Blindfold Fill! NC-17 | He Stays, Love Grows | girl!Jensen/Jared
Title: He Stays, Love Grows
Words: 1,900
Rating/Warning: NC-17, sex, girl!Jensen
Notes: Written for Round 4 for blindfold_spn. Someone requested a sequel to Bus Stop, Bus Goes. Originally posted here.
The joy in seeing Jared everyday on the bus always flips Jenny’s stomach for long minutes until he gets her alone outside the back of the convenient store and touches her. He hasn’t yet taught her all she wants to learn, but he hasn’t given up on what they’ve already done. And she’s quickly mastered getting him off with a tight, little fist, all while he presses long fingers inside her, tucking hard as his thumb rolls over her clit.
She used to look forward to the summer to avoid early mornings, to no longer roll her eyes at the the utterly uncharming high school boys who drool over her long, curved legs and the jealous girls who whisper behind her back. But now, she hates the thought of today being the last day of school. Of it maybe being the very last days she sees Jared until … who knows, with him staying two towns over for community college and her going off to a state school. Maybe he won’t care anymore, when they’re not on that bus together.
Either way, she’s taken to going sans-panties the last few days, hoping to up the ante, to draw Jared out of the comfort - albeit great, searing comfort - of using his fingers on her.
It hasn’t worked yet, and she’s grown impatient with it.
Even more impatience grows when she doesn’t see him on the bus, doesn’t see him get off the bus, doesn’t seen any of his friends around. She knows it’s his finals week, schedule all screwy, but he and his friends had continued right on with the bus to make their regular stop at the store to load up on energy drinks and junk food to keep them going.
But it’s now Friday. Four days of seeing Jared even when he didn’t have to be on that bus, and now he’s definitely not.
She’s already geared up, can’t forget the way she’d grown warm and wet in hopes that today would be the day he does more to her. But she’s all amped up for nothing, now.
For some relief, she walks through the store and to the back corner, pulling a glass door open to the freezer section, letting puffs of chilled air spread over her heated skin. Hairs stand on end and tiny goosebumps rise across her legs. It’s almost too cold, but she has yet to feel relief inside, stomach still turning, nerves all lit up.
There’s a soft rustle of something dropped behind her. She looks down and sees a bag of chips at her feet, and when she begins to turn, she catches the top of Jared’s floppy head and the corner of his smirk.
She looks right at the small cartons of ice cream in front of her, mouth curling hard even while she tries to play it cool. “Vanilla or cherry?” she asks lightly, as if she’s been looking for ice cream the whole time.
Jared’s hand skids up her calf, turning over her knee and higher between her legs, tugging just enough to make her widen her stance. “Cherry for sure,” he murmurs from below. “I love cherries.”
Her tiny giggle is caught her in throat when she suddenly feels a wet swipe across the bottom of her asscheek. Just a short touch, and it’s followed by one more, and when she glances over her shoulder, Jared’s settling on his knees, tucking both hands around her thighs, and tilting his head just under her skirt. And then he licks right at her hole.
Startled beyond words, she stumbles into the ice cream display, hands clutching the rack level with her breasts, which are now close to freezing in the chill, nipples sharp through her thin v-neck.
Jared’s hand slips across the front of her thigh, fingers playing across her wet folds as he hums in appreciation. “Is this for me, Jenny?” he asks softly between licking at the very top of her thighs, tip of his tongue slipping into the joint of her thigh and ass. “Can I taste?”
Her breath is caught tight in her lungs, aching with the need for him to do just that. “Yes, please,” she replies with a low, strangled voice.
“Gonna be sweet like ice cream?” he asks with a smile just before nudging between her legs and licking clear across her wet pussy, front to back and then again. “You’re better than the real thing, Jenny. So sweet and wet.”
She tucks her foot against the low rack in the cooler, granting him more access, all while looking around them. She’s too thankful that they’re tucked into the far corner of the store, a long way from anyone else, and hidden by the chest-high racks all around them.
Jared licks over her again, lapping more enthusiastically now, breath harsh against her with every pass he makes over her throbbing pussy. He runs one palm up her belly, fingers swiping across flat muscle, and she pulls at his hand. She brings it up to her breast to fondle her nipple, which is tight and tingling with all the new sensations between her legs.
She can feel it all heating her inside, thick from want and need, dripping down and slicking up her folds. The noise of him eating her out echoes in her ears, the slick-slack of wet skin amplified, along with the thumping of her heart, blood racing through her body. He keeps squeezing at her breast, thumb and forefinger tight around her nipple, shock and pain flying through her body in the best way possible, all while he continues lapping at her.
She begins to roll her hips to get the touch of his mouth all over her, and then she just can’t stop the shake of her body as he wraps his free hand around her waist and rises up higher to suck at her pussy, tongue flicking across her slit, sliding in and out with the promise of other acts he could break her in with.
At the thought of him laying over her, his naked body working her up, she trembles and whines as her orgasm pulses between her legs, makes her legs shaky, one hand tight in the rack and the other around his hand on her breast. He licks her all through it until her breathing slows and quiets, until she can stand on her own two feet.
Jared rises and puts her skirt back in place and then wipes his chin and mouth off on the inside of his shirt. He tucks his face into the crook of her neck and kisses gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Did you like that?”
She nods against him with her hand holding his across her belly, fingers slipping between his and squeezing.
He presses himself across her back, and his dick is obvious against her ass. He rocks slightly against her and murmurs, “You wanna try something else?”
Conscious thought flies out the window and all she can think about is putting her mouth all over him, to taste him and lick and make it as good for him as he always makes it for her. She spins in his hold, hands going immediately for his fly, dragging the zipper down. He chuckles through a bit of excitement and kisses along her forehead. “You’re gonna feel so good, I just know it,” he smiles.
Her mind runs over every possibility of how she’d suck him off: on her knees, bending over him, standing between him while he sits on the short wall outside. Dizzy on those images, she lets him lead her outside and to the bus stop, and she hardly cares about the soft quiet between them until the bus pulls up and he playfully pushes her in first.
It’s completely packed. A whole mess of people at the start of rush hour, but Jared doesn’t seem to care, nudging her through the crowd until they find one empty seat against the window. Jared sits first and pulls her down into his lap, her back to his chest, and tugs her in tight.
Without underwear and with her skirt slinking up, she can feel the rugged denim between her and him. She doesn’t complain. Does worry a bit with how wet she still is, of it staining his jeans and making a mess.
But he takes care of that problem when he shifts her up just a few inches to get his hands between them, fussing with something - she has no clue, but she rises just a bit to give him more room. There’s a soft snap of latex, and next she knows, there’s a hard press at her pussy as he kisses at her shoulder. “It’s okay,” he assures her quietly, the noise of the bus and random conversations around them covering most of his words. “This is gonna feel better than anything. Trust me?”
She leans back against his chest to answer, but is silenced by the head of his dick breaching her, pushing inside. It’s slow, unearthly slow, and she can’t focus on any one thing around them but that. She doesn’t care about the elderly man sitting to the right who’s turned towards the aisle with a newspaper spread out in his hands, or the college co-eds in front of them shouting at each other with hysterical laughter. She can only single out the sharp pain of him entering her, until her ass settles right at his lap and she breathes harshly at the thought that he’s inside her.
Jared groans at her ear, mouth open to the curve of it but not touching, licking, mouthing, or kissing. Just, right there as he holds her tight in his lap. He doesn’t have to do anything, the rocking of the bus continuing down the road and on its route is more than enough to move her over him, to give them the gentle rhythm of him sliding in and out of her, hiding the fact that he’s fucking her on this bus.
She’s positive that she won’t come from this, but she can’t deny the ease of him sliding through her wetness, of how full she feels on his cock, or on how her nerves ramp up with every breathy moan he releases at her ear. She tries in earnest to roll her hips down to him, to make it better, and she doubts she does much for it, but his arms tighten around her waist and he tries to push into her at a faster rate.
She clenches her muscles around him, forcing him to groan and into faster breathing. Turning away from the crowd and to his face, she kisses at his chin then the corner of his mouth, and whispers, “Are you really gonna come like this?” sounding more nervous than seductive.
“Yeah, yeah, I am, you feel so good, Jesus,” he mumbles back, eyes hazy and wet as they focus on her mouth.
Licking her lips in anticipation, of watching him come from this, while inside her, she rolls her hips again and again, just quiet, little moves. But they seem to mean the world to Jared, because he bites into his lower lip then tugs her in tight against him, eyes rolling as he sighs noisily as he comes.
Jared shoves his tongue into her mouth, fat and lazy but making her go wide with the sloppy kiss. He slows his assault on her mouth and rubs a palm over her belly, as if making up for the harshness of the last few moments, getting sweet and thoughtful in the light kisses and touches. And she eases in closer into him, already thinking about the next time.
Sequel: In the Deep
Words: 1,900
Rating/Warning: NC-17, sex, girl!Jensen
Notes: Written for Round 4 for blindfold_spn. Someone requested a sequel to Bus Stop, Bus Goes. Originally posted here.
The joy in seeing Jared everyday on the bus always flips Jenny’s stomach for long minutes until he gets her alone outside the back of the convenient store and touches her. He hasn’t yet taught her all she wants to learn, but he hasn’t given up on what they’ve already done. And she’s quickly mastered getting him off with a tight, little fist, all while he presses long fingers inside her, tucking hard as his thumb rolls over her clit.
She used to look forward to the summer to avoid early mornings, to no longer roll her eyes at the the utterly uncharming high school boys who drool over her long, curved legs and the jealous girls who whisper behind her back. But now, she hates the thought of today being the last day of school. Of it maybe being the very last days she sees Jared until … who knows, with him staying two towns over for community college and her going off to a state school. Maybe he won’t care anymore, when they’re not on that bus together.
Either way, she’s taken to going sans-panties the last few days, hoping to up the ante, to draw Jared out of the comfort - albeit great, searing comfort - of using his fingers on her.
It hasn’t worked yet, and she’s grown impatient with it.
Even more impatience grows when she doesn’t see him on the bus, doesn’t see him get off the bus, doesn’t seen any of his friends around. She knows it’s his finals week, schedule all screwy, but he and his friends had continued right on with the bus to make their regular stop at the store to load up on energy drinks and junk food to keep them going.
But it’s now Friday. Four days of seeing Jared even when he didn’t have to be on that bus, and now he’s definitely not.
She’s already geared up, can’t forget the way she’d grown warm and wet in hopes that today would be the day he does more to her. But she’s all amped up for nothing, now.
For some relief, she walks through the store and to the back corner, pulling a glass door open to the freezer section, letting puffs of chilled air spread over her heated skin. Hairs stand on end and tiny goosebumps rise across her legs. It’s almost too cold, but she has yet to feel relief inside, stomach still turning, nerves all lit up.
There’s a soft rustle of something dropped behind her. She looks down and sees a bag of chips at her feet, and when she begins to turn, she catches the top of Jared’s floppy head and the corner of his smirk.
She looks right at the small cartons of ice cream in front of her, mouth curling hard even while she tries to play it cool. “Vanilla or cherry?” she asks lightly, as if she’s been looking for ice cream the whole time.
Jared’s hand skids up her calf, turning over her knee and higher between her legs, tugging just enough to make her widen her stance. “Cherry for sure,” he murmurs from below. “I love cherries.”
Her tiny giggle is caught her in throat when she suddenly feels a wet swipe across the bottom of her asscheek. Just a short touch, and it’s followed by one more, and when she glances over her shoulder, Jared’s settling on his knees, tucking both hands around her thighs, and tilting his head just under her skirt. And then he licks right at her hole.
Startled beyond words, she stumbles into the ice cream display, hands clutching the rack level with her breasts, which are now close to freezing in the chill, nipples sharp through her thin v-neck.
Jared’s hand slips across the front of her thigh, fingers playing across her wet folds as he hums in appreciation. “Is this for me, Jenny?” he asks softly between licking at the very top of her thighs, tip of his tongue slipping into the joint of her thigh and ass. “Can I taste?”
Her breath is caught tight in her lungs, aching with the need for him to do just that. “Yes, please,” she replies with a low, strangled voice.
“Gonna be sweet like ice cream?” he asks with a smile just before nudging between her legs and licking clear across her wet pussy, front to back and then again. “You’re better than the real thing, Jenny. So sweet and wet.”
She tucks her foot against the low rack in the cooler, granting him more access, all while looking around them. She’s too thankful that they’re tucked into the far corner of the store, a long way from anyone else, and hidden by the chest-high racks all around them.
Jared licks over her again, lapping more enthusiastically now, breath harsh against her with every pass he makes over her throbbing pussy. He runs one palm up her belly, fingers swiping across flat muscle, and she pulls at his hand. She brings it up to her breast to fondle her nipple, which is tight and tingling with all the new sensations between her legs.
She can feel it all heating her inside, thick from want and need, dripping down and slicking up her folds. The noise of him eating her out echoes in her ears, the slick-slack of wet skin amplified, along with the thumping of her heart, blood racing through her body. He keeps squeezing at her breast, thumb and forefinger tight around her nipple, shock and pain flying through her body in the best way possible, all while he continues lapping at her.
She begins to roll her hips to get the touch of his mouth all over her, and then she just can’t stop the shake of her body as he wraps his free hand around her waist and rises up higher to suck at her pussy, tongue flicking across her slit, sliding in and out with the promise of other acts he could break her in with.
At the thought of him laying over her, his naked body working her up, she trembles and whines as her orgasm pulses between her legs, makes her legs shaky, one hand tight in the rack and the other around his hand on her breast. He licks her all through it until her breathing slows and quiets, until she can stand on her own two feet.
Jared rises and puts her skirt back in place and then wipes his chin and mouth off on the inside of his shirt. He tucks his face into the crook of her neck and kisses gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Did you like that?”
She nods against him with her hand holding his across her belly, fingers slipping between his and squeezing.
He presses himself across her back, and his dick is obvious against her ass. He rocks slightly against her and murmurs, “You wanna try something else?”
Conscious thought flies out the window and all she can think about is putting her mouth all over him, to taste him and lick and make it as good for him as he always makes it for her. She spins in his hold, hands going immediately for his fly, dragging the zipper down. He chuckles through a bit of excitement and kisses along her forehead. “You’re gonna feel so good, I just know it,” he smiles.
Her mind runs over every possibility of how she’d suck him off: on her knees, bending over him, standing between him while he sits on the short wall outside. Dizzy on those images, she lets him lead her outside and to the bus stop, and she hardly cares about the soft quiet between them until the bus pulls up and he playfully pushes her in first.
It’s completely packed. A whole mess of people at the start of rush hour, but Jared doesn’t seem to care, nudging her through the crowd until they find one empty seat against the window. Jared sits first and pulls her down into his lap, her back to his chest, and tugs her in tight.
Without underwear and with her skirt slinking up, she can feel the rugged denim between her and him. She doesn’t complain. Does worry a bit with how wet she still is, of it staining his jeans and making a mess.
But he takes care of that problem when he shifts her up just a few inches to get his hands between them, fussing with something - she has no clue, but she rises just a bit to give him more room. There’s a soft snap of latex, and next she knows, there’s a hard press at her pussy as he kisses at her shoulder. “It’s okay,” he assures her quietly, the noise of the bus and random conversations around them covering most of his words. “This is gonna feel better than anything. Trust me?”
She leans back against his chest to answer, but is silenced by the head of his dick breaching her, pushing inside. It’s slow, unearthly slow, and she can’t focus on any one thing around them but that. She doesn’t care about the elderly man sitting to the right who’s turned towards the aisle with a newspaper spread out in his hands, or the college co-eds in front of them shouting at each other with hysterical laughter. She can only single out the sharp pain of him entering her, until her ass settles right at his lap and she breathes harshly at the thought that he’s inside her.
Jared groans at her ear, mouth open to the curve of it but not touching, licking, mouthing, or kissing. Just, right there as he holds her tight in his lap. He doesn’t have to do anything, the rocking of the bus continuing down the road and on its route is more than enough to move her over him, to give them the gentle rhythm of him sliding in and out of her, hiding the fact that he’s fucking her on this bus.
She’s positive that she won’t come from this, but she can’t deny the ease of him sliding through her wetness, of how full she feels on his cock, or on how her nerves ramp up with every breathy moan he releases at her ear. She tries in earnest to roll her hips down to him, to make it better, and she doubts she does much for it, but his arms tighten around her waist and he tries to push into her at a faster rate.
She clenches her muscles around him, forcing him to groan and into faster breathing. Turning away from the crowd and to his face, she kisses at his chin then the corner of his mouth, and whispers, “Are you really gonna come like this?” sounding more nervous than seductive.
“Yeah, yeah, I am, you feel so good, Jesus,” he mumbles back, eyes hazy and wet as they focus on her mouth.
Licking her lips in anticipation, of watching him come from this, while inside her, she rolls her hips again and again, just quiet, little moves. But they seem to mean the world to Jared, because he bites into his lower lip then tugs her in tight against him, eyes rolling as he sighs noisily as he comes.
Jared shoves his tongue into her mouth, fat and lazy but making her go wide with the sloppy kiss. He slows his assault on her mouth and rubs a palm over her belly, as if making up for the harshness of the last few moments, getting sweet and thoughtful in the light kisses and touches. And she eases in closer into him, already thinking about the next time.
Sequel: In the Deep