Fic: Can’t Be Helped [Jared/Jensen, NC-17, non-con warning]
So, here is a fic. It's here because friends convinced me that there are people who will stick with me, kinks and all. It's quite a bit harder than anything else I've posted here, so please check the warnings. Anon comments are on but screened.
Title: Can’t Be Helped
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen, PWP
Wordcount: 6.5k
Warnings: Non-con (rape fantasy, but written as real for the majority of the fic), violence, rough sex, humiliating language
Summary/Notes: Written for this prompt found at blindfold_spn and later reposted here to spnkink_meme:
Jensen's ultimate fantasy involves being pinned against the wall and roughly fucked as he's called a slut, a whore, nothing more than a hole to fuck. He wants to be forced. Jared being Jared, though, Jared can't help but mention how much he loves Jensen's ass, how pretty he thinks Jensen is, etc--even when his hand is pressing Jensen's face into the wall. This is Jensen's fantasy and Jared's happy to fill it--he just needs to do it his way.
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There’s no warning. You would hope there’d be something, the squeak of a floorboard of scuff of a footstep, like you get in the movies. But if there was any sign at all, Jensen misses it.
He’d been going to the bedroom to get... something. Whatever it was flew out of his mind the second a dark, hulking form darted at him from the guest room. In the frozen seconds of panic before his body is slammed face first into the hallway wall, all he can register is ‘huge’ and ‘mask’.
The force shocks a grunt out of him as a heavy weight presses against his back. In a wave of adrenaline, he shoves away from the wall, only to be body checked into it again. Winded and gasping, he tries to twist, to see, but a hand grips the back of his head and shoves it forward sharply. A warning.
The body, the man, reaches a black clad arm past Jensen’s shoulder and presses his hand flat against the wall by Jensen’s head, caging him. Hot breaths puff against his cheek.
“Do what I say and you’ll live through this.”
Oh Christ. Even more than the words, it’s the voice, a menacing growl that turns Jensen’s stomach to water. He should know what to do, he should do something, he should fight for fuck sake, he knows how! But the shock and the fear paralyze him.
Instead, he stares at the hand splayed against the wall in front of him, panting in terror. “What-” The grip on the back of his head tightens, another warning, but that’s not what stops him short. It’s the hand on the wall in front of him. Or more precisely, the steel ring on the middle finger.
He bought that ring. They picked it out together. And now that he’s really looking, Jensen knows that hand, too. He whispers, uncertain. “Jared?” Dumbly, all he can fixate on is that Jared was supposed to be out of town until Tuesday.
The hand twitches and the body behind him seems to flinch and draw back. Moist air curls against his cheek again, but the voice is different this time. Softer, and uncertain like Jensen's was, but recognizable. “If you wanna stop, say cauliflower.”
“Cau-?”
The hand on the wall turns and presses against Jensen’s mouth, holding the question in. Pulled back against the man’s (Jared’s) chest, Jensen can twist just enough to get an impression of a black ski-mask, flipped up at the bottom to leave mouth and jaw uncovered. The flick of a tongue wets bared lips. “Mean it.”
Oh. Oh. Jensen stiffens in the tight grip as realization takes him.
They’ve played at this before, off and on. Early on, when Jensen had been embarrassed to even have such a violent kink, it was just talking. Telling Jared how it turned him on, how the taboo of it and the powerlessness all mixed together into potent fantasies. Later, he shared those fantasies with Jared, detailed stories of prison gangbangs and being forced to his knees in dirty back alleys.They even roleplayed a little; Jared would hold him down while he struggled, whispering those same dark fantasies back to Jensen while they fucked.
But this, this was new. This was extreme.
Still, even with his heart thudding and his lungs heaving, Jensen can feel the heat crackling through him. A racing flush of arousal chasing the shivers of fear and adrenaline through his body and straight down to his cock. With a slow, shuddering breath, Jensen closes his eyes and gives in to the fantasy.
“What.. what do you want?”
There’s a subtle shift behind him as the distinct aura of malice slides back into place.
The hand that was on Jensen’s mouth slides away in a long drag, curving down his neck and over his shoulder, fingers digging into the meat there hard enough to make him grunt in pain. “What do you think I want, beautiful?”
Jensen tries to pull away but the fingers claw in harder. “Look, just- ah! Just take whatever you want and go, I promise I won’t try to stop you.”
“That’s sort of the plan.” The man chuckles, low and mean, as the hand on Jensen’s head lifts away only to reappear as a hard squeeze to his ass.
Jensen jerks away, voice rising sharply. “Don’t! I- please. Anything else. Please.”
The man lets go of his bruising grip to pet at the top of Jensen’s spine. “Shhhh shh shh.” A gentle, soothing kiss is pressed into the skin just behind his ear. “I’ve been watching you, I couldn’t help it. You’re just so... beautiful.” Another kiss, wet and lingering. “Why would I want anything else?”
“Please.” Jensen tries again, pleading. “Don’t do this.”
The petting stops and a rough thumb rubs over the dampness left behind by the kisses. “Are you scared?”
Jensen nods quickly, hope rising with the concern in the man’s voice.
“Mmm.” It sounds regretful, but he’s gone back to the gentle petting, palm smoothing over Jensen’s skull like a dog. “It’s alright. Be as afraid as you need to be, sweetheart. It won’t stop this from happening. Let me show you something.”
The man lets go of his shoulder and Jensen thinks about running, trying to make a break for it, but before he can twitch, something long and shining slides into his view. Jensen can’t stop a harsh gasp as his eyes lock onto it. A knife. A short, plain, rough looking blade. Built to be used.
Helplessly, Jensen feels himself shrink back against the wide chest behind him. It vibrates as that low rumble of a voice sounds near his ear. “If you’re good, I won’t have to bring this out again. Understand?”
With a swallow, Jensen nods and the knife slides out of his line of sight. Empty, the man’s hand reappears on his shoulder. “God, I knew you’d be good. Perfect. Knew you’d do anything for a cock. Now, I want you to take your shirt off for me.”
Jensen’s first instinct is denial and he can’t help but try to run again. He doesn’t get more than a few steps before the weight of the man’s body slams him against the wall again, pushes and holds him there.
“What the fuck did we just go through? Huh?” Jensen grunts as the man presses the side of his face into the wall. “Now you be good-” An open palm slap connects inches from his nose, impact echoing through the hallway. “-and take your shirt off or I’ll fucking cut it off and I will not be gentle. Do you understand?”
With images of the knife flashing through his mind, Jensen nods his understanding, only to get yet another violent shove.
“No. You open that pretty little mouth and you answer me this time so I actually know you’re fucking listening. Do. You. Understand?”
Jensen tries, he tries so hard not to but his words come out a quaking wreck all the same. “Ye- yes. God, yes, I understand, please.”
“Good.” The weight pinning him to the wall vanishes as the man takes a step back, giving Jensen some room. “Do it.”
For a second he thinks his legs might not keep him up, but they hold weakly as trembling fingers undo his buttons one by one. He’s not sure he’ll be able to finish once they’re all open, but the decision is taken out of his hands as the man pulls at the cloth from behind, dragging the shirt off over his shoulders with a whisper of movement. Jensen shivers, crossing his arms over his body in a useless, protective gesture.
The man goes quiet at the sight of him, wide hands sliding over Jensen’s body, exploring. They curve around his waist and glide up the bare skin of his back, trailing up over his shoulders and back down. He has no choice but to take it, and can’t help but think that the gentle touches are worse than any rough groping, ratcheting his fear higher with every second.
“Mmm, yeah.” The man hums out little sighs behind him. Content noises. “God you feel good, baby. Come on, lift up your arms for me?”
It sounds like a request, but the firm grip under Jensen’s elbows allows no refusal, pushing until his hands are laid flat against the wall above his head. Fingertips trail back down from his elbows, pulling shivering gasps from him as they tickle past his armpits and over his ribs. The man presses in close again, wrapping one arm around Jensen’s stomach. His other hand curls around Jensen’s throat, not tight, but still a threat.
“This is going to be so good.” His mouth finds Jensen’s ear, suckling at the lobe before biting down. “I’ve put this off for a long time, you know, while you teased me like a fucking whore.” He bites again, harder, and Jensen cries out in pain. “Did you think I’d just let you? Did you really think I wasn’t going to give you what you were after?”
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jensen’s nails bite into the wallpaper, tearing. “Please, I don’t.”
“Shh.” The hand at his throat eases, smoothing down his chest. “It’s okay, you’ll get it soon. You getting ready for me, baby? Hard for me, yet?” His hand slips farther down and Jensen tries to hunch up, to hide his shame, but there’s no room to get away as the man’s palm slides over the hot and fully hard line of his cock inside his pants. The man groans, squeezing it rhythmically. “Mmm, yeah, of course you are. Sluts like you can never help themselves.”
The cringing humiliation curdling Jensen’s stomach takes a sudden back seat to horror as the man works open the top button of his jeans. He bucks, trying to shake them away even as fingers drag at the zipper, desperation fogging his mind. “No! No, please, please, you can just go, I’ll never tell, I promise!” The words won’t stop, a mindless babble of fear that continues even as the man growls in anger. “Take anything you want, I won’t say a word, I swear to fucking God I’ll never tell, please!” He tears a hand off the wall, clawing at his undone pants, trying to keep them up.
“Shut up!” A monstrously strong grip tears Jensen’s hand away from his pants and twists it up behind his back. The driving pain cuts off his pleas and replaces them with agonized moans. “Shut the fuck up or I will snap your arm in two, you hear me? It’s not like you need both arms to take a dick.” The pressure on his arm increases, sending Jensen to his tiptoes. “We on the same page again?”
With a sob, Jensen gives in. “Ah, yes! I’ll be good, I’ll- just... don’t hurt me.” Another hard wrench to his arm sends impotent tears prickling at Jensen’s eyes.
“No more talking.” The man untwists Jensen’s arm, yanking it back up to the wall and slapping it there like a command. “Fuckdolls don’t get to talk, not even the pretty ones.”
With his pants already loose, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds of maneuvering before they’re falling down his legs and pooling around his feet.
“No underwear? You dirty bitch. Kick them off.” Uncaring fingers explore Jensen’s shivering skin as he lifts unsteady legs, stepping out of his pants. The man chuckles. “Were you expecting me, or do you just like to be ready for any cock that comes along?” The last word is punctuated by a reverberating smack to Jensen’s ass. “Stick it out, I want to get a good look at it.”
Hands grip Jensen’s hips, pulling hard enough that he has to stumble back. A palm pushes his upper body forward until he’s leaning against the wall, ass jutted out behind him. He buries his face in his elbow, biting back a humiliated sob.
“Nice.” The man gropes at Jensen’s ass, two big hands pushing his cheeks together and letting them go again, testing the weight. “Very nice. Now, why don’t you show me what I came here for?”
Confusion breaks through the mess in Jensen’s head. He’s not supposed to speak but he’s afraid not answering will be worse. “I-” He swallows some of the thickness out of his throat. “I don’t... know...”
“God damn, you are lucky you’re pretty. I mean spread your legs and let me see that desperate little hole.”
Jensen feels like he's going to hyperventilate, breath coming ragged and fast as a booted foot kicks his heels apart. His ass clenches up as he’s spread wide, still desperate to hide even with every part of him on display. Flushed with shame, he feels one traitorous bead of precome slip out to trickle down his cock.
“Shh, relax.” The hands on his ass prevent any kind of hiding, holding his cheeks open. The man chuckles, fondly exasperated. “Why would you want to hide this? It’s so perfect.” Thumbs drag down the sensitive skin of his inner cheeks, tracing beside his hole. “I guess if someone in the world had to have the perfect asshole, it’d be you, huh? It’s going to look so fucking good when it’s all stretched out around my dick.”
Jensen shudders at the words, bare toes digging into the carpet. His throat locks hard around more desperate begging as a thick thumb presses against his hole and releases. He can feel the muscles there clench and draw in against the threat of intrusion
“Oh, sweetheart.” The man laughs with simple pleasure as he presses in again, thumb hard against the contracting ring of muscle. “It just can’t wait, can it?” In a sudden movement, he yanks Jensen straight, long arms wrapping around to hold them together. Hot breath in his ear. “You just can’t wait, can you?”
Jensen struggles uselessly, feeling more trapped like this than he has all night. Arms like iron bars hold him tight as the man’s hips start a rolling grind against the top swell of his ass, rough denim scraping over bare skin.
“People use the word way too easy these days, but you really are a slut.” The man noses into the hair behind Jensen’s ear, voice thick and intimate with desire. “I swear I can smell it on you.” He breathes deeply, nose running down Jensen’s hard-beating pulse like he’s following the scent. A tongue rasps against the day-old whiskers on his neck. “Mmm, yeah, I can taste it on you, too. A horny, desperate, dick-hungry slut.” The word is hissed into his ear, drawn out long. “You can’t help it, I know that. But you’re lucky.” The vice-grip of arms loosens and uncurls, two heavy hands falling on Jensen’s shoulders. “Some of us were born to be whores, but some of us were born to fuck them. Get on the floor.”
The hands press down and Jensen goes with them weakly. He grunts as his knees hit the carpet, the impact of it squeezing out tears that trickle down into his mouth with a burst of salt. His arms hang limply as he struggles to control the quavering hitch of his breath. The looming bulk behind him shifts, and he hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
“I-” He doesn’t know where he found his voice, but there it is, thin and wavering with the idea that has sprung up unasked-for in his head. “I could... I could suck you off.”
Maybe it would be better that way. Easier. Maybe if he made this one offer, allowed this one thing, he could avoid everything else. Shame burns hotter through his veins and twists his head down in a cringe. Anything would be better than... than what’s coming... right?
A hand rests in Jensen’s hair, moving in that same familiar petting motion. “Yeah?” It curves towards his forehead, lifting his head back and holding it against the body behind him. Something gently rubs along the length of his cheek and it takes a moment for the warm touch to register as the man’s cock. Jensen tries to suppress a flinch. God, it feels huge. The hips his head is resting against flex once, and the man’s cock drags against the cut of his cheekbone.
“You’d do that for me?” The fight to keep himself from rearing away makes his movements jerky and slow, but Jensen turns all the same. Turns until the spongy soft head of the man’s cock brushes against the corner of his lips, leaving a salty smear there. He can feel his tongue thick in his mouth, imagines it trying to crawl back into his throat like a wild animal. But he nods, lips parting.
He has a second to feel the silky-damp skin catch against his lips before his head is yanked away in a cruel grip.
“Yeah?” Voice gruff with anger, the man twists his grip harder in Jensen’s hair, pulling a pained yell from him. “Fucking tease, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He throws his hand forward and Jensen flies towards the wall, catching himself with another yelp. “You want me to come back. You want me desperate for that ass, just like the rest of them! Get up!”
Jensen tosses his head, limbs shaking as he struggles to rise, denials pouring from his mouth. “I don’t! I’m sorry! Please!”
“Quiet!” Hands in his hair and under his arm yank him upright and shove him into the wall hard enough to bounce. “You want me panting after you, on my knees like some kind of goddamn animal. No.” One shoulder pins Jensen to the wall, digging hard between his shoulders. He hears an odd squelching noise but can’t possibly place it, can barely hear it over his own panicked gasps. His fingers tear and scrabble at the wallpaper, body trying to get away even when his mind knows it’s no use. “No. I’m not going easy on you any more. I’m gonna give you what you need. And you’re gonna take it.”
Fingers, wet with what he hopes to god is lube, dig between Jensen’s ass, finding their goal before he has a chance for anything but a desperate, terrified yell. They push in hard, popping through the ring of his asshole. God, it hurts.
“No, ah- please!” He presses himself to the wall, traitor-hard cock trapped against it as he tries to get as far from those fingers as possible. “Stop!” But it’s no use, the man just moves with him, finger-fucking him with enough force to leave them both panting from the effort.
“Fuck! Fuck, baby, you’re so tight, god dammit.”
The fingers twist and turn, stroking against him from the inside, screwing him open. One crooked push has them pressing hard over his prostate, making him gasp as his hips bounce back with the surge of unwanted pleasure. More hot tears splash down his cheeks as he curses himself. He’s always been so fucking sensitive.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah, work for it. Come on.” The shoulder pinning him to the wall pulls away as the man gets his other hand on Jensen’s ass, holding his cheeks apart. “I knew you’d love it. Come on, fuck that slutty little hole on my fingers.”
They move just right again and Jensen’s ass thrusts back, body mindlessly seeking pleasure to drown out the pain. Sick guilt curls through his stomach as he sags against the wall in despair.
“That’s right. That’s good... chase after it, beautiful.” The man’s voice is hushed, almost reverent as Jensen struggles against his own body’s reactions. With a last, slow pull, the fingers ease out of his ass and hold it wide, open to the air. “I wish you could see this.” But Jensen can feel it, how his ass twitches and flutters, trying to close up against the thumbs that hook in to spread it wider. “It’s begging. Jesus, you’re almost prettier on the inside.”
Weight leans into Jensen just before he feels a petal-light kiss against the bend of his spine. It’s so tender, so loving that there has to be a chance, still. There has to be. No one could touch him like that and not care... right? He opens his mouth, voice thin and quiet. “You don’t have to do this...”
The lips open against his sweaty skin, hot breath offering no comfort. “Shhh, it’s okay.
I do. Baby, I do.” He leans away again, leaving Jensen’s back bare. “We both need this so bad.” Jensen’s breath catches as something blunt moves against his ass, the head of the man’s cock tracing up and down between his cheeks. His chest heaves against the wall in panicked hitches. God. God.
“I need this. Is that what you want to hear? Does it make you happy?” The man’s cock circles around his hole, catching and stuttering on the twitching ring and leaving wet trails of precome behind. Jensen tries to tilt his hips down and away, but a hand snakes around, sliding between his lower stomach and his bobbing cock, forcing the angle. “Fuck, ever since I saw you, I had to have you. I had to fuck you.” The man shifts behind him, planting his feet wide, steadying himself as his cock presses forward. An animal whine builds in Jensen’s chest, spilling out in a nearly unintelligible string of ’no’s. “Had to give this to you.” One grunt of effort and he’s in, wide head of his cock popping through the rim of Jensen’s ass. “Oh fuck, yes!”
Jensen cries out, muscles fighting the intrusion. “Stop! God, please stop!”
The man hisses, shoving against the resistance, crushing Jensen to the wall in one long, endless drive into his body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! There you go, oh God, baby, there you go!”
Jensen is shaking, everything inside him focusing on the cock filling his ass. Over filling it, forcing him open so far, god, so deep inside him that he feels skewered on it. “No!”
With panting grunts, the man bottoms out inside him, heavy balls and wiry pubic hair grinding into his ass. “Oh, shh, shh, fuck, sorry baby, I had to go in all the way. I just...couldn’t help it.” The hand on Jensen’s stomach rubs in firm circles, possessive. Jensen wonders if he can feel the pressure of his own cock from the outside. “I had to feel all of you.” His hips flex, winding in small circles that have his cock stretching out the rim of Jensen’s ass. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Jensen shakes his head wildly, clinging to the wall.
“God, baby you gotta stop lying to me. It’s just gonna make me angry.” Trailing his hand back from Jensen’s stomach, the man takes firm grip of his hips. His palms are huge, spanning the jut of them like twin vices. “You’ve been a whore all your life, there’s never been a day you weren’t ready for this.” On the last word, he pulls out. It’s not far enough to give any relief and he slams back in fast, too fast, shocking a high cry out of Jensen. And another as he does it again. And again. Short, hard thrusts that smack against Jensen’s ass and bounce him off the wall.
“Yes, shit! God, you feel fantastic...” He fucks Jensen harder, picking up speed and rhythm until nearly the full length of his cock is sliding in and out of Jensen’s ass. It’s wet, but not wet enough, Jensen can feel how it tugs on him from the inside out, dragging him raw. Each breath is a ragged sob now, stuttering and shaking from a force that has nowhere to go but straight into his bones.
“You feel that?” The man is breathless, sweaty palms sliding on Jensen’s skin. “Feel how much your ass wants a dick in there? Come on, tell me again that you don’t want it.” Adjusting his grip, his hands slide around to cup over the sharp bones of Jensen’s pelvis, using them like handles to yank Jensen back onto his cock. “Fucking tell me you want me to stop, you lying- little- slut!” Each word has him ramming in harder than ever, pounding through Jensen like an earthquake.
With the scrape of nails, one hand flies up into Jensen’s hair, dragging his head back. “Tell me!”
Jensen can barely find the air to breath, let alone talk, voice coming out in a strained wheeze. “Please! I do! I want you to st-” Another savage thrust pushes him too far, stealing his voice for a second. “Ngh! Stop! Want you to stop, please!”
The man lets go and Jensen’s head snaps forward to the wall where he catches his breath in choking gasps.
“You don’t want this.” He jabs his cock forward sharply and holds, filling Jensen’s ass completely. “Really. What about this, then?” Fingers wrap around Jensen’s cock. “Hmm?” They go tight, making a narrow fist. Clear drops squeeze out of the slit in a steady dribble, sliding over his knuckles. “You’ve been hard as a fucking rock since before I got you naked, slut. Is this some kind of game?” His cock moves again; short, steady thrusts, angled just right to wring pleasure out of Jensen’s trembling body. “Pretend you don’t want it so everyone thinks you’re a good boy? You think they can’t see it in your eyes?” Jensen is grunting in time with the thrusts, teeth gritted hard over the rising bursts of arousal. “Everyone who ever met you knows what you are. You’re a hole, sweetheart. Made to be fucked. You’re gonna come like this. Tears on your face and a stranger’s cock painting your insides, you’re gonna come screaming.”
The grip on Jensen’s cock eases up, but only to put him through even worse torture as the man starts jerking him off in long, perfect strokes.
“No!” Jensen shouts, bucking wildly. He can’t, he can’t give in to this. Get off on it. Like a whore. However it happens; distraction or crazed, desperate strength, Jensen manages to wrench himself away, free.
It doesn’t last.
A hand claws into his hair, driving Jensen into the wall on the opposite side of the hall with a thud. Terrified apologies are already spilling from his lips even as the man crowds in behind him again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, I swear!”
“You fucking whore.” The hand tightens around his skull, bleeding rage. “You fucking whore! You-” Jensen can feel the angry rise and fall of of the chest pressed against his back, the explosions of panting breath hot on his neck. “After everything- you..” The weight lifts as the man pulls away. “Don’t fucking move.”
Like he could. All Jensen can think of as he listens to the movement behind him, the hiss of something moving against something else, is ’knife, knife, knife’. It’s almost a relief when it’s warm fingers that dig into his arm instead of sharp metal. They yank his elbow back as something slides under it and drags across his spine. He tenses as the man pulls at his other arm too, but he can’t fight that strength and he knows it. Then he’s bound, arms looped together behind his back by a wide, warm strip of something. His belt. It must be the man’s belt. Oh god.
He pulls Jensen back by the hips, sending him off balance so he has no choice but to collapse against the wall. The wallpaper, a textured floral pattern, rubs his face and chest raw with most of his weight against it.
“You asked for this. You remember that. I was only giving you what you wanted and you just had to fuck with me.”
In half a second he’s pushing in again, fucking into Jensen with powerful thrusts. He doesn’t even bother to hold on, one hand plants itself flat beside Jensen’s head and the other moves under him to grip his cock again. Pinned, hung between the wall and the relentless pound of hips behind him, Jensen can only take it.
The hand on his cock strips him raw, pulling groan after wretched, sobbing groan out of Jensen, teasing his hips into stuttering rolls.
“That’s right, fuck my fist.” He speeds up, cock driving into Jensen with noisy smacks. The strength behind it is relentless. “Come on! Give it to me, let me feel that ass suck tight around my cock when you get off, slut. Let me feel you want it.”
Jensen flexes his arms until the edge of the belt bites into his flesh, gnaws savagely into his bottom lip to try and dull the rising heat inside him. But the pain only makes it worse, framing the pleasure being forced into him.
The man leans in, body crushing them to the wall as his lips pant filthy into Jensen’s ear. “This won’t be it, y’know. I’m gonna come back.”
Jensen gasps between the strained grunts that burst out of him, timed to the man’s jackhammer thrusts.
“Yeah, fuck, I’m gonna come back.” His words get short; bitten off promises lost between laboured breaths. “Gonna fuck you again and again, slut, make you come, fill you up, make you beg. Tie you down for days, baby.”
Helplessly, Jensen pistons himself back and forth between fist and cock as wet, whining noises spill out of him. Fuck, he sounds like an animal. Something wounded, in distress, but he can’t stop.
“Christ, yes, take it! Fucking tie your whore ass down, get myself off in that hole, over and over again, fuck that lying mouth until I break it.”
Jensen shakes, body curling in as much as it can, trying to fight off the inevitable. His cock is leaking so much now that the wild strokes send liquid spattering all over the wall.
“I know you got a boyfriend. Seen him.”
The words land in his brain like they didn’t bother with his ears and Jensen doesn’t even know what he’s saying now. Begging and pleading and ’no’ and ’yes’ all tumbling together into a shameful torrent. He doesn’t want, but he needs.
“Think he can stop me? I’ll tie him down too- fuck- strap him to the bed, lay you on top of him, he’ll see it on your face when I slide my cock into you. Think he’d like tha- ah- that?” He’s savage, pounding into Jensen, screwing him so hard that his feet nearly lift off the rug with every thrust. “Just a walking hole. A dirty- panting- needy little cockslut and he’ll see it when I shove you down on my cock! I’ll push your face into it after you come all over him, hold you down in it, fuck you again, just like that, and you’ll love it!”
Jensen seizes up as it hits, up on his toes with his legs quaking, arms pulling tight enough to make the belt binding them creak in protest. He comes hard and sharp, like being stabbed. “God! God, please!” Raw, torn-apart yells as tears of despair and fucking relief squeeze out of his screwed shut eyes. His cock jerks in the man’s fist as he comes all over the wall and all over himself, ass clenching tight enough that the man hisses at the pressure.
“Shit! Shit, yes! Come on, baby, fuck, your ass, desperate, fucking milking me!” The man grabs him around the chest, yanks him upright and crushes him full length against the wall, never stopping the slam of his hips. The slick hand on his still spurting cock abandons it and flies up to Jensen’s face, smearing his own come over his mouth and cheeks in a wet mess. “Smell it, taste it.” Hand clawing at Jensen’s mouth, the man fucks him viciously into the wall. “Taste it you fucking whore, taste what you are, fuck, fuck!”
It’s only when two fingers force themselves between Jensen’s lips that the man comes. Spreading the thick, bitter taste over Jensen’s tongue, fingers hooking behind his teeth and palm clamping to his chin, the man finally, finally, comes. His body curls around Jensen, head falling to his shoulder where he bites and growls his release into sweat damp skin. The screams of pain his teeth pull out send his hips into overdrive, digging up into Jensen’s ass in a fast, rutting grind.
When it’s over, when the iron grip of arms around him eases up and the cock in his ass slows to a stop, still buried inside him, Jensen sucks in a shaking breath. It burns through him, like it’s his first in hours.
“Fuck.“ The man sounds completely spent, voice warm with satisfaction. But there’s no tenderness when he lets go, nothing as he lets Jensen’s limp body slide down between him and the wall, cock pulling loose with a wet slurp.
Jensen hits his knees and rests his cheek against the wall, catching his breath with wheezing gasps. He tries not to feel the trickle of come leaking out of his sore, stinging ass, slick and warm between his thighs. Above him, the man takes a few deep sighs before tucking his cock away and crouching down.
“Mmm.” Fingertips slide and catch over the sticky mess on Jensen’s face, dragging his bottom lip down. Jensen doesn’t have the energy to turn away, eyes staring dully at the carpet. “You look pretty like this. Used. Like you should.” The fingers trail down his neck and along his side, moving over his ass where three of them push roughly into his hole. They flex wide. “You remember this, sweetheart.” Jensen whimpers as his body is jostled around the fingers holding him open, shifted by the man tugging at the belt around his arms until it comes loose. “You remember what you are.” His fingers relax and fuck in and out gently, a parody of affection. “And you keep this ready for me.”
Jensen barely feels it as the man pulls away, wiping the wet smear from his fingers on to Jensen’s thigh. He feels numb, muffled, like he’s floating in water. The thump of booted footsteps trailing away sounds strangely distant, the tall form disappearing down the hall, leaving Jensen behind like a broken toy.
***
He comes back to himself eventually, blinking his way into a place where reality can intrude again. Damn, he’s sore. Everywhere. From his scalp to his mouth, his tingling arms, his ass, his cock, even his feet ache from the effort of trying to stay upright in the face of that vicious fuck. Jared really hadn’t held back.
But beyond all that is a heavy, bone-deep satisfaction and the residual tingle of one of the deepest, hardest orgasms he’s had in his life.
Soon enough, he crawls back into his pants and finds his feet again, clinging to the wall for support and following it down the hall. After a quick detour to clean the worst of the mess off his face, he eases down the stairs and into their living room. Jared is there, sitting against one end of the couch with his knees up in front of him, teeth worrying at his thumbnail. A scrap of black knitted cloth; the mask, Jensen realizes, sits at the other end of the couch where it holds Jared’s gaze.
He looks up when Jensen enters, brow drawing up tight. “Jen? Are you... um...”
It’s unsaid, but Jensen hears the ‘okay’ part just fine. And the ‘sorry, stupid question’ that probably would have followed. He offers a tired smile instead of an answer and limps over, pulling Jared’s legs apart so he can settle back between them. He tries to take it slow but still winces at the pained protests from some of his more abused parts. Behind him, Jared sucks in a worried breath. “Jens-”
“S’okay.” Jensen cuts him off, leaning back into his chest. Tentative arms curl around him. “You?”
“Me?” Jared shifts, shrugging. “Nothing happened to me, I’m-” All it takes is a raised eyebrow and a look from the corner of Jensen’s eye to cut him off this time. “Okay, so...” Jared hesitates, thumb brushing over a red mark on Jensen’s arm where his belt had dug in. “I’m a little disturbed at how well I took to that.”
“I took pretty well, too, but I have it on repeated authority that it doesn’t make me weird.” Jensen toys with the wide ring on Jared’s finger, turning it back and forth. “So, you know, same to you.”
Jared laughs softly, seeming a little surprised over the sound. “Yeah. You, um, you kinda got lost there, huh?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Jensen leans his head back against Jared’s shoulder, letting his eyes drift shut. He really had. Once he gave himself over to it, the fantasy had taken hold so deep that he was still peeling away the layers. But even now he was starting to reconcile the violent attack with the safe, warm body cradling him now. “But I came back.” He yawns, exhausted now that everything else has faded out of him. “I’m gonna crawl into a bath later, then you are definitely giving me a massage.”
Jared shifts down, movements a little more certain as he pulls Jensen closer to his chest. “Not now?”
“Nah.” With a lazy twist, Jensen rests his mouth against whatever he can reach, which turns out to be the stubbled curve of Jared’s jaw. “Later.”
Title: Can’t Be Helped
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen, PWP
Wordcount: 6.5k
Warnings: Non-con (rape fantasy, but written as real for the majority of the fic), violence, rough sex, humiliating language
Summary/Notes: Written for this prompt found at blindfold_spn and later reposted here to spnkink_meme:
Jensen's ultimate fantasy involves being pinned against the wall and roughly fucked as he's called a slut, a whore, nothing more than a hole to fuck. He wants to be forced. Jared being Jared, though, Jared can't help but mention how much he loves Jensen's ass, how pretty he thinks Jensen is, etc--even when his hand is pressing Jensen's face into the wall. This is Jensen's fantasy and Jared's happy to fill it--he just needs to do it his way.
*****
There’s no warning. You would hope there’d be something, the squeak of a floorboard of scuff of a footstep, like you get in the movies. But if there was any sign at all, Jensen misses it.
He’d been going to the bedroom to get... something. Whatever it was flew out of his mind the second a dark, hulking form darted at him from the guest room. In the frozen seconds of panic before his body is slammed face first into the hallway wall, all he can register is ‘huge’ and ‘mask’.
The force shocks a grunt out of him as a heavy weight presses against his back. In a wave of adrenaline, he shoves away from the wall, only to be body checked into it again. Winded and gasping, he tries to twist, to see, but a hand grips the back of his head and shoves it forward sharply. A warning.
The body, the man, reaches a black clad arm past Jensen’s shoulder and presses his hand flat against the wall by Jensen’s head, caging him. Hot breaths puff against his cheek.
“Do what I say and you’ll live through this.”
Oh Christ. Even more than the words, it’s the voice, a menacing growl that turns Jensen’s stomach to water. He should know what to do, he should do something, he should fight for fuck sake, he knows how! But the shock and the fear paralyze him.
Instead, he stares at the hand splayed against the wall in front of him, panting in terror. “What-” The grip on the back of his head tightens, another warning, but that’s not what stops him short. It’s the hand on the wall in front of him. Or more precisely, the steel ring on the middle finger.
He bought that ring. They picked it out together. And now that he’s really looking, Jensen knows that hand, too. He whispers, uncertain. “Jared?” Dumbly, all he can fixate on is that Jared was supposed to be out of town until Tuesday.
The hand twitches and the body behind him seems to flinch and draw back. Moist air curls against his cheek again, but the voice is different this time. Softer, and uncertain like Jensen's was, but recognizable. “If you wanna stop, say cauliflower.”
“Cau-?”
The hand on the wall turns and presses against Jensen’s mouth, holding the question in. Pulled back against the man’s (Jared’s) chest, Jensen can twist just enough to get an impression of a black ski-mask, flipped up at the bottom to leave mouth and jaw uncovered. The flick of a tongue wets bared lips. “Mean it.”
Oh. Oh. Jensen stiffens in the tight grip as realization takes him.
They’ve played at this before, off and on. Early on, when Jensen had been embarrassed to even have such a violent kink, it was just talking. Telling Jared how it turned him on, how the taboo of it and the powerlessness all mixed together into potent fantasies. Later, he shared those fantasies with Jared, detailed stories of prison gangbangs and being forced to his knees in dirty back alleys.They even roleplayed a little; Jared would hold him down while he struggled, whispering those same dark fantasies back to Jensen while they fucked.
But this, this was new. This was extreme.
Still, even with his heart thudding and his lungs heaving, Jensen can feel the heat crackling through him. A racing flush of arousal chasing the shivers of fear and adrenaline through his body and straight down to his cock. With a slow, shuddering breath, Jensen closes his eyes and gives in to the fantasy.
“What.. what do you want?”
There’s a subtle shift behind him as the distinct aura of malice slides back into place.
The hand that was on Jensen’s mouth slides away in a long drag, curving down his neck and over his shoulder, fingers digging into the meat there hard enough to make him grunt in pain. “What do you think I want, beautiful?”
Jensen tries to pull away but the fingers claw in harder. “Look, just- ah! Just take whatever you want and go, I promise I won’t try to stop you.”
“That’s sort of the plan.” The man chuckles, low and mean, as the hand on Jensen’s head lifts away only to reappear as a hard squeeze to his ass.
Jensen jerks away, voice rising sharply. “Don’t! I- please. Anything else. Please.”
The man lets go of his bruising grip to pet at the top of Jensen’s spine. “Shhhh shh shh.” A gentle, soothing kiss is pressed into the skin just behind his ear. “I’ve been watching you, I couldn’t help it. You’re just so... beautiful.” Another kiss, wet and lingering. “Why would I want anything else?”
“Please.” Jensen tries again, pleading. “Don’t do this.”
The petting stops and a rough thumb rubs over the dampness left behind by the kisses. “Are you scared?”
Jensen nods quickly, hope rising with the concern in the man’s voice.
“Mmm.” It sounds regretful, but he’s gone back to the gentle petting, palm smoothing over Jensen’s skull like a dog. “It’s alright. Be as afraid as you need to be, sweetheart. It won’t stop this from happening. Let me show you something.”
The man lets go of his shoulder and Jensen thinks about running, trying to make a break for it, but before he can twitch, something long and shining slides into his view. Jensen can’t stop a harsh gasp as his eyes lock onto it. A knife. A short, plain, rough looking blade. Built to be used.
Helplessly, Jensen feels himself shrink back against the wide chest behind him. It vibrates as that low rumble of a voice sounds near his ear. “If you’re good, I won’t have to bring this out again. Understand?”
With a swallow, Jensen nods and the knife slides out of his line of sight. Empty, the man’s hand reappears on his shoulder. “God, I knew you’d be good. Perfect. Knew you’d do anything for a cock. Now, I want you to take your shirt off for me.”
Jensen’s first instinct is denial and he can’t help but try to run again. He doesn’t get more than a few steps before the weight of the man’s body slams him against the wall again, pushes and holds him there.
“What the fuck did we just go through? Huh?” Jensen grunts as the man presses the side of his face into the wall. “Now you be good-” An open palm slap connects inches from his nose, impact echoing through the hallway. “-and take your shirt off or I’ll fucking cut it off and I will not be gentle. Do you understand?”
With images of the knife flashing through his mind, Jensen nods his understanding, only to get yet another violent shove.
“No. You open that pretty little mouth and you answer me this time so I actually know you’re fucking listening. Do. You. Understand?”
Jensen tries, he tries so hard not to but his words come out a quaking wreck all the same. “Ye- yes. God, yes, I understand, please.”
“Good.” The weight pinning him to the wall vanishes as the man takes a step back, giving Jensen some room. “Do it.”
For a second he thinks his legs might not keep him up, but they hold weakly as trembling fingers undo his buttons one by one. He’s not sure he’ll be able to finish once they’re all open, but the decision is taken out of his hands as the man pulls at the cloth from behind, dragging the shirt off over his shoulders with a whisper of movement. Jensen shivers, crossing his arms over his body in a useless, protective gesture.
The man goes quiet at the sight of him, wide hands sliding over Jensen’s body, exploring. They curve around his waist and glide up the bare skin of his back, trailing up over his shoulders and back down. He has no choice but to take it, and can’t help but think that the gentle touches are worse than any rough groping, ratcheting his fear higher with every second.
“Mmm, yeah.” The man hums out little sighs behind him. Content noises. “God you feel good, baby. Come on, lift up your arms for me?”
It sounds like a request, but the firm grip under Jensen’s elbows allows no refusal, pushing until his hands are laid flat against the wall above his head. Fingertips trail back down from his elbows, pulling shivering gasps from him as they tickle past his armpits and over his ribs. The man presses in close again, wrapping one arm around Jensen’s stomach. His other hand curls around Jensen’s throat, not tight, but still a threat.
“This is going to be so good.” His mouth finds Jensen’s ear, suckling at the lobe before biting down. “I’ve put this off for a long time, you know, while you teased me like a fucking whore.” He bites again, harder, and Jensen cries out in pain. “Did you think I’d just let you? Did you really think I wasn’t going to give you what you were after?”
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jensen’s nails bite into the wallpaper, tearing. “Please, I don’t.”
“Shh.” The hand at his throat eases, smoothing down his chest. “It’s okay, you’ll get it soon. You getting ready for me, baby? Hard for me, yet?” His hand slips farther down and Jensen tries to hunch up, to hide his shame, but there’s no room to get away as the man’s palm slides over the hot and fully hard line of his cock inside his pants. The man groans, squeezing it rhythmically. “Mmm, yeah, of course you are. Sluts like you can never help themselves.”
The cringing humiliation curdling Jensen’s stomach takes a sudden back seat to horror as the man works open the top button of his jeans. He bucks, trying to shake them away even as fingers drag at the zipper, desperation fogging his mind. “No! No, please, please, you can just go, I’ll never tell, I promise!” The words won’t stop, a mindless babble of fear that continues even as the man growls in anger. “Take anything you want, I won’t say a word, I swear to fucking God I’ll never tell, please!” He tears a hand off the wall, clawing at his undone pants, trying to keep them up.
“Shut up!” A monstrously strong grip tears Jensen’s hand away from his pants and twists it up behind his back. The driving pain cuts off his pleas and replaces them with agonized moans. “Shut the fuck up or I will snap your arm in two, you hear me? It’s not like you need both arms to take a dick.” The pressure on his arm increases, sending Jensen to his tiptoes. “We on the same page again?”
With a sob, Jensen gives in. “Ah, yes! I’ll be good, I’ll- just... don’t hurt me.” Another hard wrench to his arm sends impotent tears prickling at Jensen’s eyes.
“No more talking.” The man untwists Jensen’s arm, yanking it back up to the wall and slapping it there like a command. “Fuckdolls don’t get to talk, not even the pretty ones.”
With his pants already loose, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds of maneuvering before they’re falling down his legs and pooling around his feet.
“No underwear? You dirty bitch. Kick them off.” Uncaring fingers explore Jensen’s shivering skin as he lifts unsteady legs, stepping out of his pants. The man chuckles. “Were you expecting me, or do you just like to be ready for any cock that comes along?” The last word is punctuated by a reverberating smack to Jensen’s ass. “Stick it out, I want to get a good look at it.”
Hands grip Jensen’s hips, pulling hard enough that he has to stumble back. A palm pushes his upper body forward until he’s leaning against the wall, ass jutted out behind him. He buries his face in his elbow, biting back a humiliated sob.
“Nice.” The man gropes at Jensen’s ass, two big hands pushing his cheeks together and letting them go again, testing the weight. “Very nice. Now, why don’t you show me what I came here for?”
Confusion breaks through the mess in Jensen’s head. He’s not supposed to speak but he’s afraid not answering will be worse. “I-” He swallows some of the thickness out of his throat. “I don’t... know...”
“God damn, you are lucky you’re pretty. I mean spread your legs and let me see that desperate little hole.”
Jensen feels like he's going to hyperventilate, breath coming ragged and fast as a booted foot kicks his heels apart. His ass clenches up as he’s spread wide, still desperate to hide even with every part of him on display. Flushed with shame, he feels one traitorous bead of precome slip out to trickle down his cock.
“Shh, relax.” The hands on his ass prevent any kind of hiding, holding his cheeks open. The man chuckles, fondly exasperated. “Why would you want to hide this? It’s so perfect.” Thumbs drag down the sensitive skin of his inner cheeks, tracing beside his hole. “I guess if someone in the world had to have the perfect asshole, it’d be you, huh? It’s going to look so fucking good when it’s all stretched out around my dick.”
Jensen shudders at the words, bare toes digging into the carpet. His throat locks hard around more desperate begging as a thick thumb presses against his hole and releases. He can feel the muscles there clench and draw in against the threat of intrusion
“Oh, sweetheart.” The man laughs with simple pleasure as he presses in again, thumb hard against the contracting ring of muscle. “It just can’t wait, can it?” In a sudden movement, he yanks Jensen straight, long arms wrapping around to hold them together. Hot breath in his ear. “You just can’t wait, can you?”
Jensen struggles uselessly, feeling more trapped like this than he has all night. Arms like iron bars hold him tight as the man’s hips start a rolling grind against the top swell of his ass, rough denim scraping over bare skin.
“People use the word way too easy these days, but you really are a slut.” The man noses into the hair behind Jensen’s ear, voice thick and intimate with desire. “I swear I can smell it on you.” He breathes deeply, nose running down Jensen’s hard-beating pulse like he’s following the scent. A tongue rasps against the day-old whiskers on his neck. “Mmm, yeah, I can taste it on you, too. A horny, desperate, dick-hungry slut.” The word is hissed into his ear, drawn out long. “You can’t help it, I know that. But you’re lucky.” The vice-grip of arms loosens and uncurls, two heavy hands falling on Jensen’s shoulders. “Some of us were born to be whores, but some of us were born to fuck them. Get on the floor.”
The hands press down and Jensen goes with them weakly. He grunts as his knees hit the carpet, the impact of it squeezing out tears that trickle down into his mouth with a burst of salt. His arms hang limply as he struggles to control the quavering hitch of his breath. The looming bulk behind him shifts, and he hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
“I-” He doesn’t know where he found his voice, but there it is, thin and wavering with the idea that has sprung up unasked-for in his head. “I could... I could suck you off.”
Maybe it would be better that way. Easier. Maybe if he made this one offer, allowed this one thing, he could avoid everything else. Shame burns hotter through his veins and twists his head down in a cringe. Anything would be better than... than what’s coming... right?
A hand rests in Jensen’s hair, moving in that same familiar petting motion. “Yeah?” It curves towards his forehead, lifting his head back and holding it against the body behind him. Something gently rubs along the length of his cheek and it takes a moment for the warm touch to register as the man’s cock. Jensen tries to suppress a flinch. God, it feels huge. The hips his head is resting against flex once, and the man’s cock drags against the cut of his cheekbone.
“You’d do that for me?” The fight to keep himself from rearing away makes his movements jerky and slow, but Jensen turns all the same. Turns until the spongy soft head of the man’s cock brushes against the corner of his lips, leaving a salty smear there. He can feel his tongue thick in his mouth, imagines it trying to crawl back into his throat like a wild animal. But he nods, lips parting.
He has a second to feel the silky-damp skin catch against his lips before his head is yanked away in a cruel grip.
“Yeah?” Voice gruff with anger, the man twists his grip harder in Jensen’s hair, pulling a pained yell from him. “Fucking tease, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He throws his hand forward and Jensen flies towards the wall, catching himself with another yelp. “You want me to come back. You want me desperate for that ass, just like the rest of them! Get up!”
Jensen tosses his head, limbs shaking as he struggles to rise, denials pouring from his mouth. “I don’t! I’m sorry! Please!”
“Quiet!” Hands in his hair and under his arm yank him upright and shove him into the wall hard enough to bounce. “You want me panting after you, on my knees like some kind of goddamn animal. No.” One shoulder pins Jensen to the wall, digging hard between his shoulders. He hears an odd squelching noise but can’t possibly place it, can barely hear it over his own panicked gasps. His fingers tear and scrabble at the wallpaper, body trying to get away even when his mind knows it’s no use. “No. I’m not going easy on you any more. I’m gonna give you what you need. And you’re gonna take it.”
Fingers, wet with what he hopes to god is lube, dig between Jensen’s ass, finding their goal before he has a chance for anything but a desperate, terrified yell. They push in hard, popping through the ring of his asshole. God, it hurts.
“No, ah- please!” He presses himself to the wall, traitor-hard cock trapped against it as he tries to get as far from those fingers as possible. “Stop!” But it’s no use, the man just moves with him, finger-fucking him with enough force to leave them both panting from the effort.
“Fuck! Fuck, baby, you’re so tight, god dammit.”
The fingers twist and turn, stroking against him from the inside, screwing him open. One crooked push has them pressing hard over his prostate, making him gasp as his hips bounce back with the surge of unwanted pleasure. More hot tears splash down his cheeks as he curses himself. He’s always been so fucking sensitive.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah, work for it. Come on.” The shoulder pinning him to the wall pulls away as the man gets his other hand on Jensen’s ass, holding his cheeks apart. “I knew you’d love it. Come on, fuck that slutty little hole on my fingers.”
They move just right again and Jensen’s ass thrusts back, body mindlessly seeking pleasure to drown out the pain. Sick guilt curls through his stomach as he sags against the wall in despair.
“That’s right. That’s good... chase after it, beautiful.” The man’s voice is hushed, almost reverent as Jensen struggles against his own body’s reactions. With a last, slow pull, the fingers ease out of his ass and hold it wide, open to the air. “I wish you could see this.” But Jensen can feel it, how his ass twitches and flutters, trying to close up against the thumbs that hook in to spread it wider. “It’s begging. Jesus, you’re almost prettier on the inside.”
Weight leans into Jensen just before he feels a petal-light kiss against the bend of his spine. It’s so tender, so loving that there has to be a chance, still. There has to be. No one could touch him like that and not care... right? He opens his mouth, voice thin and quiet. “You don’t have to do this...”
The lips open against his sweaty skin, hot breath offering no comfort. “Shhh, it’s okay.
I do. Baby, I do.” He leans away again, leaving Jensen’s back bare. “We both need this so bad.” Jensen’s breath catches as something blunt moves against his ass, the head of the man’s cock tracing up and down between his cheeks. His chest heaves against the wall in panicked hitches. God. God.
“I need this. Is that what you want to hear? Does it make you happy?” The man’s cock circles around his hole, catching and stuttering on the twitching ring and leaving wet trails of precome behind. Jensen tries to tilt his hips down and away, but a hand snakes around, sliding between his lower stomach and his bobbing cock, forcing the angle. “Fuck, ever since I saw you, I had to have you. I had to fuck you.” The man shifts behind him, planting his feet wide, steadying himself as his cock presses forward. An animal whine builds in Jensen’s chest, spilling out in a nearly unintelligible string of ’no’s. “Had to give this to you.” One grunt of effort and he’s in, wide head of his cock popping through the rim of Jensen’s ass. “Oh fuck, yes!”
Jensen cries out, muscles fighting the intrusion. “Stop! God, please stop!”
The man hisses, shoving against the resistance, crushing Jensen to the wall in one long, endless drive into his body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! There you go, oh God, baby, there you go!”
Jensen is shaking, everything inside him focusing on the cock filling his ass. Over filling it, forcing him open so far, god, so deep inside him that he feels skewered on it. “No!”
With panting grunts, the man bottoms out inside him, heavy balls and wiry pubic hair grinding into his ass. “Oh, shh, shh, fuck, sorry baby, I had to go in all the way. I just...couldn’t help it.” The hand on Jensen’s stomach rubs in firm circles, possessive. Jensen wonders if he can feel the pressure of his own cock from the outside. “I had to feel all of you.” His hips flex, winding in small circles that have his cock stretching out the rim of Jensen’s ass. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Jensen shakes his head wildly, clinging to the wall.
“God, baby you gotta stop lying to me. It’s just gonna make me angry.” Trailing his hand back from Jensen’s stomach, the man takes firm grip of his hips. His palms are huge, spanning the jut of them like twin vices. “You’ve been a whore all your life, there’s never been a day you weren’t ready for this.” On the last word, he pulls out. It’s not far enough to give any relief and he slams back in fast, too fast, shocking a high cry out of Jensen. And another as he does it again. And again. Short, hard thrusts that smack against Jensen’s ass and bounce him off the wall.
“Yes, shit! God, you feel fantastic...” He fucks Jensen harder, picking up speed and rhythm until nearly the full length of his cock is sliding in and out of Jensen’s ass. It’s wet, but not wet enough, Jensen can feel how it tugs on him from the inside out, dragging him raw. Each breath is a ragged sob now, stuttering and shaking from a force that has nowhere to go but straight into his bones.
“You feel that?” The man is breathless, sweaty palms sliding on Jensen’s skin. “Feel how much your ass wants a dick in there? Come on, tell me again that you don’t want it.” Adjusting his grip, his hands slide around to cup over the sharp bones of Jensen’s pelvis, using them like handles to yank Jensen back onto his cock. “Fucking tell me you want me to stop, you lying- little- slut!” Each word has him ramming in harder than ever, pounding through Jensen like an earthquake.
With the scrape of nails, one hand flies up into Jensen’s hair, dragging his head back. “Tell me!”
Jensen can barely find the air to breath, let alone talk, voice coming out in a strained wheeze. “Please! I do! I want you to st-” Another savage thrust pushes him too far, stealing his voice for a second. “Ngh! Stop! Want you to stop, please!”
The man lets go and Jensen’s head snaps forward to the wall where he catches his breath in choking gasps.
“You don’t want this.” He jabs his cock forward sharply and holds, filling Jensen’s ass completely. “Really. What about this, then?” Fingers wrap around Jensen’s cock. “Hmm?” They go tight, making a narrow fist. Clear drops squeeze out of the slit in a steady dribble, sliding over his knuckles. “You’ve been hard as a fucking rock since before I got you naked, slut. Is this some kind of game?” His cock moves again; short, steady thrusts, angled just right to wring pleasure out of Jensen’s trembling body. “Pretend you don’t want it so everyone thinks you’re a good boy? You think they can’t see it in your eyes?” Jensen is grunting in time with the thrusts, teeth gritted hard over the rising bursts of arousal. “Everyone who ever met you knows what you are. You’re a hole, sweetheart. Made to be fucked. You’re gonna come like this. Tears on your face and a stranger’s cock painting your insides, you’re gonna come screaming.”
The grip on Jensen’s cock eases up, but only to put him through even worse torture as the man starts jerking him off in long, perfect strokes.
“No!” Jensen shouts, bucking wildly. He can’t, he can’t give in to this. Get off on it. Like a whore. However it happens; distraction or crazed, desperate strength, Jensen manages to wrench himself away, free.
It doesn’t last.
A hand claws into his hair, driving Jensen into the wall on the opposite side of the hall with a thud. Terrified apologies are already spilling from his lips even as the man crowds in behind him again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, I swear!”
“You fucking whore.” The hand tightens around his skull, bleeding rage. “You fucking whore! You-” Jensen can feel the angry rise and fall of of the chest pressed against his back, the explosions of panting breath hot on his neck. “After everything- you..” The weight lifts as the man pulls away. “Don’t fucking move.”
Like he could. All Jensen can think of as he listens to the movement behind him, the hiss of something moving against something else, is ’knife, knife, knife’. It’s almost a relief when it’s warm fingers that dig into his arm instead of sharp metal. They yank his elbow back as something slides under it and drags across his spine. He tenses as the man pulls at his other arm too, but he can’t fight that strength and he knows it. Then he’s bound, arms looped together behind his back by a wide, warm strip of something. His belt. It must be the man’s belt. Oh god.
He pulls Jensen back by the hips, sending him off balance so he has no choice but to collapse against the wall. The wallpaper, a textured floral pattern, rubs his face and chest raw with most of his weight against it.
“You asked for this. You remember that. I was only giving you what you wanted and you just had to fuck with me.”
In half a second he’s pushing in again, fucking into Jensen with powerful thrusts. He doesn’t even bother to hold on, one hand plants itself flat beside Jensen’s head and the other moves under him to grip his cock again. Pinned, hung between the wall and the relentless pound of hips behind him, Jensen can only take it.
The hand on his cock strips him raw, pulling groan after wretched, sobbing groan out of Jensen, teasing his hips into stuttering rolls.
“That’s right, fuck my fist.” He speeds up, cock driving into Jensen with noisy smacks. The strength behind it is relentless. “Come on! Give it to me, let me feel that ass suck tight around my cock when you get off, slut. Let me feel you want it.”
Jensen flexes his arms until the edge of the belt bites into his flesh, gnaws savagely into his bottom lip to try and dull the rising heat inside him. But the pain only makes it worse, framing the pleasure being forced into him.
The man leans in, body crushing them to the wall as his lips pant filthy into Jensen’s ear. “This won’t be it, y’know. I’m gonna come back.”
Jensen gasps between the strained grunts that burst out of him, timed to the man’s jackhammer thrusts.
“Yeah, fuck, I’m gonna come back.” His words get short; bitten off promises lost between laboured breaths. “Gonna fuck you again and again, slut, make you come, fill you up, make you beg. Tie you down for days, baby.”
Helplessly, Jensen pistons himself back and forth between fist and cock as wet, whining noises spill out of him. Fuck, he sounds like an animal. Something wounded, in distress, but he can’t stop.
“Christ, yes, take it! Fucking tie your whore ass down, get myself off in that hole, over and over again, fuck that lying mouth until I break it.”
Jensen shakes, body curling in as much as it can, trying to fight off the inevitable. His cock is leaking so much now that the wild strokes send liquid spattering all over the wall.
“I know you got a boyfriend. Seen him.”
The words land in his brain like they didn’t bother with his ears and Jensen doesn’t even know what he’s saying now. Begging and pleading and ’no’ and ’yes’ all tumbling together into a shameful torrent. He doesn’t want, but he needs.
“Think he can stop me? I’ll tie him down too- fuck- strap him to the bed, lay you on top of him, he’ll see it on your face when I slide my cock into you. Think he’d like tha- ah- that?” He’s savage, pounding into Jensen, screwing him so hard that his feet nearly lift off the rug with every thrust. “Just a walking hole. A dirty- panting- needy little cockslut and he’ll see it when I shove you down on my cock! I’ll push your face into it after you come all over him, hold you down in it, fuck you again, just like that, and you’ll love it!”
Jensen seizes up as it hits, up on his toes with his legs quaking, arms pulling tight enough to make the belt binding them creak in protest. He comes hard and sharp, like being stabbed. “God! God, please!” Raw, torn-apart yells as tears of despair and fucking relief squeeze out of his screwed shut eyes. His cock jerks in the man’s fist as he comes all over the wall and all over himself, ass clenching tight enough that the man hisses at the pressure.
“Shit! Shit, yes! Come on, baby, fuck, your ass, desperate, fucking milking me!” The man grabs him around the chest, yanks him upright and crushes him full length against the wall, never stopping the slam of his hips. The slick hand on his still spurting cock abandons it and flies up to Jensen’s face, smearing his own come over his mouth and cheeks in a wet mess. “Smell it, taste it.” Hand clawing at Jensen’s mouth, the man fucks him viciously into the wall. “Taste it you fucking whore, taste what you are, fuck, fuck!”
It’s only when two fingers force themselves between Jensen’s lips that the man comes. Spreading the thick, bitter taste over Jensen’s tongue, fingers hooking behind his teeth and palm clamping to his chin, the man finally, finally, comes. His body curls around Jensen, head falling to his shoulder where he bites and growls his release into sweat damp skin. The screams of pain his teeth pull out send his hips into overdrive, digging up into Jensen’s ass in a fast, rutting grind.
When it’s over, when the iron grip of arms around him eases up and the cock in his ass slows to a stop, still buried inside him, Jensen sucks in a shaking breath. It burns through him, like it’s his first in hours.
“Fuck.“ The man sounds completely spent, voice warm with satisfaction. But there’s no tenderness when he lets go, nothing as he lets Jensen’s limp body slide down between him and the wall, cock pulling loose with a wet slurp.
Jensen hits his knees and rests his cheek against the wall, catching his breath with wheezing gasps. He tries not to feel the trickle of come leaking out of his sore, stinging ass, slick and warm between his thighs. Above him, the man takes a few deep sighs before tucking his cock away and crouching down.
“Mmm.” Fingertips slide and catch over the sticky mess on Jensen’s face, dragging his bottom lip down. Jensen doesn’t have the energy to turn away, eyes staring dully at the carpet. “You look pretty like this. Used. Like you should.” The fingers trail down his neck and along his side, moving over his ass where three of them push roughly into his hole. They flex wide. “You remember this, sweetheart.” Jensen whimpers as his body is jostled around the fingers holding him open, shifted by the man tugging at the belt around his arms until it comes loose. “You remember what you are.” His fingers relax and fuck in and out gently, a parody of affection. “And you keep this ready for me.”
Jensen barely feels it as the man pulls away, wiping the wet smear from his fingers on to Jensen’s thigh. He feels numb, muffled, like he’s floating in water. The thump of booted footsteps trailing away sounds strangely distant, the tall form disappearing down the hall, leaving Jensen behind like a broken toy.
***
He comes back to himself eventually, blinking his way into a place where reality can intrude again. Damn, he’s sore. Everywhere. From his scalp to his mouth, his tingling arms, his ass, his cock, even his feet ache from the effort of trying to stay upright in the face of that vicious fuck. Jared really hadn’t held back.
But beyond all that is a heavy, bone-deep satisfaction and the residual tingle of one of the deepest, hardest orgasms he’s had in his life.
Soon enough, he crawls back into his pants and finds his feet again, clinging to the wall for support and following it down the hall. After a quick detour to clean the worst of the mess off his face, he eases down the stairs and into their living room. Jared is there, sitting against one end of the couch with his knees up in front of him, teeth worrying at his thumbnail. A scrap of black knitted cloth; the mask, Jensen realizes, sits at the other end of the couch where it holds Jared’s gaze.
He looks up when Jensen enters, brow drawing up tight. “Jen? Are you... um...”
It’s unsaid, but Jensen hears the ‘okay’ part just fine. And the ‘sorry, stupid question’ that probably would have followed. He offers a tired smile instead of an answer and limps over, pulling Jared’s legs apart so he can settle back between them. He tries to take it slow but still winces at the pained protests from some of his more abused parts. Behind him, Jared sucks in a worried breath. “Jens-”
“S’okay.” Jensen cuts him off, leaning back into his chest. Tentative arms curl around him. “You?”
“Me?” Jared shifts, shrugging. “Nothing happened to me, I’m-” All it takes is a raised eyebrow and a look from the corner of Jensen’s eye to cut him off this time. “Okay, so...” Jared hesitates, thumb brushing over a red mark on Jensen’s arm where his belt had dug in. “I’m a little disturbed at how well I took to that.”
“I took pretty well, too, but I have it on repeated authority that it doesn’t make me weird.” Jensen toys with the wide ring on Jared’s finger, turning it back and forth. “So, you know, same to you.”
Jared laughs softly, seeming a little surprised over the sound. “Yeah. You, um, you kinda got lost there, huh?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Jensen leans his head back against Jared’s shoulder, letting his eyes drift shut. He really had. Once he gave himself over to it, the fantasy had taken hold so deep that he was still peeling away the layers. But even now he was starting to reconcile the violent attack with the safe, warm body cradling him now. “But I came back.” He yawns, exhausted now that everything else has faded out of him. “I’m gonna crawl into a bath later, then you are definitely giving me a massage.”
Jared shifts down, movements a little more certain as he pulls Jensen closer to his chest. “Not now?”
“Nah.” With a lazy twist, Jensen rests his mouth against whatever he can reach, which turns out to be the stubbled curve of Jared’s jaw. “Later.”