!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! UNDERAGE Prompting Post // May 1st - May 15th
This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS. That means all prompts with pairings where one or both is under the age of 18.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks.
2. Please come up with a title for your fic.
3. NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES! Use space, ( Read more... )
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks.
2. Please come up with a title for your fic.
3. NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES! Use space, ( Read more... )
“I really don’t want to.” Trying to let some of how badly he needs this show on his face; eyes locked onto Jared’s with as much defiance as he can summon out of the haze in his mind and the inferno in his belly. Judging by the way Jared’s pupils are now so dark the light from the house just seems to get sucked into them, he thinks it’s probably working.
“God, Jensen. The way you look.” Pointed tip of Jared’s nose running along his jaw, dipping to his neck. “The way you smell.” Jared’s soft lips press to his throat, and Jensen makes a noise like the cracked bastard child of a moan and a whimper; hips twitching forward even though Jared has him held sternly against the wall.
“Want you. Fuck, Jared please.” Heat in his veins only getting worse as Jared alternates between sucking kisses along his neck and just breathing him in like he’s the only source of air Jared has.
“What, Jensen? Tell me what you want.” Cock twitching hard at the gruff words practically snarled against his skin, and fuck he expects Jensen to answer with words when he’s doing that scrape-drag thing with the blunt ends of his teeth?
“You. God, fuck me. Mate me. Please Jared.” Head thunking back against the brick, words like broken glass in his throat.
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Jared has to be dreaming.
No way does he actually have the - admittedly underage - beta of his dreams - and thoughts, and fantasies - pinned outside his front door, begging for his knot like he knows what any of it means.
Jared should take Jensen home, let his heat pass and then pretend none of this ever happened except for when he’s jerking off.
But Jensen is just pliant and hot and so fucking wet that Jared can smell it through his clothes, leaning back against the wall looking like the filthiest and most dangerous thing Jared has ever seen.
He should send Jensen away. Really.
Nobody is that much of a martyr.
He doesn’t so much kiss Jensen; as he does fist his hands in the beta’s floppy, blonde hair and just crush their mouths together; tongue parting the boy’s - Christ he’s just a boy - pretty pink lips and drawing the sweet, heat-strengthened taste of Jensen into himself.
Jensen makes the most amazing noises as Jared just takes his mouth; high moans and jagged whimpers that erode the shreds of Jared’s self-control like water on rock. He pulls Jensen into him and gets his arms around his waist, hands spanning the cheeks of his ass, finding and pressing at the patch of slick soaking through, and grinds them together at the hips, slick-wet sounds of dirty kisses loud in the silent space between his house and the orange glow of streetlamps.
That’s when he remembers they’re pretty much standing outside in full view of Jensen’s house, directly opposite the front windows where the light of a television is flickering on the curtains.
Jared should send the beta home to his parents.
“Come inside with me.” Words breathed against Jensen’s mouth as he breaks the kiss, hands dropping to leanly muscled shoulders, and apparently social responsibility can go fuck itself.
“God, yeah. Want it. Want you so much.” Trying to clamber up Jared’s body with his hands laced behind his neck, little mewls of frustration and unfocused need spilling from his kiss-bruised mouth.
Jared seriously needs to get them inside.
He all but carries Jensen up the stairs to his bedroom, strong nimble fingers of the beta’s hands scrabbling at his belt as he moves them down the hall and into the comfortable, not-quite-luxurious space of his room. Jensen urges him around with a hand on his shoulder, and Jared gets lost in the young - so fucking young - boy’s mouth again, could probably do this for hours every day and never feel like it was enough.
That’s gonna be a problem, he can tell.
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He immediately decides that the beta looks insanely good spread out on his sheets; freckles nearly invisible with the flush and sheen of sweat on his skin, eyes wide and bright and so fucking green as he looks up at Jared from his uncoordinated, unconsciously sexy sprawl and licks his lips; move so sensuous it almost looks planned.
But it isn’t, because Jensen has never done this before.
That thought comes close to making him shoot right inside his jeans before they’ve even started.
Scent of beta heat filling the room and clouding his senses; Jared nods for Jensen to move up the bed as he crawls up after him, ending with his knees bracketing the boy’s thighs and his hands planted on the pillow on either side of his head.
He tries to think of something to say; but with the desperate way Jensen is trying to drag him down on top of him, and the look in those eyes of his, the words just turn to steam in throat, rising out as a low moan that makes the scent of heat grow even stronger.
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Jensen is almost out of his mind. So on edge and full of want he can barely breathe, much less think.
He might like it, just a little.
Jared is lowering more and more of his weight down onto him, and with every inch that he’s pressed into the comfortable mattress, the painful twist in his guts at not getting what he needs fades a little more. The hot, almost-biting kisses Jared is laying across his mouth, combined with the drag of his denim-clad cock right over where Jensen is adding a wet patch to the front of his sweats with how much precome he’s leaking, is shoving him so fast toward the cliff-edge of orgasm he can’t stop it.
“Gonna come, aren’t you? Come all over yourself, just from rubbing off against me.” Words growled so low they’re barely audible as Jared sucks bruises into his neck and toward his collarbone. “Haven’t even started with you yet. So fucking eager.” Said like praise and water falling from his mouth as he grinds his hips down, and Jensen kinda wants to point out that he’s in heat, so of course he’s fucking eager, but then he’s too busy creaming his shorts like the kid he is to get the words out.
The feeling of the wet pulses shooting in his clothes is insanely filthy-hot, completely eclipsed by the way Jared has pulled back, sitting on his haunches to watch as the dark, damp patch spreads across the grey material, and Jensen really didn’t think he could blush any more than he already is.
He might like it more than a little.
“Such a good boy, Jensen. So good for me. Gonna take such good care’a you.” Muttered like he’s not actually talking to Jensen, eyes roving over him like a physical touch.
Then Jensen’s being divested of his shirt and pants and - really sticky - shorts so fast he almost misses it. Jared just flings the clothes off to one side like it’s burning him to hold onto them, and then he’s crossing his arms at the hem of his own tee and lifting it off and shit he’s fucking huge; planes of solid muscle and smooth brown skin for miles as he undresses quick but with this predatory, purposeful grace that’s just so fucking sexy.
Soon as they’re both naked; backs of Jensen’s thighs sticking to the sheets where he’s spilling slick like a capsized oil tanker, Jared presses them together from chest to toes; big long-fingered hands lacing with Jensen’s and pressing them into the pillow either side of his head.
“Gonna be mine, Jensen.” Not a question, doesn’t need to be.
He gets his legs around Jared’s tapered waist, crosses his ankles like he’s trying to stop the alpha getting away. The sight of his dick makes every primal nerve in Jensen’s body scream so loud he’s surprised he can’t hear it in the room over their harsh breathing and the pounding of his heart.
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Jared leans his weight forward ‘till he’s blocking out the lamplight, once again outlined by it in the style of some beautiful, erotic artwork; hard lines and smooth curves and Jensen cannot bear being this empty anymore.
“C’mon, God I need it, Jay, c’mon.” Throat so dry it hurts to talk, sound of his own sandpaper-rough voice surprising him. Jared makes a soothing noise like he’s talking to a frantic animal, squeezes Jensen’s fingers where they’re gripping Jared’s tight enough to hurt.
“S’okay, baby. Gonna give you what you need yeah?” He manages to line himself up without loosening the grip that’s holding Jensen to the bed like an insect pinned to cardboard, and thank fuck they don’t have waste time with lube and prep right now.
The slide of hard flesh into him is the most intense thing he’s ever felt. Too-full and not full enough as Jared works his hips forward slowly, inescapable pressure and slick drag over Jensen’s insides as inch after inch of cock fills him up.
Christ, less than a minute in and he’s already addicted to this.
He doesn’t know how long it takes for Jared to sheath himself inside completely; could be minutes or hours or days from the way every sensation in his body is narrowed to that one point; living, pulsing heat of Jared inside him pushing every thought from his head so thoroughly he probably couldn’t spell his own name.
“Fuck, Jensen. So damn tight.” Grind of pelvis like a reflex, muscles and tendons in his forearms flexing as he spasmodically clenches his fingers in Jensen’s.
“So full.” Said as he shoves his head back into the pillow and his hips back into Jared’s fucking perfect dick, small movements all he can make with only his upper half on the bed and his arms pinned down. He’s trapped and pretty damn helpless and he really fucking likes it.
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If there was ever a moment that Jared could’ve stopped this, it’s been set alight and turned to ash by now.
The sight of Jensen spread open around him, so trusting and needy and gorgeous as he thrashes his head and takes it, like he never wants anything but Jared’s cock in him, is almost enough to distract from the hot, wet grip of his ass as he flutters and squeezes so tight it’s almost painful.
Fuck, Jensen’s supposed to be the one in heat, here.
He’s trying to stay still and give Jensen time to adjust, but he can’t help the twitching forward motion of his hips as he fills Jensen up over and over, grinding against him like he can get any deeper than he is already.
It’s not even the physical stuff, which is a stupid thought to have when he’s got this stunning beta fucking back onto his dick, but it’s the truth. Jensen is his; every poorly-repressed possessive thought he’s ever had about this boy is stampeding through his mind; how much he wants to keep Jensen here, like this; flushed and glassy-eyed and stuffed full, how badly he wants to make him laugh and see those lines that crease the skin next to his eyes when he smiles, how much he wants to protect him and shelter him and love him.
It’s that last part that makes him twitch inside the grip of his beta’s wet heat, makes him fuck forward hard to hear the noises he can push from the boy‘s perfect mouth; the knowledge that Jensen wants him, chose him when he could’ve gotten any alpha he wanted. He’s not thinking anything but Jensen over and over, like the haze of oestrus from Jensen is travelling into him through every point of contact.
He leans his weight down enough that the beta’s stone-hard, leaking, pretty dick is trapped between them, feel of it trailing slick-shiny precome over his stomach each time pulls back. He’s gonna make Jensen come again; knot him tight and fill him up and mate him.
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Jensen makes a murdered groan as he comes to the feel of Jared marking him up from the inside; muscles clenching and squeezing, milking Jared for everything he’s got as he creams the beta so fucking deep he’d be surprised if the boy couldn’t taste it.
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It hurts a little when Jared finally pounds into him and Jensen feels the knot at the base of his cock catch on his hole, but fuck if that sharp note of pain doesn’t make it better.
The first warm-wet rush of come right over that awesome spot inside him is what makes him come the second time; white flashes in his vision as he shoots over the skin of his chest; hot mess sticking between them as Jared rocks gently against him, filling him so completely Jensen can’t imagine wanting anything else for the rest of his life.
The itchy too-tight feeling of his skin is gone, something soothing and warm falling over him as Jared kisses him again; soft press of lips and swipe of tongues as he licks Jensen’s mouth open and fills him even more.
He feels content in a way he never has; like he’s been struggling against a current for years and has only now figured out how to swim, to keep his head above water and actually breathe. He wants to sleep for days and kiss for hours and keep Jared right here over him, body warm and sheltering and keeping him full.
“So good, Jared. S’perfect.” Has to say something, feels like he’s gonna burst if he doesn’t. His voice is no less wrecked, but it’s less obvious with how the words are breathed against Jared’s skin where their sweat-damp foreheads are pressed together, and Jared makes a deep humming noise in reply that Jensen feels right down to his bone marrow.
Jared’s still coming in small bursts, and Jensen can feel the heat of it inside him counteracting the insistent need of his cycle.
He’s thrumming with aftershocks and post-orgasm exhaustion, and despite how badly he wants to feel every second of this, he can’t help the heavy weight of his eyelids as they slide shut, breath shuddering from his lungs as he falls asleep in the arms of his mate.
The next thing he feels is his body shaking on the bed as someone grips his shoulder.
Through the sore feeling in his limbs and the fucked-out buzz in his head, he vaguely realises that the voice calling his name is his dad’s.
The only way that makes sense is if he’s just had the most photorealistic wet dream of his entire life.
But when he opens his eyes, he’s not in his room; he’s in Jared’s. The sheets are up over his waist, and he doesn’t feel wet and gross like he’d expected, but that doesn’t explain what the everloving fuck his dad is doing in here.
“Get your clothes, we’re going home.” All he says once he registers that Jensen is conscious, no real emotion in the words at all. Then he’s standing away from the bed, eyes everywhere but actually on Jensen, turning and practically stomping from the room.
Jensen is kinda glad for the slowly return burn of his heat when every cell and organ in his body goes ice-cold.
Jared isn’t anywhere in the room.
Getting dressed in just his shirt and sweatpants, he crumples the still-damp shorts into a pocket, and tries to quell the panic building in his chest and the vague unjustified sense of shame in his gut.
He heads downstairs to the hallway, not registering the details of Jared’s place any more than he had on the way in, albeit for much less pleasant reasons this time.
His parents are standing awkwardly by the door, and a glance to one side shows Jared in the living room, standing rigid as a statue facing the windows. In all the time Jensen has known Jared, he’s never seen him this tense.
His insides get colder.
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I may get one more part up tonight; the angst won't leave me alone.
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I'll get chapeter 9 posted, and then sleep. Or I'll try. Or I'll try to try.
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It’s possible he’s completely fucked up his life, here.
His parents don’t say one word to him as they go inside and he absently follows them to the kitchen. They don’t look at him, don’t yell, don’t even tell them how obviously disappointed or disgusted they are.
At least they aren’t calling the cops. Yet.
He trails out of the room and goes upstairs to shower; where at least the hiss of running water covers the sound of him sobbing as the pain bends him in two and he curls over on himself; and the tears on his face could just as easily be spray from the showerhead.
He leaves his clothes on the bathroom floor, can’t bring himself to do anything with them. Should probably just throw them out. Burn them, maybe; some kinda poetic justice.
Going into his room, he notices the window is still open; chill in the air and breeze ruffling the curtains. He shuts it, and stands there just staring out at the house across the street, can vaguely make out Jared’s towering form still exactly where they’d left him in his living room.
He falls into bed and tries to sleep; ends up mashing his face into the pillow as he soaks it with the salt water from his eyes and the saliva from his mouth as he bites it to keep from screaming.
The fuck has he gone and done?
His heat lasts two more days; mercifully cut short because of the mating - the sex - but still enough to make him hard and slick from the inside. He ignores it. Can’t bear to touch himself; can’t summon a single thought that wouldn’t involve Jared if he tried to relieve the urge.
When it’s over; he spends an hour talking himself into, and then out of going to see Jared, to try and...Well he doesn’t know, really. Explain himself? Demand an explanation for calling his parents? Beg forgiveness? Beg for something else that he apparently has no right to?
He finally waits until Jared takes his dogs for their morning run before he goes to talk to him; figures that’ll at least cut down on the odds of getting a door slammed in his face.
He still throws up beforehand.
He isn’t sneaking up on Jared, exactly, but the alpha runs with earphones in, so Jensen still ends up startling him when he turns onto the street and sees him standing there.
The look on his face is some awful mixture of awkwardness and fear, maybe irritation; all things Jared has never directed at him.
He might throw up again.
“J-Jensen. Are you. What do you want?” Face cycling through too many expressions to keep track of; starts with concern and goes rapidly downhill.
“I wanted. I needed to talk to you. About the. About-” Bumbling suddenly cut off.
“Look, Jensen, I get it, but. This isn’t a good idea, okay? Go home.” Lines of tension on his forehead, crease between his eyebrows as he talks, like he’s getting a headache.
“But I-”
“Go home, Jensen. I can’t talk to you right now, okay?” Pleading on his face, desperation in his voice, and Jensen’s legs are useless weights that anchor him in place as Jared moves carefully around him in a wide berth and jogs up to his house.
He’s inside and gone from view before Jensen can process any of what just happened.
Oh he’s definitely gonna throw up again.
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I can see it going for a while; lots of angst and making up and parents and possibly kid!fic timestamp potential with this =D
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