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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“You have your opinions about me,” Jensen replies smoothly. “And I can’t change that. I frankly don’t give a fuck. But this is Jared’s choice. So stay out of it.”
The door opens before Chad can respond and Jared smiles at Jensen, waving at him, then grabs Chad’s wrist and tugs him into the house with a smack to the back of the head. Jensen smiles as he turns back toward the curb to wait for the car.
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Jared holds up one hand as soon as the door closes behind them and before Chad can say anything, Jared beats him to it. “Not a word, man.”
“But, Jared…”
“I’m serious, Chad. It was all a misunderstanding. I love him and he loves me. And I’m having his child.”
“Did you tell him about that?”
“Didn’t have to, he scented it,” Jared flops down on the couch with a sigh, “And he’s thrilled about it, before you say anything else.”
“How can you be this naïve?” Chad asks softly.
“I’m not,” Jared replies with a shrug. “You don’t know him like I do.” Jared hears his parents’ car in the driveway and turns back to Chad. “Look, I get it, okay? You’re worried. I appreciate it but you don’t have’ta be. Things’re good. Great even.”
“So you’re gonna tell momma and poppa P that the Devil of Dallas is your baby daddy?”
Jared snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Oh hell no, they’re still freaked out and praying for my soul because there even is a baby. I’ll tell ‘em later.”
“When this falls to shit, I reserve the right to say I told you so,” Chad says quickly as Jared’s parents push open the front door. Jared glares at his friend, rolling his eyes.
In the end, his parents are as unhappy about him moving back to Dallas as they were about him moving there in the first place. He tries to explain that he’s going there to be with the father of his child - he’s so surprised they still haven’t asked - and even mentions the whole mating thing but they’re still less than supportive. Which is really nothing new.
It takes an hour to talk with his parents and pack up a few things - most of his stuff he left at Jensen’s, hard to take all your stuff when you’re trying to sneak out before sunrise - and he’s nearly breathless with anticipation when he calls Jensen. They don’t stay on the phone long, just enough time for Jared to tell him that he’s ready and for Jensen to tell Jared that he’s sending a car. Chad waits with him outside, pulling him into a hug once the sleek black limo pulls up and Jared promises to call.
He snorts a laugh to himself when he gets into the back of the limo. Even back home, Jensen was never this pretentious. To his surprise, Jensen is waiting outside when they pull up to the curb and Jared doesn’t even take the time to notice the grand hotel they’re walking into, too busy soaking up the feeling of Jensen’s arm around his waist and trying not to whimper at Jensen’s intoxicating scent.
In the elevator, Jensen leans against the back wall, pulling Jared against his chest, his hands sliding down and curving around Jared’s hips. Jensen is staying in the penthouse - of course he is - so the ride up seems to take forever. Which Jared doesn’t actually mind because Jensen doesn’t stop kissing him until the elevator stops and the doors slide open.
Jensen takes his hand, their fingers twining together, and leads him into the main room of the suite. He gently pushes Jared down on the couch and drops a kiss to the top of his head then takes his bag into what he’s guessing is the bedroom. Jensen’s back within moments and he sits down next to Jared, once again grabbing his hand.
“I meant what I said at your parents’ house,” Jensen murmurs. “If you agree, I want you to be my mate. I’ve wanted it for a while now, probably since pretty much the day I met you. But I didn’t think… I should’a brought it up right away.”
“Why’d you wait?” Jared asks softly.
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“I’m sure,” Jared smiles, glancing up at Jensen through his lashes. “I’ve been sure for months.”
Jensen nods and lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief. “You believe me about the other stuff, too, right?”
“Yes,” Jared answers honestly. “And I’m sorry that I listened to everyone else instead of coming to you, giving you a chance to explain.”
“No need to apologize, love,” Jensen murmurs. “Like I said, I know what people say. And up ‘til now, ‘til you, it didn’t matter.” Jensen reaches up with his other hand, two fingers brushing the hair out of Jared’s eyes. “So, what’d’ya say, start over?”
“No,” Jared shakes his head with a smile. “Pick up right where we were. Things were amazing between us, ‘cept for the last few weeks…”
“That won’t happen again,” Jensen cuts in softly.
“If you have to work, you have to work. Just… maybe tell me that? And don’t shut me out?”
“Never again,” Jensen breathes.
“Okay then,” Jared agrees, both of them leaning forward at the same time, their lips sliding together. “Wanna go to bed?” Jared asks softly, words smeared against Jensen’s lips.
“Hell yeah,” Jensen growls.
Jared yelps when Jensen springs up off the couch and picks him up, bridal-style. He half-heartedly slaps at Jensen’s chest but can’t contain his smile at the sound of Jensen’s laughter and the twinkle in his eyes. Since he left Jared at his parents’ house, he must have showered and shaved because he looks much more put together than when he was there.
Jensen gently drops him into the middle of a freaking huge king-sized bed, his grin predatory when he crawls on the mattress after Jared. They meet in the middle, arms and legs tangling together, Jensen’s tongue slipping between Jared’s lips, swirling around and chasing after his own. Jared moans into the kiss, arching into Jensen’s weight holding him down, his fingers digging into Jensen’s back.
“Please,” Jared breathes, pressing his head back into the pillow when Jensen breaks the kiss, arching his neck, begging silently. Jensen dips down and nips at his thundering pulse, sliding his open mouth down the side of his neck, sucking and biting at the stretched tendon, down to the crook of his shoulder. Jensen bites there, growling low in his throat, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth. When they’re tied, that’s where Jensen’s claiming mark will go and Jared can’t fucking wait.
“Naked, now,” Jensen murmurs, tone nothing but a whiskey-rough rumble and Jared’s whole body trembles.
They pull apart long enough to hastily strip out of their clothes. Jensen stops once Jared’s laid out on the mattress, his spread legs around Jensen’s hips, Jensen sitting on his heels between his thighs. Jensen’s eyes go soft and a little liquid and he slides his hands up Jared’s flat stomach, a look of complete awe and reverence on his face. Jared smiles softly, head tilted to the side, silently watching as Jensen touches him but also their child. Those sparkling emerald-green eyes that Jared loves so much flicker up to Jared’s and Jensen shakes his head, blinking slowly.
“I can’t… holy shit,” he breathes. “I’m still kinda stuck on this.”
He’s still moving his hands over Jared’s belly and Jared nods, reaching down to touch as well. “Yeah, me too.” He grabs one of Jensen’s hands, holding it steady. “You sure you’re good with it?”
“Baby, I’m… beyond words.” Jensen leans up, hovering over Jared, their faces even, eyes locked together. “I love you,” he continues softly. “And this is the most amazing, special gift you could ever give me.”
Jared lets go of the rest of the tension that he hadn’t realized he was holding. He wraps his arms around Jensen and pulls him down just enough so that their lips can meet in another heated, desperate kiss. “Now, Jensen,” Jared murmurs. “Need you.”
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Jensen settles down on the mattress at Jared’s side, ignoring the protesting noise from his mate. He’s not sure if it’s possible to hurt the baby - Jesus Christ, a fucking baby, he’s going to be a dad - but he doesn’t want to take the risk. And he’s pretty sure that his weight on top of Jared could probably hurt it.
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Jensen hums softly and slides his hand back down spine, stopping just above the swell of his perfect little ass. Jared mewls and nuzzles under his jaw, his hips twitching back. Jensen trails his hand down over one muscular globe, fingers digging in slightly and Jared’s breath hitches. Jared was completely innocent and untouched when they met but from the beginning he’s always been so responsive and eager. Jensen has had a lot of fun teaching him.
Turning his head enough to press a kiss to Jared’s temple, Jensen slips two fingers into the cleft of Jared’s ass, groaning when he feels how wet he is already. “Damn, baby,” Jensen purrs.
Jared gasps and pushes back against the fleeting touch of Jensen’s fingers, his body trembling. “Please, Jen,” Jared begs hoarsely. “’s been so long.”
Jensen closes his eyes and circles his fingers around Jared’s rim, his cock twitching eagerly when the muscle flutters beneath his touch. He knows how Jared feels. For six months, they were together every night. And if Jared has felt like Jensen has during the time they’ve been apart, he highly doubts Jared was touching himself in any way.
Jensen pushes two fingers inside the tight ring of muscle, his jaw clenching at the exquisite wet heat. Jared whines, biting down on his shoulder, thrusting back into his hand. “You, Jen,” he pants. “Just want you. ‘m ready, just do it.”
It’s true. Jared doesn’t really need any kind of prep. As an omega his body is literally made for this, his slick easing the way and his muscles loosening. But Jensen would sooner die than cause Jared any amount of pain.
“Just a little bit, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs, half-begging.
Jared cuddles closer to Jensen’s chest, his knees squeezing around Jensen’s hips, and Jensen feels him nod against his neck. Jensen wraps his other arm around Jared’s waist and holds him close, slipping a third finger in next to the other two, his arm tightening around Jared when he moans and squirms, trying to get more or deeper or something.
He doesn’t spend as long as he’d really like to prepping Jared. But his own patience is wearing thin and Jared’s whispering ‘please’ over and over again into his ear and Jensen just can’t hold back anymore.
Jared whines when Jensen pulls his fingers out. Jensen doesn’t waste any time grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and urging Jared back onto him with the other. It’s not an ideal position for knotting but Jensen wants to see Jared’s face, be as close as possible, and this way, none of Jensen’s weight could possibly hurt the baby.
Jared pushes back against him, taking Jensen in all the way in one smooth slide. Once he’s in completely, Jared sits up slightly, his lips parting when that manages to push Jensen in just a fraction deeper. Their eyes lock and Jensen smiles, reaching up and cupping Jared’s face. He knew that he missed Jared but it hadn’t really hit him until right now just how much. He spent the time focusing on nothing but tracking him down and getting him back. He didn’t let himself feel how much he missed him.
Jared sighs happily and closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Jensen’s palm. He plants his hands against Jensen’s chest and slowly starts to roll his hips and Jensen can’t look away from the bliss painted across his features. Jared is beautiful, always, but like this he’s simply breathtaking.
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“Jensen,” Jared moans, his head falling back slightly. “Please. So close.”
Jensen tightens his hold on Jared’s hips and pushes him down, encouraging him to grind down as Jensen pushes up, his knot swelling quickly and Jared cries out when it catches against his rim, tying them together. One hand reaching up, Jensen grabs the back of Jared’s head and pulls him forward, his teeth clamping down on the crook of Jared’s shoulder. The claiming bite pushes them both over the edge at the same time. Jared cries out again, voice hoarse, his untouched cock erupting between their stomachs just as Jensen feels his own release slam into him, all his senses overwhelmed with everything Jared.
He loses track for a few moments, nothing else mattering besides the pleasure coursing through his body and his trembling mate in his arms. When he comes back to himself, Jared is boneless against his chest, his head turned so that it’s resting on Jensen’s shoulder, the bite mark still bleeding sluggishly. Jensen turns his head and presses a kiss to Jared’s forehead, smiling when hazy hazel eyes flutter open to look up at him.
“You okay?” Jensen asks softly.
“Mmhmm,” Jared hums lazily. “Wanna sleep then go home.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Jensen murmurs, snuggling Jared in impossibly closer. “Whatever you want.”
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