More porn: We are a fever [Jared/girl!Jensen, NC-17, 900 words]
Haha first time I've written J2 and it's this. *facepalm*
Title: We are a fever
Wordcount: 900
Rating: NC-17
Content: Menstrual kink
Pairing(s): Jared/girl!Jensen
Summary: For the blindfold_spn prompt: girl!Jensen/Jared, Jensen is menstruating and totally feels gross. She really doesn't want to see Jared for the short period of time that she's bleeding - it's not like they can do anything. Jared's not having it, and even though Jensen feels kinda gross Jared convinces her that he doesn't mind and that's he totally wants to go down on her.
Jensen feels like shit, she aches all over and it seems like the day’s shoot is never going to end. All she wants to do is curl up in bed and die, maybe take a hot bath to try and ease her cramps. She doesn’t want to run around in the freezing cold and get tackled into the dirt again.
She wraps Deanna’s leather jacket tight around herself and tries not to look too miserable. It’s late and this is the last scene of the day, everyone wants to go home.
“Suck it up, princess,” she mutters to herself, taking a deep breath.
“Who’s a princess?” Jared asks, appearing from somewhere behind her and throwing an arm over her shoulders.
“You are, sweetheart,” she says, leaning into him slightly. “The prettiest one in the land.”
“Guess that makes you Prince Charming,” he says with a grin. “Gonna slay the dragon and deflower me? That could be an interesting game.”
“Sounds fun,” Jensen replies with a sigh. “But it’ll have to wait. It’s hell week, and I feel like crap.”
Jared rubs her back, but before he can reply they get the call that it’s time to start shooting. Time for Jensen to eat dirt again.
When they finally get home, Jensen heads straight to the bathroom and then to her bedroom. They haven’t really talked about this since they got together; Jensen spends most nights in Jared’s room but she likes to know she still has her own space to retreat to.
She finds a pair of baggy sweatpants and one of Jared’s t-shirts, and crawls into bed and under the covers. She doesn’t expect Jared ten minutes later, setting a glass of water and some painkillers on the nightstand and slipping into bed with her.
“Hey,” she says, twisting to look at him. “It’s cool, you don’t have to. Put a rain check on it for a few days.”
“Shh,” Jared says, kissing her neck. “You don’t have to do anything, just let me take care of you.”
And with that, he’s slipping under the covers, rolling her onto her back.
His hands slid up her hips and under her shirt, smoothing over her belly, and Jensen instinctively pushes them away.
“Don’t,” she murmurs. “C’mon, man, I’m all gross.”
He drops his hands away and kisses her instead. “Wanna make you feel good.” His lips are soft against her skin, rough hint of stubble from his cheek scrapping her thigh, and damn, she wants to let him, wants something to ease the ache. He lifts his head to look at her and she nods, lip caught between her teeth.
Jared plants another kiss on her stomach, fingers slipping into the waistband of her sweatpants, and with a quick look up at her face, tugs them down and off, taking her panties and, oh god, the sanitary pad she prefers to use at night, with them.
“There we go,” he says quietly, fingers stroking lightly over her cunt, coming away bloody.
“Gonna mess up the sheets,” Jensen breathes.
“I’ll wash them,” she feels the words as much as hears them, his just brushing skin.
She gasps when he licks around her opening, stroking her hip again, the trailing down to rub at her clit while his other hand slips between her legs, opening her up. His tongue pushes inside, pulling out and licking all over her pussy then back up inside her. Jensen feels herself flush with arousal and embarrassment, moaning despite herself and Jared mirrors it, a low rumble that vibrates through her.
“God, you taste amazing,” Jared says, pulling back.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Jensen bites out, squirming away a little.
“I’m serious,” Jared says, thumbing over her clit, fingers sliding through her wetness. “Christ, Jen, so fucking hot.”
He buries his face in her pussy again, tongue trailing over her clit and back down, licking and sucking at her.
“Always wanted to try this,” Jared says, punctuating each word with a swipe of his tongue. “Every month you go and disappear on me; don’t let me look after you like I want too. Fuck, I knew it’d be good.”
She lets out a sound embarrassingly close to a whine when he fucks his tongue into her, sharp pressure making her hips buck.
“So fucking filthy, Jen,” he moves away again, dark eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Want me to lick you clean?”
Jensen can’t find words, just nods helplessly. He must have blood all over his mouth, on his tongue; Jensen’s back arches, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. She feels him smile against her thigh before sucking at her clit, hands straying up and under her shirt, rubbing at her breasts, mouth all over her cunt. Everything feels so sensitive; too much, but she wants more, her whole body feels electric, lit up and white hot as she comes.
Jared cleans her up afterwards, all tender and careful, before crawling up to lie beside her. He kisses her open mouthed and she tastes herself on his tongue; thicker, headier than usual.
“Feel any better?” he asks, curling around her and settling against the pillows.
“Mmm,” Jensen feels like she’s floating far away, body warm and heavy. “Better than any painkillers I’ve tried. Thanks.”
It seems like a stupid thing to say, but Jared just laughs. “Anytime.”
Title: We are a fever
Wordcount: 900
Rating: NC-17
Content: Menstrual kink
Pairing(s): Jared/girl!Jensen
Summary: For the blindfold_spn prompt: girl!Jensen/Jared, Jensen is menstruating and totally feels gross. She really doesn't want to see Jared for the short period of time that she's bleeding - it's not like they can do anything. Jared's not having it, and even though Jensen feels kinda gross Jared convinces her that he doesn't mind and that's he totally wants to go down on her.
Jensen feels like shit, she aches all over and it seems like the day’s shoot is never going to end. All she wants to do is curl up in bed and die, maybe take a hot bath to try and ease her cramps. She doesn’t want to run around in the freezing cold and get tackled into the dirt again.
She wraps Deanna’s leather jacket tight around herself and tries not to look too miserable. It’s late and this is the last scene of the day, everyone wants to go home.
“Suck it up, princess,” she mutters to herself, taking a deep breath.
“Who’s a princess?” Jared asks, appearing from somewhere behind her and throwing an arm over her shoulders.
“You are, sweetheart,” she says, leaning into him slightly. “The prettiest one in the land.”
“Guess that makes you Prince Charming,” he says with a grin. “Gonna slay the dragon and deflower me? That could be an interesting game.”
“Sounds fun,” Jensen replies with a sigh. “But it’ll have to wait. It’s hell week, and I feel like crap.”
Jared rubs her back, but before he can reply they get the call that it’s time to start shooting. Time for Jensen to eat dirt again.
When they finally get home, Jensen heads straight to the bathroom and then to her bedroom. They haven’t really talked about this since they got together; Jensen spends most nights in Jared’s room but she likes to know she still has her own space to retreat to.
She finds a pair of baggy sweatpants and one of Jared’s t-shirts, and crawls into bed and under the covers. She doesn’t expect Jared ten minutes later, setting a glass of water and some painkillers on the nightstand and slipping into bed with her.
“Hey,” she says, twisting to look at him. “It’s cool, you don’t have to. Put a rain check on it for a few days.”
“Shh,” Jared says, kissing her neck. “You don’t have to do anything, just let me take care of you.”
And with that, he’s slipping under the covers, rolling her onto her back.
His hands slid up her hips and under her shirt, smoothing over her belly, and Jensen instinctively pushes them away.
“Don’t,” she murmurs. “C’mon, man, I’m all gross.”
He drops his hands away and kisses her instead. “Wanna make you feel good.” His lips are soft against her skin, rough hint of stubble from his cheek scrapping her thigh, and damn, she wants to let him, wants something to ease the ache. He lifts his head to look at her and she nods, lip caught between her teeth.
Jared plants another kiss on her stomach, fingers slipping into the waistband of her sweatpants, and with a quick look up at her face, tugs them down and off, taking her panties and, oh god, the sanitary pad she prefers to use at night, with them.
“There we go,” he says quietly, fingers stroking lightly over her cunt, coming away bloody.
“Gonna mess up the sheets,” Jensen breathes.
“I’ll wash them,” she feels the words as much as hears them, his just brushing skin.
She gasps when he licks around her opening, stroking her hip again, the trailing down to rub at her clit while his other hand slips between her legs, opening her up. His tongue pushes inside, pulling out and licking all over her pussy then back up inside her. Jensen feels herself flush with arousal and embarrassment, moaning despite herself and Jared mirrors it, a low rumble that vibrates through her.
“God, you taste amazing,” Jared says, pulling back.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Jensen bites out, squirming away a little.
“I’m serious,” Jared says, thumbing over her clit, fingers sliding through her wetness. “Christ, Jen, so fucking hot.”
He buries his face in her pussy again, tongue trailing over her clit and back down, licking and sucking at her.
“Always wanted to try this,” Jared says, punctuating each word with a swipe of his tongue. “Every month you go and disappear on me; don’t let me look after you like I want too. Fuck, I knew it’d be good.”
She lets out a sound embarrassingly close to a whine when he fucks his tongue into her, sharp pressure making her hips buck.
“So fucking filthy, Jen,” he moves away again, dark eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Want me to lick you clean?”
Jensen can’t find words, just nods helplessly. He must have blood all over his mouth, on his tongue; Jensen’s back arches, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. She feels him smile against her thigh before sucking at her clit, hands straying up and under her shirt, rubbing at her breasts, mouth all over her cunt. Everything feels so sensitive; too much, but she wants more, her whole body feels electric, lit up and white hot as she comes.
Jared cleans her up afterwards, all tender and careful, before crawling up to lie beside her. He kisses her open mouthed and she tastes herself on his tongue; thicker, headier than usual.
“Feel any better?” he asks, curling around her and settling against the pillows.
“Mmm,” Jensen feels like she’s floating far away, body warm and heavy. “Better than any painkillers I’ve tried. Thanks.”
It seems like a stupid thing to say, but Jared just laughs. “Anytime.”