CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // February 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... )
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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... )
“You got stuff?”
Jared’s cheek flush an even deeper pink and he nods, jerking his chin toward the bedside table. Jensen reaches over and opens the drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. Jared spreads his legs and tilts his hips up and Jensen’s hand actually trembles slightly as he slicks his fingers up and reaches down, tips brushing over Jared’s full, heavy balls, the thin skin behind. Jared’s lips part and Jensen swirls his fingers around the tight, furled muscle of Jared’s rim, slowly pushing one in as Jared starts to loosen beneath his touch.
Jensen takes his time, working Jared open, one, two, three fingers. Jared moans and writhes, his thighs trembling, his cock leaking against his perfect six-pack abs. “Jensen, please,” he gasps. “’m ready. Oh, God… Please…”
Jensen pulls his fingers away and rolls the condom down his stiff length, ignoring the way they’re both shaking slightly. He resettles between Jared’s legs, Jared’s thighs squeezing his hips, and lines himself up. Jared tenses, his eyes wide and unblinking where he’s staring up at Jensen, and Jensen dips down, kissing him as he pushes forward. Jared’s tight, hot, the muscles clenching and fluttering around him and it takes all of Jensen’s will power to not slam forward or come like a freaking virgin. It takes a few starts and stops, some whispered reassurance but eventually Jensen is buried to the hilt, Jared’s long legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around his shoulders, slender fingers playing idly with the short hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck.
“You okay?” Jensen asks breathlessly.
Jared swallows thickly, licks his lips. “’m okay,” he whispers back. “Feels so good, Jensen. Move? Please?”
Jensen slides his hands into Jared’s hair, his weight on his elbows and forearms and starts to thrust. Jared moans brokenly, digging his fingers into Jensen’s shoulders. He lifts his head and Jensen meets him halfway, kissing slow and deep. Jared’s hips jerk up to meet each of Jensen’s thrusts, his cock trapped between their stomachs. Jensen isn’t all that proud of it but he’s had a lot of sex in his life, both topping and bottoming, but nothing has ever felt like this.
To his surprise, Jared’s wild and uninhibited and so damn responsive. He moans and keens, arching and writhing beneath Jensen’s weight, his hands constantly moving. Jensen is already on edge, about to tumble over at any moment. Then Jared starts talking.
“Fuck, so good, Jen… Feel so Goddamn amazin’. So big inside me, love the way you fill me up… So deep…” He moans, head pressing back against the pillow, arching his neck. Jensen growls and dips down, licking and biting the long, beautiful line of Jared’s throat. “Shit,” Jared pants. “That’s it. Oh, fuck… More, babe. Please? Harder, deeper… More…”
Jensen pulls back enough to get Jared’s legs over his shoulders, damn-near bending his long frame in half - Jared is fucking flexible, they are so going to explore that more later - and picks up the pace, slamming into Jared, angled to hit his sweet spot on every near brutal thrust. Jared reaches back and grabs the headboard, fingers curling around the slats white-knuckle tight and arches his back, crying out sharply.
“So good, baby,” Jensen murmurs, hands gripping Jared’s thighs for leverage, his hips smacking against Jared’s ass almost hard enough to sting. “’m close. You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”
Jared cries out again and before Jensen can even reach for him, he watches in amazement as Jared’s untouched cock jerks and twitches as he comes, streaks of pearly-white shooting almost all the way up to his chin. He shivers and trembles, his hips jerking back, fucking himself on Jensen’s cock through his orgasm. He never looks away from Jensen once.
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Jensen settles on the side of the bed that has become his in the past few weeks, not at all surprised when Jared cuddles close against his side, his head on Jensen’s chest, right over his still-pounding heart. Jensen smiles, his eyes closed, and slides his fingers into Jared’s sweat-damp hair. Jared makes a happy noise and presses a kiss to his chest, his arm sliding over Jensen’s stomach.
They may have met in a less than normal way but Jensen can’t wait to see what the future holds for them.
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