Room with a View
Title: Room with a View
Author: a_biting_smile
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Danneel
Word Count: ~1,200
Warnings/Spoilers/kinks: enema, plug, first time
Author's Note: I know diddly about this kink but I do like the idea of Jensen's belly and Danneel being in charge of it, so that was really the appeal. This was another fill for November's spnkink_meme: "Danneel tries giving Jensen an enema for the first time. They both like it a lot more than they expected. Jensen/Gen would also be fine."
Repeat disclaimer: I've gotten a little more receptive to the idea of RPF, mostly because I don't see it as the actual human beings being used, but their ... clones? It's a way to explore things that I can't really shoehorn into the SPN universe or simply don't work with the personalities of Sam and Dean. Just borrowing the bodies. And I sincerely doubt either guy (or their wives!) will stumble on this nonsense.
Concrit and giggling (or squirming) wholeheartedly welcomed!
Danneel set a kiss to Jensen’s freckled shoulder. “You ready?”
“I was born ready,” he said. Expectedly. But it still made her grin into his back, his skin damp, clean and warm from the shower they’d just shared. His hair stuck up in rowdy spikes, longer than he was allowed to keep it during filming, and the cheek he rubbed across her forehead was rough with several day’s worth of whisker.
They’d debated long and hard about the finishes in the master bath, and it was quickly becoming their favorite room in the new house. The shower stall, large enough to fit half a dozen bodies, opened wide and unobstructed to showcase a ridiculously pricy-and private-ocean view. With its pale, glass-tiled walls, luxe marble and waterfall showerhead in the ceiling, Danneel was always coming up with new and inventive ways to spend more time in the shower. And as usual, Jensen was game.
The sky beyond the picture window was bright and blue, almost surreal. A perfect lazy Sunday afternoon. Danneel guided Jensen to face it, the color reflecting in his eyes as she kissed his chin, plucked delicately at his nipples. Jensen grinned, as he always did. Cocky. So fucking handsome.
Without another word, she worked her way around him, a hand always on him somewhere, on a hard bicep or tickling up his flank, sliding down to his perfectly formed ass. She had everything ready because Danneel always did her homework. It was the very least she could do, as this was all her idea. Her desire to call the shots. Her curiosity to see how much he could take, the sounds he would make, and what he’d look like as his belly filled and rounded out…if it would even happen at all. Might take them several tries. She was more than happy to be persistent, as long as he was willing, too.
She flipped open the lube’s lid; the small snick echoed large in their cavernous bath. A healthy squeeze onto her fingertips, and Danneel was slipping inside Jensen’s hole. He hummed pleasantly, tight, but widened his stance a bit to accommodate her. The muscles of his back cruised under his skin, flexing. God, she loved his back. She pressed her tits onto it as she worked her fingers in micro-movements. Once she felt him relax, she pulled out and picked up the nozzle end of the thin tube.
“Last chance to pussy out,” she said in his ear, and he just chuckled. She knew he wouldn’t. He never did.
She slid the nozzle into his ass as he exhaled, his hand lifting to the shower wall for balance. Danneel slowly raised the filled bag overhead and warm water began a leisurely trek down the tube. She watched him for signs of distress, touching his side, feeling him breathe.
“Warm,” he murmured.
“Not too warm?”
“Nope. Perfect. Feels-” He paused, swaying slightly.
“Jen?”
“Feels good.”
“Talk to me. Tell me more.” Danneel’s hand curled around his side to his abdomen, flat to the growing warmth of his lower belly. Or at least she imagined it was warming, filling with the lightly salted water she’d so carefully heated.
Jensen didn’t answer straight away. He canted his head back as if pondering something out the window. Danneel definitely felt him start to swell, so sensitive to every shift in her husband’s body. He had the tiniest bit of extra weight on his middle-his Hiatus Five, he called it-softening his profile and now, it began to bow outward.
“Feeling full,” Jensen said almost thoughtfully. “Tight.”
Danneel lifted the bag a little higher, watching it empty. “Is it…nice?”
Jensen hummed again, a deep rumble in his chest.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Danneel smiled to herself and let the bag empty into him. She brushed her fingertips lightly over his small bump and he shivered. “More?”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I-”
“You can do it,” she coaxed, knowing full well what it did to him when she let that honey drift into her voice. She connected the second waiting bag and Jensen threw a smile at her over his shoulder.
The water started flowing again and he grunted, swaying his back. The position pressed his stomach out farther, perhaps more comfortable for him, definitely did amazing things to his ass. Danneel draped across his backside, her hand pressing circles over his growing belly until she brushed his cock, finding it hard and bouncing with every little move he made. The revelation shot a wave of heat between her legs.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she murmured into his skin, hurting to grind into him but if she did, she might dislodge the tube and she wanted to keep filling him up, taut and swollen until he moaned. He could take the second bag of water for her, she was sure. “Almost there.”
He’d been holding his breath, and he let it out with a huff, squirming. His free hand dropped to his cock.
“Slowly, slowly,” Danneel insisted, rubbing his bloat, marveling at the way it felt under her cupped hand. So heavy. “Talk to me, Jensen.”
“Cramps,” he said through gritted teeth.
Danneel eyed the second bag, nearly drained. “Does it help if I rub? Like this?” She pressed his stomach and it just barely gave under the pressure.
His breathing picked up and she felt him quiver, the motion of his arm quickening as he tried to jerk off, but Danneel stilled his hand, thumbing over his slit. Jensen let out a small, quivering whine.
“Not until you’re full, okay?”
“I’m full.”
“Almost, Jen. How gorgeous you are. So close.” She stroked the length of his cock, pressed it into the great hill of his belly so that she could feel them both. Selfish of her, yes, but he was so fucking hot like this. Strong, engorged, doing it all for her.
When the last of the water left the bag, she stopped stroking him long enough to grab the plug she had waiting in the soap dish. She slowly slid the tube from his ass, eliciting a deep plead from him as she plugged the water inside. She just had to get a better view, if he could stand it.
“Shit,” he hissed, flipping around to lean back against the shower wall, his midsection distended like a huge, freckled pear. His dick was blushing and thick beneath, and Danneel touched herself as she watched him squirm, his teeth bared in discomfort. “I can’t help it, it hurts, but god, Dani, fuck me. Fuck me.”
“Yes, I’ll fuck you.” And she did, right there in the shower, on the unforgiving marble. Jensen, hard and bloated. Danneel, urgent and so incredibly wet, she could barely wait. His eyes watered; he clearly ached but let her ride him. She rubbed herself on his stomach and cock, coming on a shout, Jensen grunting his own finish inside her until he was panting. Danneel smiled breathlessly, slid down his body, disheveled and spent.
“I’ve gotta…” he wheezed and she wiped the sweat from his face with her hands as he sagged. His lips quirked in an exhausted grin and when he shifted, he winced, his hands going to his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, twining her fingers with his, atop the crest of his stretched middle. And you’ll make the most amazing father, she said to herself, smiling, palming her own tiny belly that had yet to show any hint of the baby inside.
Author: a_biting_smile
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Jensen/Danneel
Word Count: ~1,200
Warnings/Spoilers/kinks: enema, plug, first time
Author's Note: I know diddly about this kink but I do like the idea of Jensen's belly and Danneel being in charge of it, so that was really the appeal. This was another fill for November's spnkink_meme: "Danneel tries giving Jensen an enema for the first time. They both like it a lot more than they expected. Jensen/Gen would also be fine."
Repeat disclaimer: I've gotten a little more receptive to the idea of RPF, mostly because I don't see it as the actual human beings being used, but their ... clones? It's a way to explore things that I can't really shoehorn into the SPN universe or simply don't work with the personalities of Sam and Dean. Just borrowing the bodies. And I sincerely doubt either guy (or their wives!) will stumble on this nonsense.
Concrit and giggling (or squirming) wholeheartedly welcomed!
Danneel set a kiss to Jensen’s freckled shoulder. “You ready?”
“I was born ready,” he said. Expectedly. But it still made her grin into his back, his skin damp, clean and warm from the shower they’d just shared. His hair stuck up in rowdy spikes, longer than he was allowed to keep it during filming, and the cheek he rubbed across her forehead was rough with several day’s worth of whisker.
They’d debated long and hard about the finishes in the master bath, and it was quickly becoming their favorite room in the new house. The shower stall, large enough to fit half a dozen bodies, opened wide and unobstructed to showcase a ridiculously pricy-and private-ocean view. With its pale, glass-tiled walls, luxe marble and waterfall showerhead in the ceiling, Danneel was always coming up with new and inventive ways to spend more time in the shower. And as usual, Jensen was game.
The sky beyond the picture window was bright and blue, almost surreal. A perfect lazy Sunday afternoon. Danneel guided Jensen to face it, the color reflecting in his eyes as she kissed his chin, plucked delicately at his nipples. Jensen grinned, as he always did. Cocky. So fucking handsome.
Without another word, she worked her way around him, a hand always on him somewhere, on a hard bicep or tickling up his flank, sliding down to his perfectly formed ass. She had everything ready because Danneel always did her homework. It was the very least she could do, as this was all her idea. Her desire to call the shots. Her curiosity to see how much he could take, the sounds he would make, and what he’d look like as his belly filled and rounded out…if it would even happen at all. Might take them several tries. She was more than happy to be persistent, as long as he was willing, too.
She flipped open the lube’s lid; the small snick echoed large in their cavernous bath. A healthy squeeze onto her fingertips, and Danneel was slipping inside Jensen’s hole. He hummed pleasantly, tight, but widened his stance a bit to accommodate her. The muscles of his back cruised under his skin, flexing. God, she loved his back. She pressed her tits onto it as she worked her fingers in micro-movements. Once she felt him relax, she pulled out and picked up the nozzle end of the thin tube.
“Last chance to pussy out,” she said in his ear, and he just chuckled. She knew he wouldn’t. He never did.
She slid the nozzle into his ass as he exhaled, his hand lifting to the shower wall for balance. Danneel slowly raised the filled bag overhead and warm water began a leisurely trek down the tube. She watched him for signs of distress, touching his side, feeling him breathe.
“Warm,” he murmured.
“Not too warm?”
“Nope. Perfect. Feels-” He paused, swaying slightly.
“Jen?”
“Feels good.”
“Talk to me. Tell me more.” Danneel’s hand curled around his side to his abdomen, flat to the growing warmth of his lower belly. Or at least she imagined it was warming, filling with the lightly salted water she’d so carefully heated.
Jensen didn’t answer straight away. He canted his head back as if pondering something out the window. Danneel definitely felt him start to swell, so sensitive to every shift in her husband’s body. He had the tiniest bit of extra weight on his middle-his Hiatus Five, he called it-softening his profile and now, it began to bow outward.
“Feeling full,” Jensen said almost thoughtfully. “Tight.”
Danneel lifted the bag a little higher, watching it empty. “Is it…nice?”
Jensen hummed again, a deep rumble in his chest.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Danneel smiled to herself and let the bag empty into him. She brushed her fingertips lightly over his small bump and he shivered. “More?”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I-”
“You can do it,” she coaxed, knowing full well what it did to him when she let that honey drift into her voice. She connected the second waiting bag and Jensen threw a smile at her over his shoulder.
The water started flowing again and he grunted, swaying his back. The position pressed his stomach out farther, perhaps more comfortable for him, definitely did amazing things to his ass. Danneel draped across his backside, her hand pressing circles over his growing belly until she brushed his cock, finding it hard and bouncing with every little move he made. The revelation shot a wave of heat between her legs.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she murmured into his skin, hurting to grind into him but if she did, she might dislodge the tube and she wanted to keep filling him up, taut and swollen until he moaned. He could take the second bag of water for her, she was sure. “Almost there.”
He’d been holding his breath, and he let it out with a huff, squirming. His free hand dropped to his cock.
“Slowly, slowly,” Danneel insisted, rubbing his bloat, marveling at the way it felt under her cupped hand. So heavy. “Talk to me, Jensen.”
“Cramps,” he said through gritted teeth.
Danneel eyed the second bag, nearly drained. “Does it help if I rub? Like this?” She pressed his stomach and it just barely gave under the pressure.
His breathing picked up and she felt him quiver, the motion of his arm quickening as he tried to jerk off, but Danneel stilled his hand, thumbing over his slit. Jensen let out a small, quivering whine.
“Not until you’re full, okay?”
“I’m full.”
“Almost, Jen. How gorgeous you are. So close.” She stroked the length of his cock, pressed it into the great hill of his belly so that she could feel them both. Selfish of her, yes, but he was so fucking hot like this. Strong, engorged, doing it all for her.
When the last of the water left the bag, she stopped stroking him long enough to grab the plug she had waiting in the soap dish. She slowly slid the tube from his ass, eliciting a deep plead from him as she plugged the water inside. She just had to get a better view, if he could stand it.
“Shit,” he hissed, flipping around to lean back against the shower wall, his midsection distended like a huge, freckled pear. His dick was blushing and thick beneath, and Danneel touched herself as she watched him squirm, his teeth bared in discomfort. “I can’t help it, it hurts, but god, Dani, fuck me. Fuck me.”
“Yes, I’ll fuck you.” And she did, right there in the shower, on the unforgiving marble. Jensen, hard and bloated. Danneel, urgent and so incredibly wet, she could barely wait. His eyes watered; he clearly ached but let her ride him. She rubbed herself on his stomach and cock, coming on a shout, Jensen grunting his own finish inside her until he was panting. Danneel smiled breathlessly, slid down his body, disheveled and spent.
“I’ve gotta…” he wheezed and she wiped the sweat from his face with her hands as he sagged. His lips quirked in an exhausted grin and when he shifted, he winced, his hands going to his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, twining her fingers with his, atop the crest of his stretched middle. And you’ll make the most amazing father, she said to herself, smiling, palming her own tiny belly that had yet to show any hint of the baby inside.