fic: burn to shine | jess/dean | nc-17
title: burn to shine
author: earthquakedream
pairing: Jess/Dean
rating: NC-17
warnings: semi-public rough sex, barebacking
disclaimer: These peeps aren't mine, only the words are. Title and cut tag from Ben Lee's burn to shine.
word count: ~1000
summary: Pre-series. Jess doesn't know how she ended up like this, her front pressed tight to scratchy brick, hands tucked under cheek to protect her face. Her legs are spread wide, skirt rucked up around her hips, and her panties are hooked around one ankle, laying in a puddle, ruined.
author's note: This was written for the first round of kink_las for the kink rough sex. I'm having a LOT of fun in this comm! Thanks to clex_monkie89 for the awesome beta job!
Jess doesn't know how she ended up like this, her front pressed tight to scratchy brick, hands tucked under cheek to protect her face. Her legs are spread wide, skirt rucked up around her hips, and her panties are hooked around one ankle, laying in a puddle, ruined.
"Are you going to fuck me or what?" she snaps out, bare ass feeling cold exposed to the wind like this. A dark chuckle comes from behind her and she wishes there was some kind of light in this tiny alley, while at the same time she's grateful it's dark. She wants to be able to see the man behind her, but she doesn't want anyone else to see them together like this.
The last thing she needs is to get arrested for public indecency.
"Calm down, sweetheart, we're getting to that," he murmurs, suddenly pressing against her back, making heat flare all through her. She can feel the hard ridge of his dick through his jeans, chaffing against the soft skin of her ass.
"Do you have a condom?" Jess asks, legs involuntarily spreading more, pushing back to get some kind of friction where she wants it. She's so wet.
"Nah, but I'm not dirty, don't worry."
"We're going to fuck in a dingy back alley like this is a bad porno. You're pretty goddamn dirty, boy."
He just laughs and pulls away. She's cold again, whines without meaning to. She's fucking desperate. The sound of his zipper being tugged down rings in her ears.
When he gets close again, the slick head of his dick rubs down the crack of her ass and slips between her legs. The head catches against her cunt and she lets out a desperate sound, too loud, and he laughs at her again.
"You slut, you want my dick?"
"Wouldn't be here if I didn't," Jess snaps at him. "Stop fucking around."
"Ain't that why you're here?" Another low chuckle, he's so goddamn amused, and just as she opens her mouth to retort, his thick cock shoves into her, one long slide made easy by how wet and eager she is to have him there.
"Yes," she gasps, clenching around him. His hands grip her hips, pull at her so the position is better for him - not all that great for her - and he starts moving.
The way he slams into her drives these stupid sounds out of Jess, high-pitched and breathy, echoing off the hard brick walls surrounding them. His hands slide under her shirt, find her tits and grab on, uses the grip to pull her back into his thrusts.
He's dicking her so hard it almost hurts, so deep she feels too full. But she's still dripping wet; she can hear it in the way they move together, a nasty thick sound that fills her ears and makes her even wetter.
"Harder," she begs him, closing her eyes tightly even though she can't see anything anyway, needing that one barrier. Her skin scrapes against the rough wall, but she doesn't care.
His hands leave her chest, slide up her sides over her shirt, grab her forearms and tug until he pins her hands against the wall. She lifts her head but already she can feel the painful scratches on her face, wondering how she'll explain them away.
"Harder," she says again, and he obeys this time, his thrusts speeding up until it does hurt, his hips bruising her ass with the power of his movements. That's when she comes, throwing her head back and letting out a wordless shout. He drops one of her hands and claps his own over her mouth, shutting her up. Calloused fingers grip her jaw painfully, making her cunt pulse; making her come even harder.
She slumps afterward, only held up by the wall and the way he's rutting into her, jolting her body and making aftershocks flow through her. She can't even come down from her orgasm because he won't let her, won't slow down. His dick grinds right into her, as deep as he can manage.
When her second orgasm hits, her scream is muffled into his skin, his fingers pressing into her jaw so hard that she knows bruises will show up. She doesn't know how to explain that away either, but she can't concentrate on that right now.
The hand not keeping her quiet comes down and wraps around her waist, slips under her little skirt and gives a quick brush over her swollen clit before two thick fingers slide in along his dick. The stretch burns and tugs at her, should put her off but she's still coming hard, shaking apart around him.
After that, it doesn't take long for him to come, rubbing his dick against his own fingers a few times before he shoots inside her, pressed in so deep that she knows she's in trouble. He presses his face into her shoulder to muffle his groan, rough stubble scraping against her skin and making her shudder.
He pulls away after a few minutes, his soft dick sliding out but his fingers still in her, pressing deeper before he pulls them out, slick with his come. He drops the hand from her mouth and his dirty fingers push against her lips until she opens up and sucks them clean.
His come drips down her thigh and Jess reaches down to wipe it away, turns around and cleans her hand on his shirt. His fingers slide out of her mouth, trail slick down over her tits which have nearly popped out of her low-cut shirt, and then he tucks himself away and smirks.
Jess tugs down her skirt to hide the mess slicking her thighs. She wants to go home and get herself off until she passes out, she's still so turned on.
"Bye, sweetheart," he says, giving her a wink and a quick smile.
"It's Jess," she tells him, knowing he doesn't care and won't remember later.
"Dean," he replies, then walks away.
She knows she won't forget him.
author: earthquakedream
pairing: Jess/Dean
rating: NC-17
warnings: semi-public rough sex, barebacking
disclaimer: These peeps aren't mine, only the words are. Title and cut tag from Ben Lee's burn to shine.
word count: ~1000
summary: Pre-series. Jess doesn't know how she ended up like this, her front pressed tight to scratchy brick, hands tucked under cheek to protect her face. Her legs are spread wide, skirt rucked up around her hips, and her panties are hooked around one ankle, laying in a puddle, ruined.
author's note: This was written for the first round of kink_las for the kink rough sex. I'm having a LOT of fun in this comm! Thanks to clex_monkie89 for the awesome beta job!
Jess doesn't know how she ended up like this, her front pressed tight to scratchy brick, hands tucked under cheek to protect her face. Her legs are spread wide, skirt rucked up around her hips, and her panties are hooked around one ankle, laying in a puddle, ruined.
"Are you going to fuck me or what?" she snaps out, bare ass feeling cold exposed to the wind like this. A dark chuckle comes from behind her and she wishes there was some kind of light in this tiny alley, while at the same time she's grateful it's dark. She wants to be able to see the man behind her, but she doesn't want anyone else to see them together like this.
The last thing she needs is to get arrested for public indecency.
"Calm down, sweetheart, we're getting to that," he murmurs, suddenly pressing against her back, making heat flare all through her. She can feel the hard ridge of his dick through his jeans, chaffing against the soft skin of her ass.
"Do you have a condom?" Jess asks, legs involuntarily spreading more, pushing back to get some kind of friction where she wants it. She's so wet.
"Nah, but I'm not dirty, don't worry."
"We're going to fuck in a dingy back alley like this is a bad porno. You're pretty goddamn dirty, boy."
He just laughs and pulls away. She's cold again, whines without meaning to. She's fucking desperate. The sound of his zipper being tugged down rings in her ears.
When he gets close again, the slick head of his dick rubs down the crack of her ass and slips between her legs. The head catches against her cunt and she lets out a desperate sound, too loud, and he laughs at her again.
"You slut, you want my dick?"
"Wouldn't be here if I didn't," Jess snaps at him. "Stop fucking around."
"Ain't that why you're here?" Another low chuckle, he's so goddamn amused, and just as she opens her mouth to retort, his thick cock shoves into her, one long slide made easy by how wet and eager she is to have him there.
"Yes," she gasps, clenching around him. His hands grip her hips, pull at her so the position is better for him - not all that great for her - and he starts moving.
The way he slams into her drives these stupid sounds out of Jess, high-pitched and breathy, echoing off the hard brick walls surrounding them. His hands slide under her shirt, find her tits and grab on, uses the grip to pull her back into his thrusts.
He's dicking her so hard it almost hurts, so deep she feels too full. But she's still dripping wet; she can hear it in the way they move together, a nasty thick sound that fills her ears and makes her even wetter.
"Harder," she begs him, closing her eyes tightly even though she can't see anything anyway, needing that one barrier. Her skin scrapes against the rough wall, but she doesn't care.
His hands leave her chest, slide up her sides over her shirt, grab her forearms and tug until he pins her hands against the wall. She lifts her head but already she can feel the painful scratches on her face, wondering how she'll explain them away.
"Harder," she says again, and he obeys this time, his thrusts speeding up until it does hurt, his hips bruising her ass with the power of his movements. That's when she comes, throwing her head back and letting out a wordless shout. He drops one of her hands and claps his own over her mouth, shutting her up. Calloused fingers grip her jaw painfully, making her cunt pulse; making her come even harder.
She slumps afterward, only held up by the wall and the way he's rutting into her, jolting her body and making aftershocks flow through her. She can't even come down from her orgasm because he won't let her, won't slow down. His dick grinds right into her, as deep as he can manage.
When her second orgasm hits, her scream is muffled into his skin, his fingers pressing into her jaw so hard that she knows bruises will show up. She doesn't know how to explain that away either, but she can't concentrate on that right now.
The hand not keeping her quiet comes down and wraps around her waist, slips under her little skirt and gives a quick brush over her swollen clit before two thick fingers slide in along his dick. The stretch burns and tugs at her, should put her off but she's still coming hard, shaking apart around him.
After that, it doesn't take long for him to come, rubbing his dick against his own fingers a few times before he shoots inside her, pressed in so deep that she knows she's in trouble. He presses his face into her shoulder to muffle his groan, rough stubble scraping against her skin and making her shudder.
He pulls away after a few minutes, his soft dick sliding out but his fingers still in her, pressing deeper before he pulls them out, slick with his come. He drops the hand from her mouth and his dirty fingers push against her lips until she opens up and sucks them clean.
His come drips down her thigh and Jess reaches down to wipe it away, turns around and cleans her hand on his shirt. His fingers slide out of her mouth, trail slick down over her tits which have nearly popped out of her low-cut shirt, and then he tucks himself away and smirks.
Jess tugs down her skirt to hide the mess slicking her thighs. She wants to go home and get herself off until she passes out, she's still so turned on.
"Bye, sweetheart," he says, giving her a wink and a quick smile.
"It's Jess," she tells him, knowing he doesn't care and won't remember later.
"Dean," he replies, then walks away.
She knows she won't forget him.