Fic: Some things are hard to take (CWRPF AU, Jared/Jensen/Danneel, NC-17)
I still haven't gotten to see the season premiere of SPN, but I have used my hours of staring at a download bar wisely and written my salt_burn_porn fic. And now I get to go to bed. \o/
Title: Some things are hard to take
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: SMUT
Summary: Established poly relationship, PWP. Jensen gets something he's wanted for a long time, and he finds that practice pays off.
Notes: written for salt_burn_porn for chaviola's prompt "practice makes perfect". Thanks to balefully for the read-through. ~1000 words.
Jensen breathes through the ache this time, knowing it, expecting it. His asshole stretches, tingles as Jared pushes in deep, gasping out in shock at the lack of resistance, the way his body opens like it never would before. “Oh, fuck,” says Jared at the nape of Jensen’s neck. “Oh, fuck, Jensen, what did you do?” His breath is hot on Jensen’s skin as Jensen struggles for an answer.
“He practiced,” says Danneel, and Jared glances at her over Jensen’s shoulder. She’s dangling the strap-on in its harness from her fingers, letting Jared see it. Their not-so-little secret. They’ve never had a secret before, and every night that Jared worked late and neither of them did, it felt clandestine in their own bed. “I helped,” Danneel continues. She smiles, and Jared laughs, low and pleased, and Jensen can feel the tremble of it in the motion of his hips. Jared’s so deep in him, just like they’ve all wanted, hips tight to Jensen’s ass.
He’s so full, his asshole stretched taut and aching, even though he’s sloppy with lube from Jared’s fingers. Jensen manages a shaky smile. “Maybe I’m a slow learner,” he sighs, as Jared pulls back a little and repositions, changing the angle of his next thrust. Jensen knows not to tense this time, knows how to make his body do what it needs to to let Jared in deep again.
“I thought you were a very good and attentive student,” replies Danneel. She reaches around to touch the rim of his hole, her breasts pressing tight to his chest as she strokes over the thin, hot skin of his crack, fingertips rubbing around the girth of Jared’s cock.
“How did you practice?” Jared asks, pausing and circling his hips, the head of his dick dragging in the slick heat of Jensen’s hole. "Tell me about it."
Somehow it’s worse having her explain it than it is just thinking about the slow, gradual way she fucked him, remembering the way she fingered him and then pinned him facedown with her dick, made him slide up onto it and scramble up onto his knees as she started to pull away. He was fucking desperate for it by the time she got it into him, and she told him so, how good it was that he wanted it bad enough to chase it, how good it was to watch him take everything she gave him. And he did, by the end, easily and eagerly.
“I had to start small,” she explains, and Jensen closes his eyes. “Much smaller than your monster cock, Padalecki.”
“It is pretty large,” Jensen agrees absentmindedly. He wants Jared to fuck him harder; he knows he’s so fucking ready for it. But Jared pulls back until only the fat head of his cock is holding Jensen’s hole open. Tease. Jensen can practically feel him watching Danneel talk, their secret breaking open and spilling over, no more hiding. Jared can just do this to him now, and he’ll open right up for it.
“I used my fingers, at first just my fingers. You know how tight he’s been, how he just needs to unclench a little. So then I made him unclench. I fucked him for hours when you weren’t around, to make sure it would be a surprise. Jensen just needed some help getting there.”
“I wanted it,” Jensen tries to explain. “Fuck, I wanted it so much. It just wasn’t easy.” There had been moments when he wondered if it was even possible to get a cock like Jared’s into his tight ass. But Danneel kept coaxing and reassuring him, making him open up a little more each time, until it didn’t feel weird anymore, didn’t feel like shoving something in where it didn’t belong.
“He was good about it, always trying to take more, always wanting it.” Every time he got too comfortable, Danneel went out and bought a bigger dildo, pushing him a little more, reminding him that this was nothing compared to what he said he wanted.
Jensen’s cock is rock hard, pressed against Danneel’s belly, the leaking head smearing against her skin. He wants someone to touch it almost as much as he wants Jared to keep on fucking him. He’s so close to having everything he needs.
“You didn’t have to,” Jared says, palming at Jensen’s hip. “Danneel doesn’t let me fuck her in the ass either.”
Jensen shakes his head. “I wanted to,” he says. “I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about it.”
“Okay,” Jared replies, mouthing at the back of his neck again, scraping his teeth at the corner of Jensen’s jaw. “So, tell me if I’m doing this right. I’m sure I’ve got plenty to learn too.” He slams forward into Jensen’s ass, and Jensen yelps in surprise before he readjusts, letting the heat of Jared’s cock soak into him. Jared starts up in a steady, pounding rhythm that slides him right up against Jensen’s prostate with every thrust, and Jensen starts to welcome the fullness with each inward push of Jared’s hips.
“Perfect,” he sighs. “A-plus.”
Danneel wraps a gentle hand around Jensen’s cock, guiding it down between her thighs, right up against the humid heat of her pussy, parting her legs to give him the room to get inside. He opens his eyes just long enough to find her mouth with his, and then he’s kissing her, and fucking her, and Jared’s still working away in his ass, so he’s surrounded, wrapped up in the two of them. Jared and Danneel’s hands meet and interlock against his hip, and everything seems to narrow down to the writhing mess of their three bodies. He’s coming like he did sometimes with Danneel, the shaking, dizzy kind of orgasm that comes as much from inside as from his dick, but they don’t stop moving around him, fucking him through the aftershocks. He finds Danneel’s clit with his fumbling fingers, rubs down around it and makes her gasp, shows off some other things he’s learned by practicing.
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Title: Some things are hard to take
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Rating: SMUT
Summary: Established poly relationship, PWP. Jensen gets something he's wanted for a long time, and he finds that practice pays off.
Notes: written for salt_burn_porn for chaviola's prompt "practice makes perfect". Thanks to balefully for the read-through. ~1000 words.
Jensen breathes through the ache this time, knowing it, expecting it. His asshole stretches, tingles as Jared pushes in deep, gasping out in shock at the lack of resistance, the way his body opens like it never would before. “Oh, fuck,” says Jared at the nape of Jensen’s neck. “Oh, fuck, Jensen, what did you do?” His breath is hot on Jensen’s skin as Jensen struggles for an answer.
“He practiced,” says Danneel, and Jared glances at her over Jensen’s shoulder. She’s dangling the strap-on in its harness from her fingers, letting Jared see it. Their not-so-little secret. They’ve never had a secret before, and every night that Jared worked late and neither of them did, it felt clandestine in their own bed. “I helped,” Danneel continues. She smiles, and Jared laughs, low and pleased, and Jensen can feel the tremble of it in the motion of his hips. Jared’s so deep in him, just like they’ve all wanted, hips tight to Jensen’s ass.
He’s so full, his asshole stretched taut and aching, even though he’s sloppy with lube from Jared’s fingers. Jensen manages a shaky smile. “Maybe I’m a slow learner,” he sighs, as Jared pulls back a little and repositions, changing the angle of his next thrust. Jensen knows not to tense this time, knows how to make his body do what it needs to to let Jared in deep again.
“I thought you were a very good and attentive student,” replies Danneel. She reaches around to touch the rim of his hole, her breasts pressing tight to his chest as she strokes over the thin, hot skin of his crack, fingertips rubbing around the girth of Jared’s cock.
“How did you practice?” Jared asks, pausing and circling his hips, the head of his dick dragging in the slick heat of Jensen’s hole. "Tell me about it."
Somehow it’s worse having her explain it than it is just thinking about the slow, gradual way she fucked him, remembering the way she fingered him and then pinned him facedown with her dick, made him slide up onto it and scramble up onto his knees as she started to pull away. He was fucking desperate for it by the time she got it into him, and she told him so, how good it was that he wanted it bad enough to chase it, how good it was to watch him take everything she gave him. And he did, by the end, easily and eagerly.
“I had to start small,” she explains, and Jensen closes his eyes. “Much smaller than your monster cock, Padalecki.”
“It is pretty large,” Jensen agrees absentmindedly. He wants Jared to fuck him harder; he knows he’s so fucking ready for it. But Jared pulls back until only the fat head of his cock is holding Jensen’s hole open. Tease. Jensen can practically feel him watching Danneel talk, their secret breaking open and spilling over, no more hiding. Jared can just do this to him now, and he’ll open right up for it.
“I used my fingers, at first just my fingers. You know how tight he’s been, how he just needs to unclench a little. So then I made him unclench. I fucked him for hours when you weren’t around, to make sure it would be a surprise. Jensen just needed some help getting there.”
“I wanted it,” Jensen tries to explain. “Fuck, I wanted it so much. It just wasn’t easy.” There had been moments when he wondered if it was even possible to get a cock like Jared’s into his tight ass. But Danneel kept coaxing and reassuring him, making him open up a little more each time, until it didn’t feel weird anymore, didn’t feel like shoving something in where it didn’t belong.
“He was good about it, always trying to take more, always wanting it.” Every time he got too comfortable, Danneel went out and bought a bigger dildo, pushing him a little more, reminding him that this was nothing compared to what he said he wanted.
Jensen’s cock is rock hard, pressed against Danneel’s belly, the leaking head smearing against her skin. He wants someone to touch it almost as much as he wants Jared to keep on fucking him. He’s so close to having everything he needs.
“You didn’t have to,” Jared says, palming at Jensen’s hip. “Danneel doesn’t let me fuck her in the ass either.”
Jensen shakes his head. “I wanted to,” he says. “I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about it.”
“Okay,” Jared replies, mouthing at the back of his neck again, scraping his teeth at the corner of Jensen’s jaw. “So, tell me if I’m doing this right. I’m sure I’ve got plenty to learn too.” He slams forward into Jensen’s ass, and Jensen yelps in surprise before he readjusts, letting the heat of Jared’s cock soak into him. Jared starts up in a steady, pounding rhythm that slides him right up against Jensen’s prostate with every thrust, and Jensen starts to welcome the fullness with each inward push of Jared’s hips.
“Perfect,” he sighs. “A-plus.”
Danneel wraps a gentle hand around Jensen’s cock, guiding it down between her thighs, right up against the humid heat of her pussy, parting her legs to give him the room to get inside. He opens his eyes just long enough to find her mouth with his, and then he’s kissing her, and fucking her, and Jared’s still working away in his ass, so he’s surrounded, wrapped up in the two of them. Jared and Danneel’s hands meet and interlock against his hip, and everything seems to narrow down to the writhing mess of their three bodies. He’s coming like he did sometimes with Danneel, the shaking, dizzy kind of orgasm that comes as much from inside as from his dick, but they don’t stop moving around him, fucking him through the aftershocks. He finds Danneel’s clit with his fumbling fingers, rubs down around it and makes her gasp, shows off some other things he’s learned by practicing.
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