired to scoot back from the couch without being obvious, “I’m not--”
“You are.” he lifted his hips and let pushed his jean’s down to pool at his ankles, “You’ve made it obvious that John isn’t going to let up, so I’m going to make the move for him.” he looked at her face, twisting in fear and anger and laughed again, “Don’t you remember that kiss we shared? There was something there Mary, no use denying it. It’s like you’ve been asking for it.”
“I don’t want--”
“You don’t want me? What the yellow eyes a turn off? Don’t worry, you can call me John, the lean mean Marine.” he laughed, pushing his boxers off; erection now painfully obvious. “C’mon Mary, you don’t want to have Dean wake up to his parents have sex do you? That’ll really mess a kid up.”
She opened her mouth again to speak and he brought a finger-tip to her lips, “We do this, I won’t bug you until it’s time. You don’t, John’s going to go on a murdering spree, and’ll lucky to get the death penalty when I’m through.” he gave a toothy grin again, what little bit of John that was left shining through.
“Okay.”
He nodded, “Okay, let me see you then sweetheart.” he leaned back on the couch, still facing her as she pulled her tank top over her head, “As gorgeous as I think you are sweetheart, we’re on a bit of a time crunch, I’ll save the strip tease for next time.”
She grit her teeth when she felt his hands move behind her back to unclasp her bra, her own hands working at her pants, wiggling her hips to get them to slide to the floor. He smiled when he looked at her in full view “A vision,” he smiled “just like I imagined.” she didn’t comment on the fact that it was obvious he’d been watching for a long time, just shut her eyes as, not-John’s calloused hands grazed over her skin.
He lifted himself up until he was hovering over her, letting his teeth graze over collarbone, and then her bare breast, she arched up into his mouth out of reflex. “Taste so good Mary,” his mouth was on her stomach, teeth digging into her hip bones, “just like I knew you would.” he left a sticky trail of kissed back up her body before locking his mouth onto hers. Teeth grating together, his tongue raking against hers, her cheeks were flushed by the time he came up for air, smirked painted across his face.
His mouth moved back to her neck as he maneuvered his hand between them, lining himself up he moved his mouth to her hear, “Deep breath now sweetheart.” he pushed in all at once, his hips grinding into hers savoring the way her breath caught as lifted his hips for shallow thrusts, “So wet Mary, and you tried to pretend like you didn’t want it.”
She didn’t close her eyes, she watched his head move up and down her chest, alternating between biting and kissing, listening to the way he spoke, like he’d always been there. “You were always mine Mary,” he groaned, thrusting deeper as he felt himself closer to release; his eyes bright yellow now staring down at her, and Mary teetering on the edge herself “from the time I killed lover boy, to the moment I brought him back. Always mine.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in one final time, before holding himself there while they both rode out their orgasm, “Always mine.”
He’d already gotten off of her by the time she’d come down, her face flushed and covered in sweat, looking over at the demon who was staring out the window with a smile on his lips, he turned around and looked back at her smiled disappearing, “See you in a little over a year sweetheart,” his eyes flashed yellow and smoke rushed from John’s mouth out the window, his body collapsing on the floor. She shut her eyes in silent thanks, that John remained unconscious, she pulled him up onto the couch and put his clothes back in order.
By the time she made it to the bathroom she’d already removed the rest of her clothing, the hot water of the shower washing everything away. She wasn’t prepared for John to walk in though, bare feet padding against the tile floor, she could hear him breathing from behind the curtain.
“Mary--” he stopped he lifted a hand to his head, scratching at his hair “did I…drink tonight?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing “No,” her voice was tighter than she expected “not that I know of John.”
She could imagine his face now, wretched in confusion, “Okay, it’s just…never mind; weird ass dream.” he walked away and she let out a shaky breath when she heard the door close, John couldn’t remember, it was better that way.
It’d been almost 4 months now, and Mary stomach was beginning to round-- much to John’s enjoyment, said he loved the way she looked pregnant.
If the demon wasn’t lying, he’d be coming back to the house in 11 months, but that didn’t stop him from watching; sometimes it’s the post man’s eyes that flash yellow, sometimes it’s the local paper boy.
She knows he’s watching, and that the hunter inside of her should be fighting back; but she can’t help but just watch him back.
Author:
hysteriaRating: NC-17
Pairing: Mary/Azazel, John Winchester
Word Count: 1,349
Warnings: Dub-Con, Angst
Summary: He’s been watching, and getting fed up with waiting, written for a prompt at the Supernatural kink meme.
Prompt: #40 Sight.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
She's gripping the knife like it's a life line, not that it'll help, but it makes her feel better, "You said ten years."
He flashes his teeth and Mary has to remind herself that it's not John smiling back at her, "I'm not here about my end of the deal, not yet anyways."
"Then--"
"Why am I here?" he moved to stand in front of her, "Well I just want to make sure you two are on the right path you know, I mean haven't you waited long enough?"
"Long enough for what?" she stared up at him, eyes glazed over.
"Oh, don't cry Mary, I'm just borrowing lover boys body. I promise not to hurt him." he laughed, letting his hand slip onto her wrist, "But you gotta promise not to hurt me." he let his hand graze over the knife and pulled it from her grip, "Don't want any accidents."
She stood up suddenly, her face barely reaching his neck; “I asked why you were here,” she hissed “It hasn’t been ten years, and Dean is--”
“Asleep. Won’t hear a thing, so just clam yourself down sweetheart, I just want to talk.” he moved around her and plopped down on the couch, lounging his legs just like John would. He patted the empty space next to him, “Have a seat.”
Her knees were shaky, when she sat down John--Azazel’s hand landed on her leg, “Calm down Mary, just got a few questions.” When she stilled he smiled an twisted to look at her, “So Dean’s rounding what almost three years old?” her throat tightened when she nodded, “Isn’t it about time you started on baby number two?”
“Who says we want two kids?” she bit out, fingers clutching at the couch.
“I say you do sweetheart, and it’s time to get that bun in the oven; if you catch my drift.” he placed a hand in her hair, twirling a strand, “Now I can help you with that, or you can help yourself; but I’m done waiting.”
She didn’t move to answer and he let his hand drift down to her shoulder, pulling at the strap of her shirt “I’ve got no problem helping, sweetheart, keep that in mind.” she jerked her shoulder away, “John wants to wait.” she says.
He laughs, “Lover boy’s opinions aren’t my problem.”
“But we’re--”
“Being safe? Also not my problem.” he sighed and put his fingers to the hem of John’s shirt, “Well then, let’s get this going.” he pulled it up and off, fingers pulling at his belt and jeans.
“What’re you doing?” she tired to scoot back from the couch without being obvious, “I’m not--”
“You are.” he lifted his hips and let pushed his jean’s down to pool at his ankles, “You’ve made it obvious that John isn’t going to let up, so I’m going to make the move for him.” he looked at her face, twisting in fear and anger and laughed again, “Don’t you remember that kiss we shared? There was something there Mary, no use denying it. It’s like you’ve been asking for it.”
“I don’t want--”
“You don’t want me? What the yellow eyes a turn off? Don’t worry, you can call me John, the lean mean Marine.” he laughed, pushing his boxers off; erection now painfully obvious. “C’mon Mary, you don’t want to have Dean wake up to his parents have sex do you? That’ll really mess a kid up.”
She opened her mouth again to speak and he brought a finger-tip to her lips, “We do this, I won’t bug you until it’s time. You don’t, John’s going to go on a murdering spree, and’ll lucky to get the death penalty when I’m through.” he gave a toothy grin again, what little bit of John that was left shining through.
“Okay.”
He nodded, “Okay, let me see you then sweetheart.” he leaned back on the couch, still facing her as she pulled her tank top over her head, “As gorgeous as I think you are sweetheart, we’re on a bit of a time crunch, I’ll save the strip tease for next time.”
She grit her teeth when she felt his hands move behind her back to unclasp her bra, her own hands working at her pants, wiggling her hips to get them to slide to the floor. He smiled when he looked at her in full view “A vision,” he smiled “just like I imagined.” she didn’t comment on the fact that it was obvious he’d been watching for a long time, just shut her eyes as, not-John’s calloused hands grazed over her skin.
He lifted himself up until he was hovering over her, letting his teeth graze over collarbone, and then her bare breast, she arched up into his mouth out of reflex. “Taste so good Mary,” his mouth was on her stomach, teeth digging into her hip bones, “just like I knew you would.” he left a sticky trail of kissed back up her body before locking his mouth onto hers. Teeth grating together, his tongue raking against hers, her cheeks were flushed by the time he came up for air, smirked painted across his face.
His mouth moved back to her neck as he maneuvered his hand between them, lining himself up he moved his mouth to her hear, “Deep breath now sweetheart.” he pushed in all at once, his hips grinding into hers savoring the way her breath caught as lifted his hips for shallow thrusts, “So wet Mary, and you tried to pretend like you didn’t want it.”
She didn’t close her eyes, she watched his head move up and down her chest, alternating between biting and kissing, listening to the way he spoke, like he’d always been there. “You were always mine Mary,” he groaned, thrusting deeper as he felt himself closer to release; his eyes bright yellow now staring down at her, and Mary teetering on the edge herself “from the time I killed lover boy, to the moment I brought him back. Always mine.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in one final time, before holding himself there while they both rode out their orgasm, “Always mine.”
He’d already gotten off of her by the time she’d come down, her face flushed and covered in sweat, looking over at the demon who was staring out the window with a smile on his lips, he turned around and looked back at her smiled disappearing, “See you in a little over a year sweetheart,” his eyes flashed yellow and smoke rushed from John’s mouth out the window, his body collapsing on the floor. She shut her eyes in silent thanks, that John remained unconscious, she pulled him up onto the couch and put his clothes back in order.
By the time she made it to the bathroom she’d already removed the rest of her clothing, the hot water of the shower washing everything away. She wasn’t prepared for John to walk in though, bare feet padding against the tile floor, she could hear him breathing from behind the curtain.
“Mary--” he stopped he lifted a hand to his head, scratching at his hair “did I…drink tonight?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing “No,” her voice was tighter than she expected “not that I know of John.”
She could imagine his face now, wretched in confusion, “Okay, it’s just…never mind; weird ass dream.” he walked away and she let out a shaky breath when she heard the door close, John couldn’t remember, it was better that way.
It’d been almost 4 months now, and Mary stomach was beginning to round-- much to John’s enjoyment, said he loved the way she looked pregnant.
If the demon wasn’t lying, he’d be coming back to the house in 11 months, but that didn’t stop him from watching; sometimes it’s the post man’s eyes that flash yellow, sometimes it’s the local paper boy.
She knows he’s watching, and that the hunter inside of her should be fighting back; but she can’t help but just watch him back.
