CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // May 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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“We should get up,” Jensen reluctantly murmurs into the kiss. “Got a lot to do today.”
Jared pulls away, beaming at him, champagne-hazel eyes glittering happily. Although it takes longer than it should - they stop to kiss every few seconds - they eventually get out of bed and Jensen gets dressed. They spend the day talking to both of their parents as well as the pack elders. The official mating ceremony is held that afternoon, Jared standing by his side, beautiful smile bright enough to rival the sun. Although he never really was competition, Jensen can’t help but feel smug at the glare that Stephen gives him from the back of the crowd.
Jensen is vibrating in his skin the whole time - he never realized how long these freaking things lasted - and Jared is fidgeting next to him, glancing up at him every couple of minutes out of the corner of his eye. Jensen squeezes Jared’s fingers, flashing him a smile, hoping to portray a calm he doesn’t really feel. He just wants this all over with, wants to get Jared home and celebrate in his own way.
Of course there’s a party afterward to celebrate the mating of the pack’s only male omega - which they can’t really skip out on, no matter how much Jensen really, really wants to. After what seems like a small eternity, the party breaks up and everyone heads home, giving Jared and Jensen the ability to finally get away and have their own celebration.
Jared nearly drags Jensen back to Jensen’s house and up the stairs to his bedroom, hand clamped firm around his wrist. Jared’s tall for an omega - hell, he’s tall period, an inch or so taller than Jensen and he’s only eighteen - and he’s broad and strong, not some delicate, breakable thing like nature suggests he should be. Jensen likes that Jared is tall and strong - not to mention fiercely independent. But still, the show of strength kind of surprises Jensen. He kinda thinks that Jared would end up throwing Jensen over his shoulder and carry him if Jensen wasn’t following right along behind him.
Jared slams into him as soon as they get into Jensen’s room, Jensen’s own weight closing the door behind them. He has just a split-second to catch the glittering heat in Jared’s eyes before Jared crashes their lips together. Jensen groans, his hands fisting in Jared’s hair, fingers clenching and unclenching in the wild, messy curls. Jared moans and pushes closer, their chests and hips pressed together as close as physically possible. He can feel the long, hard line of Jared’s cock against his hip, fresh shot of arousal firing through his veins when Jared grinds forward, whining into the almost too rough slide of their lips and tongues.
Jensen is just as desperate and needy but he wants to slow down, doesn’t want this to just be some quick, rough fuck that’s over before it even begins. He wants to spread Jared out and cherish every inch of his beautiful body, wants his delicious taste on his tongue. He pulls away - ignoring Jared’s whine and pout is probably the second hardest thing he’s ever done; the first being waiting this long to have Jared, truly have him, all to himself - his hands sliding out of Jared’s hair to cup both sides of his face.
“Easy, baby,” Jensen murmurs.
“Jensen,” Jared whimpers, arching against him again and Jensen can smell the sugary-sweet scent of his arousal, knows that Jared’s bound to be leaking slick like a busted pipe.
“Wanna take my time, sweetheart,” Jensen continues, still ignoring the pouty, kiss-bruised lips and puppy eyes.
“We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” Jared asks softly.
“And we’ll get there, I promise, darlin’,” Jensen leans forward, their foreheads pressed together, nuzzling their noses together. “Just… Wanna do this right. Please, Jay?”
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Jensen playfully swats Jared on the ass as he walks them backward toward his bed, gently urging Jared out of his embrace and down, leaving him sitting on the end of the mattress. Jared looks up at him, eyes shining with love and happiness, and lets Jensen pull his shirt up and off. His fingers slide over Jared’s collarbones and down his chest, stopping briefly to tweak and tease his nipples into hard, stiff peaks. Jared arches his back and inhales sharply, lets the breath out on a long, low moan. His head falls back and his eyes flutter closed, his lips parted. There’s a slight flush of arousal tinting his cheeks and down his chest, a fine sheen of sweat already breaking out on his skin. Fuck but he’s so beautiful it almost hurts.
Jensen swallows thickly and slides his hands down further, teasing his fingers under the waist of Jared’s jeans and underwear, brushing against baby-soft skin. Jared reopens his eyes and looks up at him again, whining low in his throat.
“Lift up for me, baby,” Jensen commands softly, his cock twitching eagerly when Jared complies automatically.
He pulls both jeans and boxer briefs off at the same time, leaving Jared gloriously naked in front of him. Jared smiles shyly, glancing up through his lashes and Jensen can’t do anything but stare for a few long moments. Jared’s always been beautiful to him - even as a pup, trailing behind Jensen, so desperate to not be left behind - but seeing him now, bare and all Jensen’s, he’s beyond description.
Jensen palms his hip and jerks his chin toward the top of the bed. “Scoot back?” he rasps. He’s so turned-on, his cock so hard it hurts, the base already tingling, his knot threatening to pop without any stimulation. Jared nods and scoots back, his head lying on Jensen’s pillow, long legs spread slightly, his arms resting at his sides. Without the barrier of his clothes, the scent of Jared’s arousal is overwhelming and Jensen nearly bites the inside of his own jaw bloody to keep from crawling between those muscular thighs and slamming inside his tight, wet heat.
Jensen strips quickly, unable to look away from his gorgeous mate. Jared’s eyes darken even more as Jensen goes, hardly any hazel left by the time Jensen’s naked and climbing onto the mattress next to him.
Despite the desperate need to take, Jensen doesn’t rush, spends who-knows-how-long licking and kissing and sucking and touching every inch of Jared’s long, lean body. Jared’s trembling beneath him, writhing, nearly incoherent. When Jensen finally crawls between his legs and Jared bends his knees, pulling his legs up and splaying them open, Jensen can see the clear sheen of his natural slick leaking out of his puffy, slightly open hole in thick pulses. And suddenly he needs to taste more than he needs anything.
Jared cries out when Jensen dips down, his tongue swirling around his rim, shaky hands gripping behind his own knees and holding himself open. The taste is as mesmerizing as the scent - sugary-sweet and fresh - and Jensen knows he’s instantly addicted, will never be able to get enough.
Even though Jared’s inner muscles loosen automatically and his slick eases the way, cutting out the need for any prep, Jensen still slips a finger inside next to his tongue. Jared’s back arches and he nearly screams, his untouched cock twitching against his flat stomach, thin, milky streaks of his release shooting up almost to his chin.
Jared’s panting, still trembling, when Jensen forces himself to pull away, his chin and lips nearly sopping wet with Jared’s slick. Jared’s staring at him, wide-eyed and reverent. “Holy hell, Jensen,” he rasps.
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He blankets Jared, hips snug between his spread thighs - not the best position for knotting but he can’t bring himself to turn Jared onto his stomach and the way Jared’s tightens his legs around him is a pretty good sign that he doesn’t mind either. Jensen can feel Jared’s cock trapped between their stomachs, amazingly still hard despite how hard he came.
“Please, Jensen,” Jared begs into the kiss, their lips still moving together. “’m ready. Need you inside. Please…”
Jensen shifts his hips and reaches between them, blindly lining himself up. He pulls away from the kiss for just a moment, eyes locked onto Jared’s as he pushes in, slow but steady. Jared’s inner muscles open easily around the thick girth of his cock and Jared’s eyes open wide, his lips parting slightly. “Jensen,” he breathes, fingers digging into Jensen’s back hard enough to hurt but Jensen barely feels it, too overwhelmed by tight, wet, perfect heat.
Jensen stops only once he’s buried to the hilt. They’re both breathing heavy, unable to look away from each other, and for a moment Jensen thinks he’s going to pop his knot and come just from this. It’s Jared that moves first, his hands sliding down Jensen’s back, his inner muscles pulsing around Jensen’s cock. Jared mewls softly and wiggles his hips, silently begging.
Jensen falls into a rhythm right away, slow but deep, still making sure to be as careful as possible. That of course doesn’t last long - he should have known Jared would grow impatient. Jared plants his feet on the mattress and snaps his hips up to meet every thrust, the movement alone urging Jensen into a faster, harder pace. Jared keens, his back arching, his thighs squeezing Jensen’s hips, when Jensen gets the angle just right, hitting his sweet spot on every roll of his hips.
All in all, it doesn’t last nearly as long as Jensen wants it to. He’s not at all surprised. Actually, he’s kind of amazed that he lasted as long as he did. He pushes in deep, arms sliding around Jared’s shoulders to hold him close and grinds forward, his knot swelling fast enough to leave him a little dizzy and lightheaded. Jared gasps out a soft, shocked, reverent “Oh” when he fells the press of the unyielding flesh spreading him wider, putting constant pressure on his prostate.
Jensen groans when he swells completely, fully-formed knot tying them together, his cock jerking as the first wave of his climax tears through him. Jared’s eyes widen even more and he moans harshly and Jensen feels Jared’s cock twitch between their stomachs, a smaller, less intense orgasm rippling through his mate. Jensen dips down and mouths at Jared’s neck, growling in contentment when Jared tips his head to the side. Jared cries out when he bites down, his slowly softening cock jerking against Jensen’s abs. Jensen closes his eyes, not at all surprised that even Jared’s blood carries a hint of sweetness.
He pulls away and laps lazily at the sluggishly bleeding mark for a moment. Jared wraps his arms and legs around Jensen completely, nudging at Jensen’s temple with his nose. Jensen pulls back and smiles at his mate, so content that he honestly doesn’t know how to handle it. Jared grins back at him and lifts his head, brushing a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.
“’m so glad it was you,” Jared whispers.
Jensen tucks Jared’s face into his neck and settles down, doing his best to keep his weight off Jared, and holds him as tight as possible. He’s glad it was him as well. But honestly, he knew all along it would be. Omegas are meant to be cherished and he meant what he said to Jared. No one would ever be able to cherish Jared as much as Jensen does and will always do.
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