!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! UNDERAGE Prompting Post // September 1st - September 15th

[alycat]

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 kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic

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FILLED: J2, first time, age difference, dirty talk (5/?)

[moxay]

(wah, okay, seriously thought this would be the last one, but, uh. Right. apparently not.)

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Jensen groans and makes quick work of pulling Jared’s shirt of his head and throwing it onto the floor. Jared gasps and grasps desperately at the hem of Jensen’s shirt, but his fingers are shaking and he can’t get a good grip, so Jensen does that, too. It goes the same way with their belts, then their pants and boxers, with Jensen easily slipping Jared out of his clothes, and Jared fumbling with the same task until Jensen takes over. When they’re both finally out of all of their clothes, Jensen grins and pushes Jared lightly back so that he falls onto the bed. Jensen falls on top of him, hands running along the newly exposed planes of Jared’s stomach and hips, and Jared is just gone, writhing and moaning and fisting his hands in the sheets, pulling them up under his palms, his skin flushed all over, and it hits Jensen, hard, that he’s the first. It probably shouldn’t affect Jensen the way that it is, but there you have it. Jensen was the first to map out the inside of that pretty, wide mouth with his lips and tongue and teeth, and he’s the first to see Jared’s chest flushed red with this particular mix of turned-on and embarrassed, and Jensen is the first (only, a low voice growls in the back of his head) to hear the desperate little whimpers that are forcing their way out of Jared’s mouth, these quiet pleas that shoot straight to Jensen’s cock almost as much as anything else.

Jensen trails one hand lightly down Jared’s stomach, flitting over his hips and past where Jared’s hard again, dipping down lower until he feels Jared’s hole. He brushes his thumb over the muscle, and Jared jolts like he’s been shocked. Jared buries his fingers in Jensen’s hair, tugging him up. Jensen reaches blindly for the bottle of lube on his nightstand (what? It’s normal.) while Jared rocks down against his fingers. Jensen pulls his hand away to coat his fingers in slick, but Jared whines at its absence and tightens his grip in Jensen’s hair almost painfully.

“Shh, Jay, it’s alright, I got you, gonna take care’a you, remember?” Jensen moves his hand back down and circles his middle finger around the rim, savoring the way it sends shivers up and down Jared’s body. “Gotta relax for me, c’mon, gotta-- shit.” His middle finger slips in, up to the first muscle, and Jensen thinks he might pass out. Jared is tighter than anything he’s ever felt, and it hits him again that Jared is a virgin, but not in the way it’s been hitting him all night. For all that the kid’s been pushing this since Jensen kissed him, Jared has never done anything before, and he’s trusting Jensen to be his first time-- first time for everything. Which means prep. Lots and lots of prep.

He can do that.

“C’mon,” he shushes, twisting his finger where it’s inside Jared, surrounded by tight muscle. “Need you to relax, ‘kay? Gonna take care of you, promise, but you gotta relax.”

Jared shakes his head childishly and surges up, tugging Jensen down so that Jared can suck on his jaw some more. “Don’t wanna go slow. Wanna fuck. Jen, please, want you so bad, just, just-- ah!” Jensen twists his finger just a little, searching, until Jared presses back suddenly and practically shouts, his gasps turning more and more desperate. Jensen almost wants to laugh at how awe-struck the boy looks, but he doubts that that would go over well, so he smothers it with a smile and pulls his finger out only for a second before adding another and pressing back in.

He leans back. Just a little, just enough to take in the sight of the boy underneath him, but it’s enough to warrant a low whistle. “You’re gorgeous, y’know that?”

He didn’t think it was possible, but Jared’s blush actually darkens, and he frowns, which is so not an expression Jensen ever wants to see on him again. Jared opens his mouth, actually looking like he’s about to argue with him, so Jensen twists his fingers, scissoring them apart, and Jared’s face abruptly switches back to the open-mouthed, half-lidded expression it should be in. Jensen leans back in and kisses Jared, hard and unforgiving, pulling back just as Jared starts to kiss back. “So fucking gorgeous, you don’t even know.”