CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // September 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
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Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
Jensen licks a thick, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, slipping his lips over the tip as he starts to thrust, slowly starting to work Jared open. Jared grips the sheets, his knuckles white and aching slightly with the strength of his grasp, struggling to keep his hips still, to not cry out and risk waking Lily.
Thankfully, he adjusts quickly, his body catching up and remembering that he loves this. “Jensen,” he breathes. “More.”
Jensen’s eyes flick up to his, catching and holding, the fire in those stormy-green depths burning through Jared where they’re touching, setting a matching blaze in his veins. Jensen takes his blood-thick length in deep, hollowing his cheeks, tongue wiggling along all the most sensitive spots, as he pushes a second finger in as well. The fact that it’s been eight months since Jared has had an orgasm becomes painfully clear when he feels himself already rushing headfirst toward the edge. He gasps his husband’s name, unable to stop his climax from tearing through him almost violently. Jensen adjusts seamlessly, pulling back enough not to choke but swallowing everything Jared has to give, his fingers pressing in deep, rubbing against his prostate to enhance and draw out the sensation.
Jared’s panting, chest heaving, his whole body shaking, by the time the shivery aftershocks have passed and Jensen pulls away - leaving his fingers still inside Jared but unmoving, knowing how sensitive he’ll be at the moment. Jensen settles against Jared’s side, smiling soft and loving and beautiful when Jared turns his head. He uses what energy he has left right now and reaches up, grabs the back of Jensen’s neck and pulls him into a wet, dirty kiss, the flavor of his come thick on Jensen’s tongue.
A few long minutes pass, just the wet sound of their lips and the harshness of their breathing filling the room. Despite the strength of his orgasm, Jared’s still half-hard. “Don’t stop,” he half-commands, half-begs into the kiss, smearing the words against Jensen’s lips.
Jensen grunts, either in surprise or agreement, but either way he picks right back up where he left off, two fingers deep, twisting and spreading and thrusting, working Jared open. Jared’s simultaneously relaxed and worked-up, clinging to Jensen’s broad shoulders, hips thrusting down against Jensen’s fingers - three now - kissing and biting Jensen’s lips while still sated and trembling slightly, the pressure still built up in his groin in direct contrast to the fact that his limbs feel like overcooked noodles.
Jensen doesn’t need to ask if he’s ready and Jared doesn’t tell him. They’ve been sleeping together long enough that Jensen knows Jared’s body probably better than Jared knows it himself.
He can’t quite bite back a whine when Jensen pulls his fingers out. He’s always hated that empty feeling. Jensen pulls back, breaking the kiss, and grabs the condom. Jared bites down on his bottom lip, watching as Jensen rolls the latex down his long, thick length, uses more lube to slick himself up, then crawls back between Jared’s legs. Their eyes meet again as Jensen settles over him, weight on one forearm next to Jared’s head, his hand between them to line himself up.
Jared’s always been in love with the way Jensen looks at him. Even when they were just friends. Jensen’s eyes are more expressive than anyone he’s ever known and Jared has always been able to read him like an open book. And despite how cheesy and cliché, he grabs the back of Jensen’s neck, fingers digging into flesh and muscle, pulls him down, their foreheads resting together, and whispers, “I love you, Jen.”
“I love you, too, Jay,” Jensen replies softly.
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They’re both quiet aside from a few breathy moans and whispers of each other’s names - neither of them have ever been really big talkers but occasionally Jensen’ll break out the dirty talk just to get Jared going. In the end, Jared comes again between their stomachs, not a hand on him, and Jensen follows shortly after, buried as deep as possible.
Jensen gently pulls away and gets rid of the condom and ducks across the hall to the bathroom quietly, mindful of their still blessedly asleep little angel. Jensen cleans them both up and Jared curls up against his side, falling asleep before his head even settles on Jensen’s chest.
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