Eggnog, Supernatural, Mary/John
Title: Eggnog
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Mary/John
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written for snow_blossoms for adventchallenge based on the prompt 'John and Mary's first Christmas together.'
The first Christmas John and Mary spend together is the first one after they'd gotten married. They decide not to make such a big deal out of it, so they're just sitting at home, watching tv and cuddling on the sofa. Until Mary brings out an early present.
"I made eggnog," she says. "You want some?" Without waiting for an answer she pours them both some. She doesn't actually like eggnog all that much, but it is traditional, and the recipe she'd found had promised something extra. Considering the alcohol content she can imagine what the extra is. Still, she drinks her eggnog, and so does John, and it's not long before they're both a bit wasted. Mary climbs into John's lap, arms around his neck.
"I wanna fuck you," she whispers into his ear, and he shivers. "Wanna fuck you so bad, wanna sit on you face until you can't breathe, wanna tie you up and tease you for hours."
John puts his hands on her hips and grinds up against her. He's hard, the eggnog has made both of them horny.
"Yeah, that's good," she moans out. Somewhere in her mind she realizes there is no way they'll be doing anything advanced tonight, both too uncoordinated for that, but that doesn't stop her from talking about it. "I'm gonna lube you up, put my fingers inside you, fuck you so good baby. You want that, right?" John is pushing up her skirt, the one she had put on to be a bit festive, and tearing at her panties. She hears them rip and she can't bring herself to care. She opens his pants and manages to push them down enough to get his dick out of his underwear. Without any ceremony she raises herself up and sinks down on it.
John makes a noise in his throat, and Mary leans forward to bite his neck.
"Yeah, that's good baby, come on, fuck me," she murmurs, and he puts his hands on her hips and starts raising her up and down. She helps, controls the speed and depth, his hands merely an aid. She loves him like this, loves fucking him like this, his strong hands on her body, doing everything she wants. She slips one hand down, starts rubbing her clit. It doesn't take long for her to come, and after she's done, he holds onto her, increases the speed, and then he comes too.
They fall asleep on the sofa, still in their clothes, and Mary has time to think about the horrible hangover she's bound to wake up with before passing out.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Mary/John
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written for snow_blossoms for adventchallenge based on the prompt 'John and Mary's first Christmas together.'
The first Christmas John and Mary spend together is the first one after they'd gotten married. They decide not to make such a big deal out of it, so they're just sitting at home, watching tv and cuddling on the sofa. Until Mary brings out an early present.
"I made eggnog," she says. "You want some?" Without waiting for an answer she pours them both some. She doesn't actually like eggnog all that much, but it is traditional, and the recipe she'd found had promised something extra. Considering the alcohol content she can imagine what the extra is. Still, she drinks her eggnog, and so does John, and it's not long before they're both a bit wasted. Mary climbs into John's lap, arms around his neck.
"I wanna fuck you," she whispers into his ear, and he shivers. "Wanna fuck you so bad, wanna sit on you face until you can't breathe, wanna tie you up and tease you for hours."
John puts his hands on her hips and grinds up against her. He's hard, the eggnog has made both of them horny.
"Yeah, that's good," she moans out. Somewhere in her mind she realizes there is no way they'll be doing anything advanced tonight, both too uncoordinated for that, but that doesn't stop her from talking about it. "I'm gonna lube you up, put my fingers inside you, fuck you so good baby. You want that, right?" John is pushing up her skirt, the one she had put on to be a bit festive, and tearing at her panties. She hears them rip and she can't bring herself to care. She opens his pants and manages to push them down enough to get his dick out of his underwear. Without any ceremony she raises herself up and sinks down on it.
John makes a noise in his throat, and Mary leans forward to bite his neck.
"Yeah, that's good baby, come on, fuck me," she murmurs, and he puts his hands on her hips and starts raising her up and down. She helps, controls the speed and depth, his hands merely an aid. She loves him like this, loves fucking him like this, his strong hands on her body, doing everything she wants. She slips one hand down, starts rubbing her clit. It doesn't take long for her to come, and after she's done, he holds onto her, increases the speed, and then he comes too.
They fall asleep on the sofa, still in their clothes, and Mary has time to think about the horrible hangover she's bound to wake up with before passing out.