CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // August 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 tips his head up and slides their lips together, slow and deep, wet and dirty. Jared moans into the slide of lips and tongues when Jensen quirks his fingers, finding his prostate without trying. Jared’s cock twitches eagerly in the tight cage of Jensen’s fist, warmth pooling in his stomach, the base of his spine.
“Jensen,” he gasps. “Gonna… Gotta stop…”
“Want’chu to,” Jensen drawls. “Wanna watch you come all over me, yourself.”
Jared whines, hips lost between thrusting back against Jensen’s probing fingers and his fist. He can’t even hope to hold off, his orgasm hitting like a wrecking ball, just like Jensen knew it would. He trembles, clinging to Jensen, his chest heaving, mouth open and wet against Jensen’s freckled shoulder.
“That’s it, baby,” Jensen coos. “So beautiful when you come for me.”
Once Jared doesn’t feel like his heart is going to pound out of his chest, he looks up at Jensen, his lips turned down into a pout. “Wanted you to fuck me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jensen chuckles softly. “We aren’t done. That was just to take the edge off.”
Jared’s spent dick twitches, his inner muscles fluttering around the fingers Jensen still has inside him, and fresh arousal spreads through his whole body. Jensen presses a kiss to the corner of his lips and gently pulls away, hands coming up to Jared’s shoulders to steady him when he sways slightly from having to support his own weight.
“On the bed, Jay,” Jensen murmurs, jerking his chin. “Hands and knees.”
Jared’s knees feel like Jell-O but he does as Jensen says, crawls up onto the mattress and situates himself on his hands and knees, his ass high in the air. Jensen hums softly, a content little sound, and the mattress dips with his weight when he crawls up behind Jared. Strong, warm, familiar hands grab his ass, thumbs pulling him apart. Jared hisses in a breath, heat creeping up his spine at being so open and exposed and vulnerable. His eyes squeeze closed when he feels Jensen’s lips pressing between his shoulder blades, the hot, wet swipe of Jensen’s tongue down his spine, open-mouthed kisses to the small of his back, right above the swell of his ass. It’s enough to have his cock twitching again, desperate to refill, his hips pressing back against Jensen in a wordless plea for more.
Jensen nips sharply at the curve of his ass and Jared can feel Jensen’s smile pressing against his skin when Jared yelps. Even though he knows what’s coming, Jared still sucks in a sharp breath when Jensen’s tongue slides up from the back of his balls all the way to the small of his back. Jensen’s soft chuckle vibrates through Jared’s whole body and he grabs two handfuls of messy sheets, crushing them into his sweaty fists.
Jensen dives right in after that first taste, his tongue circling around Jared’s rim a few times before pushing forward, easily breaching the loosened muscle. Jared whimpers, pushing back against Jensen’s face, wanting him in deeper, needing more - always more. Jensen thankfully doesn’t tease like he normally does, thrusting his tongue in as deep as he can, working two fingers in as well. Jared doesn’t really need the prep - he wasn’t lying when he said that he spent all afternoon in here - but Jensen won’t push it, no matter how many times Jared insists that he likes the stretch and the burn, that he enjoys feeling Jensen splitting him open.
Thankfully though, Jensen knows his limits. Just when Jared’s about to flip Jensen over and what he wants, Jensen’s tongue is gone and he feels Jensen’s chest pressing against his back, kissing the nape of his neck.
“Wanna stay like this?” Jensen rasps, sounding almost as fucked-out and stretched-thin as Jared feels. Good to know he’s not the only one affected by this.
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“At first,” Jared pants. “Wanna ride you, too.”
Jensen chuckles, nosing through the hair hanging over Jared’s neck. “Greedy,” he teases, soft and fond.
Jared merely hums in agreement. He has no argument, it’s totally true. Jensen presses another kiss to the back of his neck then reaches down between them, blindly lining himself up and pushing into Jared in one long, perfect slide. He doesn’t stop until he’s in all the way - knows that Jared hates the start and stop shit - his hips cradling Jared’s ass, chest to back, one arm around Jared, resting over the swell of his belly.
Jared inhales deeply, relishes in the thick stretch of Jensen inside him, the full feeling that he can never seem to get enough of. Jensen nuzzles against the back of his neck, perfectly still but Jared can feel the slight tremble, the exertion of not moving. And even though they’ve been doing this for years and Jensen knows Jared’s body probably better than Jared does, because Jensen is Jensen, he asks softly, “You okay, baby?”
And because Jared is Jared, he replies, “Be better if you move.”
“Brat,” Jensen murmurs fondly. But he gets the message and pulls his hips back, both of them moaning when he pushes in again, the slide smoother and Jared drops his head forward, forehead pressing against the mattress as Jensen picks up a rhythm. Not as hard and fast as he used to go in this position - doesn’t want to risk hurting Jared or the baby - but still so undeniably good. Jared pushes back into each deep thrust, Jensen’s thick cock-head hitting his sweet spot on every down-stroke and he’s hard and dripping again, his whole body vibrating with need like he didn’t just come a few minutes ago, like he hasn’t spent the afternoon jerking off.
“Feels so good, baby,” Jensen murmurs against his ear, nuzzling against the side of his head.
Jared mewls in response, pushing back against Jensen harder, squeezing his inner muscles, every trick he knows to get more, deeper, faster. Jensen growls and bites the back of his neck and Jared’s cock twitches violently, so hard that it is defying gravity and pressing up against his belly instead of hanging between his legs. He knows if either of them laid a finger on him he’d come like a virgin on prom night. But he’s not ready for that, needs to feel more of Jensen, needs the stretch and the friction on his rim, the burning ache in his balls from holding back.
Jared loses track of time, of everything, outside of Jensen. He’s not sure how long they’ve been at it but they’re both sweating like crazy and Jared’s arms are shaking from holding himself up. He whimpers when Jensen pulls away, forgetting for a moment that it was his idea in the beginning to switch positions, instantly missing the feeling of Jensen filling him up, that complete feeling he only has when they’re together.
Jensen settles back against the headboard, adorable bowed legs straight out in front of him, and smiles at Jared, reaching forward to help steady him, hands on Jared’s hips while Jared awkwardly crawls into Jensen’s lap. Jared reaches behind himself and grabs the base of Jensen’s cock, holding him steady while he sinks back onto the long, thick length. Jared’s eyes about roll back into his head and he moans through the slide, his chest heaving by the time he’s settled down against Jensen’s thighs, Jensen’s balls pressing against the curve of his ass.
He’s always loved riding Jensen. Not only for how amazing it feels but because of the way Jensen looks up at him, full of love and awe, gaze heated and reverent, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, what he’s feeling.
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“So fuckin’ good, Jen,” Jared breathes.
“Always is,” Jensen counters, slightly breathless. “Look so perfect ridin’ m’cock, sweetheart. Feel so fuckin’ good around me. Perfect, tight little ass.”
Jared keens, his forehead rolling against Jensen’s, sliding in the sweat built up between them. The cheesy porn dialogue shouldn’t turn him on like it does but fuck if it doesn’t do it for him every-damn-time. Maybe it’s just Jensen’s silky-smooth, whiskey-rough voice. He’s almost convinced that Jensen could read the phonebook out-loud and it would turn Jared on.
Even though he still wants to draw it out, Jared needs more. He sits up, gasping when that manages to push Jensen just that much deeper, and grabs the wooden slats of the headboard. Always perfectly in sync, Jensen slides his hands around Jared’s hips, palming both cheeks of his ass, and thrusts up against Jared’s down-strokes. He picks up the pace, bouncing in Jensen’s lap. They’re quiet for now, the only noise in the room the wet sound of their bodies slapping together and breathy grunts and moans.
Jared’s orgasm creeps up on his out of the blue. Jensen nails him with a perfect twist of his hips and Jared cries out, his untouched cock spilling hot and sticky across his stomach and chest. A startled moan is torn from Jensen’s throat and he slams up into a handful of times then he freezes, hips trembling, his fingers biting into Jared’s flesh as he follows Jared over the edge.
Mindful of his belly, Jared carefully collapses against Jensen’s chest. They’re both panting, clinging to each other. When Jensen tries to pull Jared off of his lap, tries to pull his softening length from Jared’s hole, Jared makes a noise of displeasure and disagreement and clenches his inner muscles, barely rocking back and forth slightly, trying to keep Jensen inside him, trying to get him hard again.
“Insatiable,” Jensen murmurs.
“Told you,” Jared rasps. “All weekend, babe.” If the way Jensen’s cock twitches inside him is any indication, Jensen doesn’t mind that at all.
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