CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // December 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons 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. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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When Jared unbuckles his belt and lets the heavy buckle pull his jeans to the floor, Jensen feels like thanking whatever deities might be out there for sending him out on this latest modeling job.
At first, Jensen hadn’t wanted to do it - a shoot in the woods of British Columbia wasn’t exactly a boost to his portfolio, thank you very much. Who even shot in Canada? But that was all before he caught sight of the real lumberjacks the agency had picked for the in-the-woods shoot. His agent had muttered something about verisimilitude but Jensen had been too busy watching the tall lumberjack who had introduced himself as Jared.
And now here they were, in Jared’s cabin. Because, seriously? What could be more cliched than a lumberjack in a log cabin? It would have made Jensen snicker if he wasn’t too busy practically drooling as Jared started to peel off his clothes. Jensen wanted to see some wood from the lumberjack, alright, but that had nothing to do with the cabin.
“So hot,” is what he mumbled, reaching for his own belt. “I want to see what type of wood you’re packing.”
“Seriously?” Jared paused with his hands on his boxers. “Wood puns?”
Jensen smirked. “You’re a lumberjack and we’re about to have sex in your log cabin. You’re even wearing plaid and a toque for christsakes. You can’t say anything about my bad puns.”
Jared crossed the room in two big steps - his legs were really like tree trunks - and stood in front of Jensen. Jensen craned his neck up to look at Jared, who had to be at least six and a half feet tall. It was Jared’s turn to smirk as he slowly pushed Jensen to his knees. “I know I’m good at working wood with my hands. Let’s see what you can do with your mouth.”
Now that Jensen was on his knees staring up at Jared, Jared seemed to go on for miles and his broad shoulders looked like they could block out the sun. There were more pressing matters at hand. Jensen reached forward and pushed Jared’s boxers out of the way to let his cock spring free. His mouth watered at the sight. Jared was huge, red and curved left. Fully hard, the underside of his heavy cock had two thick veins. Jensen couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it.
He leaned forward and let the heavy, hot flesh hit his cheek. He could smell Jared from here - Ivory soap and skin and sweat. He let his tongue slowly brush under the head and above him Jared groaned and fisted his huge paws. Jensen wanted those big hands all over him.
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“Jensen, you don’t have to…If you can’t…” His voice sounded wrecked already and Jensen was looking forward to hearing it after he had made Jared scream.
“Well, it isn’t a twig. A good piece of lumber you have there.”
Jared groaned again. “The wood jokes, still? Really?”
“Hey, I’m the one choking on your cock here. If I want to make punny jokes, I guess that’s alright. Now are we going to keep chatting or can I go back to sucking your cock?” Jensen pushed Jared back against a wall, kissed him hard with plenty of teeth and sunk to his knees again.
This time, he was able to work up enough spit that the slide down was easier. His jaw still ached like a bitch, but he was able to use both hands to slide up and down the shaft where his mouth couldn’t reach. He used his tongue and lips to tease the head and the top half of the cock, feeling the addictive glide and silkiness.
“Jensen, God, your mouth. So crazy. You suck me down so good. I’m so hard. Fuck, I want to fuck you. I want you to make me come. I want to taste your cock. Fuck, fuck.” Jared apparently didn’t shut up even when given a sloppy a blowjob. Jensen continued to slurp and lick, his chin getting covered in pre-cum and his own spit, until he felt his jaw would become unhinged. Finally, he rose to his knees, wiped his mouth and started stripping both of them out of their clothes. He tossed off his Versace shirt and designer jeans before sliding down his boxer briefs. Jared watched him with hooded eyes. Jensen then reached up and grabbed Jared’s ridiculous toque and helped him out the layers of plaid.
When they were both naked, Jared growled and pushed Jensen up against the wall, kissing him until Jared’s beard started to chafe. Jensen took a deep breath, carding his hands through Jared’s beard.
“You’re hairy.”
Jared grunted. “Well, you probably wax.”
Jensen hummed before leaning in and biting down on Jared’s pec. There was hair there, too, softer than his beard and with the familiar smell of Ivory and sweat. When he heard Jared’s groan at the biting, he continued to nibble along the hairy chest and jawline. Jared was getting really sweaty now, and Jensen would usually find that disgusting but somehow this time it just made him harder. His cock was drooling against his stomach as he tongued at Jared’s nipples and bit down on one and the other.
Jared continued to swear and mumble above him and suddenly moved, pushing the two of them to the ground. They were in front of the fireplace and there was an honest-to-fuck bearskin rug in front of it. Jensen found himself on his hands and knees, forehead pressed into the fur while Jared loomed behind him.
“I’mma taste you. Get my tongue in so deep it’ll make you scream” is what Jared promised before he pulled Jensen’s cheeks apart and dove in. Jensen grunted and groaned into the warm fur of the rug while Jared sucked, kissed, and licked at his hole. The wet warmth felt amazing and Jensen found himself pushing back, but those huge meaty arms of Jared’s gripped him and held him tight. Jared resumed his task, jabbing at Jensen with his tongue until the muscle gave way and Jensen all but roared as he felt Jared’s tongue running around the inside of his rim, pushing deeper and deeper. He could feel the tongue undulating, could hear every filthy slurp and it made him want to hump the rug, but he was held fast.
When his hole was wet and sloppy and he himself was a sobbing mess, he felt one of Jared’s huge fingers running up and down his crack, swirling around the rim of his hole. It made his catch his breath until Jared shoved the finger inside and Jensen arched his back to get it further inside. Jared had huge hands, thick fingers with fat knuckles, and plenty of callouses. It all felt like heaven inside -- the best, dirtiest kind of burn.
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“You’re so hot like this. Pretty model, all laid out naked on my rug taking it up the ass. What else can you get up there, hmm?” Jared was licking his ear, whispering and panting.
“I dunno. See if you can get that tree trunk up there.”
Jared snorted but then stilled. “Are you sure? I’m not small…”
Jensen looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Bring on that timber of yours. I’m good. Promise. I want to feel it for days. Please.” Jared rolled his eyes at the pun but withdrew his fingers. A moment later, Jensen heard the crinkling of the condom package. He would have loved Jared to fill him up bare, but even though he doubted Jared saw much action up here in his cabin he still wanted to play it safe. Part of him hoped it would be a repeat thing so that he could get filled up with cum and no barriers.
His train of thought was interrupted when Jared’s blunt cock was nudging at his hole. Jared’s huge biceps curled around him as he pushed it, one hand on either side of Jensen’s head, so that Jensen’s entire body was covered by the hot larger frame of the lumberjack. It felt so hot that Jensen had to reach down and grab the base of his cock to keep from coming. He could feel Jared inside him and covering him body. He could feel his sweat pressing into his own skin and smell him all around him. He could hear Jared’s quiet puffs of air and grunts of exertion as he struggled to hold back.
“I’m not a delicate flower here. Harder.” To prove his point, he craned his neck and nipped Jared. The move caused a moan from Jared and then Jared was pushing him further into the rug, bottoming out in one long slide of lube and cock. The both groaned and panted, resting in front of the huge fireplace.
Jensen craned his neck around, kissed Jared and thrust back. It seemed to be all the encouragement needed, because Jared started thrusting, slowly at first and then faster and rougher as he became encouraged by Jensen’s moans and pleading.
Jared hauled Jensen up into his lap and started whispering more filth into his ear as he continued to thrust. “Such a hot little piece of ass. Your ass is as hot as your face, felt so good on my tongue and now feels so good on my cock. You take it so nicely, take it all. I wish I could pull it out now and feed it into that mouth. Would you suck it now, suck me dry?”
Jensen was all but limp in Jared’s arms, overstimulated and ready to burst. Pre-come was dribbling freely out of his cock and he shook like a rag doll, grunting with each of Jared’s thrusts. He let himself relax into the larger body behind him, loving the manhandling. Every puff of air from Jared’s breath smelled dark from the rimming and also smelled faintly of candy, as though Jared had been eating sugar just before Jensen arrived with his thin pretense.
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“Close, so close.” Jared was murmuring. “Come with me.” One of his huge hands wrapped around Jensen’s cock and Jensen was done, coming harder than he ever had in his life, losing all sense of time and place. Dimly, he could hear Jared scream and could feel warmth flooding the condom.
When he recovered, Jared was still in him, petting him like a cat. When Jared saw that Jensen was awake, he groggily pulled out, disposed of the condom, and came back with a soft washcloth.
“God, you’re high maintenance.”
“Dinna ask for waclth.”
Jared wiped him down slowly anyway, wrinkling his nose at the state of the rug. He grabbed a plaid blanket and pillows from the couch and set both of them up for a nap. “When we can walk, we can try th’ bed. Are you gonna stay? For breakfast?”
“I’m not gonna leaf,” Jensen mumbled weakly. That earned him a weak slap to the face with the pillow and a sated smile.
Jared smelled like the outdoors, was his last thought as he drifted off to sleep.
The End.
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much love...:O)
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