CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompts 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.
Reminders:
Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in passing ( Read more... )
Reminders:
Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in passing ( Read more... )
Jared swallows thickly and nods, bracing himself on his palms behind him, lifting his hips just enough so that Jensen can undo his jeans and tug them down his long, muscular legs. “Damn, baby,” Jensen breathes, his own cock twitching at the sight of Jared in nothing but a pair of sinfully-tight black boxer briefs, the front tented obscenely, Jared’s impressively proportionate length more than obvious.
“Jen,” Jared whines, moving to sit up more.
Jensen presses a hand to the middle of his chest, keeping him halfway reclined back. “Wait,” he rasps. “Don’t. Lemme…” he trails off, dropping his head down into Jared’s lap, mouthing at his cock through the soft cotton.
Jared moans harshly, his thighs shaking around Jensen’s shoulders, his hips trembling with the urge to thrust. Jensen slides his lips up, mouthing at Jared cock-head, groaning softly at the hint of pre-come that he can taste through the material.
“Jensen,” Jared gasps, his cock twitching against Jensen’s lips.
Jensen pulls away and curls his fingers under the waist of Jared’s boxers. “Lift,” he urges softly, needing to get Jared completely naked, needing to taste him without the barrier between them. Jensen gently grabs the base of Jared’s cock and slides his lips over the head, digging his tongue into the slit, chasing after that salty-sweet flavor. Jared chokes on a broken moan of what sounds like his name, writhing beneath him.
He slips down further, taking more of Jared’s impressive length into his mouth, swallowing reflexively when the tip bumps against the back of his throat. Jared cries out, sitting up and frantically grabbing Jensen’s shoulder. “No, wait, stop…” he gasps. “Jensen, please… Gonna…”
Jensen hums in response, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue against the thick vein and the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the ridge. Jared moans again, his whole massive frame trembling, his cock jerking and pulsing against Jensen’s tongue as he explodes. Jensen swallows everything he has to give, moaning himself at the taste of Jared - sweet and salty, just slightly bitter.
Jared collapses back against the mattress, his chest heaving. Jensen pulls away, gently lapping his tongue over the sticky, softening length, smiling when Jared’s body twitches. He crawls up onto the mattress, ignoring his own length pressing against his zipper painfully to check on his boyfriend. Jared’s staring at the ceiling, his eyes a little glassy and unfocused still, his cheeks and chest flushed a delicate shade of pink. “You ok?” Jensen asks softly.
Jared rolls his head over to look at Jensen, misery beneath the left-over orgasmic haze. “’m sorry,” he whispers.
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Jensen frowns, his head tilted to the side. “What?” he rasps, his tone deep and thick and gravelly from having Jared’s length down his throat. “Why’re you sorry?”
“’cause I…” Jared trails off, feeling his cheeks heat up again, “Just felt too good, Jensen,” he settles on.
Jensen smiles and dips down, pressing a kiss to Jared’s lips. He can taste himself and it makes his stomach swoop like he’s on a rollercoaster. “I wanted to make you come,” Jensen drawls, whiskey-rough yet silky-smooth. “Wanted to see you fall apart for me.”
“But we…”
“Still can,” Jensen interrupts gently. “We can do whatever you want to, baby. I just… Had to get you in my mouth. So fuckin’ perfect, Jay. Taste so good.” Jensen drops his head and nips at the sensitive skin behind Jared’s ear. “’sides, that was just to take the edge off. Long as you’re ok with it, ‘m far from done with you tonight.” The promise behind those words, along with Jensen’s voice, makes Jared moan, his spent length twitching where it’s resting against his thigh, trying desperately to get hard again already.
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“Take these off,” Jared murmurs, half-command, half-plea. “Want… Wanna see you, too.”
Jensen nods and pulls away enough to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs and Jared’s heart feels like it’s going to pound out of his chest. Jensen is freaking breathtaking; lightly defined muscles under slightly pale, freckled skin, broad chest and shoulders that taper down to a lean waist, and his cock - thick and hard and leaking, for Jared - flushed red and curved up toward his abs.
Jared reaches out and lightly brushes the tips of his fingers up the underside of Jensen’s shaft. Jensen groans, his hips bucking forward. “You can touch,” he rasps. “God, I want you to touch.” Feeling slightly bolder, Jared wraps his fingers around Jensen and carefully strokes once, root to tip, instantly loving the weight and warmth of Jensen in his hand. “Fuck,” Jensen groans again, reaching one hand out and grabbing the back of Jared’s neck, pulling him into another mind-numbing, soul-searing kiss.
Being that this is their first time together doing anything, Jared knows that they should take it slow. But he’s waited a long damn time for this and he wants Jensen, all of Jensen. Reluctantly, he pulls away from the addictive slide of their lips and tongues, his forehead pressing against Jensen’s, one of Jensen’s hands buried in his hair. “Jen?”
“Hm?”
“Want’chu to fuck me,” Jared says softly, his eyes sliding closed.
“Jay…”
“’m serious,” Jared cuts him off gently. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. But I really want that. If you do…”
Jensen grabs both sides of his face and gently pushes him backward so that he’s on his back, spread out, Jensen half on him, half on the mattress. Jared’s first instinct is to shy away from the intense, mesmerizing emerald-green stare but he makes himself keep looking, not wanting Jensen to doubt him or the sincerity of his words.
“I want you,” Jensen says pointedly. “So much. God, you have no fuckin’ clue how much. But I just… That’s a huge step, Jay. Are you… I wanna make sure that you’re completely sure. I don’t wanna rush you into anything.”
Jared smiles softly and reaches up, grabbing Jensen’s face, mirroring the hold Jensen has on him. “You’re amazing. And I… Thank you, for thinkin’ of me like that, for worryin’ about me. But I want this. I’ve been wanting it.”
Jensen licks his lips, quietly searching Jared’s eyes for a few moments before dipping his head in a nod. “Me too,” he whispers hoarsely. He pulls away and reaches over to the table next to the bed. Jared watches the play of muscles along his back, mesmerized for a moment by the shifting and bunching and flexing. Fuck but Jensen has an exquisite freaking back. He blinks slowly when Jensen turns back around, embarrassed at having been caught staring but Jensen just grins and presses a quick kiss to his lips.
Jensen shifts over until he’s settled between Jared’s legs, sitting back on his heels. He drops the condom he grabbed onto the mattress near Jared’s hip and flips open the tube of lube, pouring some over his fingers. Jared reaches down and grabs Jensen’s clean hand, twining their fingers together. Jensen glances up and smiles reassuringly at him. “You ready?” Jensen asks softly.
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Jensen squeezes the fingers that they still have entwined and presses forward a little more, still not breaching the tight ring of muscle but certainly enough that Jared feels himself loosening up bit by bit.
“You ok?” Jensen murmurs.
Jared smiles and squeezes Jensen’s fingers back. “Yeah,” he breathes. “’m good. I… I can take more.”
Jensen slides the tip of one thick finger inside and Jared’s eyes flutter closed. When he was younger and actually had a few boyfriends and one-night-stands that were decent and took their time to make sure he enjoyed it, Jared always liked the feeling of being stretched, the inexplicable pleasure/pain from the burn, and the feeling of fullness. His last few relationships though, sex had become almost like a punishment, little to no prep, too rough and most of the time, when he wasn’t ready or didn’t even want it.
Jensen takes it slow and Jared can tell that he’s tight - it has been nearly eight months since the last time with Justin, the night before he almost killed Jared - and while it hurts a little, it still feels amazing and Jensen is so sweet and careful, every touch tender and gentle, like Jared’s made of spun glass.
By the time Jensen’s up to three fingers, Jared’s fully hard again, his cock leaking a steady, milky mix of come and pre-come, twitching every time Jensen rubs against his prostate or tugs gently at his rim. He’s squeezing Jensen’s other hand so hard he can feel his short, blunt fingernails digging into the back of his hand, knows that there are probably going to be little crescent-shaped indentions when he lets go.
“Jensen,” Jared gasps, his other hand clenching and unclenching around a sweaty fistful of the bed sheet, his thighs trembling, his whole freaking body aching for more. “Please.”
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Jensen licks his lips and gently untangles their fingers. Leaning over Jared, he presses a kiss to the side of his lips as he pulls his fingers out of Jared’s hole, shushing him softly when he whimpers. “’s ok,” he murmurs. “I got’cha.”
Jared swallows thickly and nods, his eyes wide and full of love and heat where he’s staring up at Jensen while he quickly rolls on the condom. He’s been on edge for what feels like forever, his cock aching, the touch of his own hand as he slicks more lube over himself enough to almost make him come.
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Jared licks his lips and smiles, one slightly shaky hand coming up to palm Jensen’s cheek. Jensen leans into the touch, turning his head enough to press a kiss to the heel of Jared’s hand. Jared’s smile gets impossibly bigger, those dimples that Jensen fucking lives for digging into his cheeks. “I love you,” Jensen blurts out, cringing at how cliché that sounds, declaring his love in the middle of sex.
But thankfully, Jared freaking beams up at him, his eyes softening. “I love you, too,” he breathes. “’m ready. Please, Jen.”
Jensen certainly doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Whoever told Jared that he wasn’t good at this definitely needs his head examined. He’s enthusiastic, so sensitive and responsive to every little touch, his hips thrusting up in perfect sync with Jensen’s as they settle into a rhythm easily. If Jensen didn’t know better, he’d swear that they’d been doing this already for years instead of this being their first time. He’s never been so in-tune with someone before, able to read every touch and look, Jared doing the same with him.
Jared wraps his long, muscular legs around his waist, one hand grabbing his shoulder and the other shoving between their sweaty stomachs. Jensen drops his weight down onto one forearm near Jared’s head, the other hand grabbing Jared’s thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle as he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to hold out, wanting to make sure Jared gets there first.
His hips shift just barely and Jared practically screams, his knuckles brushing against Jensen’s abs as he strips his own cock, his eyes never leaving Jensen’s. “’m gonna,” he pants.
“Fuck, me too,” Jensen rasps. “C’mon, baby. Do it,” he urges, bordering on desperate.
Jensen barely gets the words out before Jared arches his back, his lips falling open in a wordless cry. Jensen feels his cock twitching against his abs, the warmth of his release erupting and smearing between them. The clenching and fluttering of Jared’s inner muscles have his rhythm turning erratic but what shoves him violently over the edge is just how beautiful Jared is in this moment.
He stays buried inside Jared as long as he can, their chests heaving as they trade lazy, sloppy kisses, both of them grinning like idiots. Jared sighs softly when Jensen reaches down between them and pulls out, a quiet, disappointed sound. Jensen knows how he feels, he’d spend forever sheathed in Jared’s tight heat if he could, stay inside until he’s hard again and do it once more. Tomorrow, he’ll bring up going and getting tested so they can ditch the condoms so he can do just that.
Jared snuggles up against Jensen side as soon as he tosses the rubber, a small, content smile on his face. Jensen drops a kiss on the top of his head and pulls him impossibly closer. It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask Jared to go ahead and move in with him; he’s honestly been thinking about it for months already. Maybe they’ll have that talk tomorrow as well.
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Jeff wraps his arm around Sherri’s shoulders and smiles as he watches Jared and Jensen bickering good-naturedly over the grill in the backyard of the house that they just bought together and the best way to cook steaks. Sherri glances up at him, beaming, tears sparkling in her hazel eyes. “You did good, Jeffery Dean,” she says softly. “Gerry’d be so happy.”
Jeff presses a kiss to her forehead and nods, knowing that she’s right. Jared has really blossomed with Jensen in the past two years, once again the bright, intelligent, self-confident boy he used to be. And Jensen adores Jared, more in love than anyone Jeff’s ever met. He honestly couldn’t have created a better partner for his surrogate son if he tried.
He laughs softly when Jared grabs Jensen around the waist and throws him over his shoulder, Jensen letting out a squeak and weakly smacking at Jared’s back and ass, demanding to be let down, Jared’s laughter echoing around the yard. He slips his hand in his pocket and brushes his fingers over the ring box that Jensen entrusted him with earlier when he came to Jeff and asked for his permission to propose to Jared. Yup, he thinks Gerry would be damn happy.
It may have taken a long time and Jared may have had to go through a lot of shit but he finally found his Prince Charming and got the happily ever after that he deserves so much.
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Jeff is a good match maker, that's for sure!
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I love it!
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