Orgasm Meme
So only_passenger did this "orgasm meme" where you're supposed to take out just the one sentence in which people get off in your fics. I have written too many fics for that. Also, I'm a rule-breaker. :P So, this is a random sampling, organized by sometimes ridiculous categories, and passages instead of just sentences because it seems that a lot of the time I need more than one sentence or some context for zee actual coming. Or, I'm being self-indulgent.
I dunno!
The Last One I Wrote
From One Line (Harry/Ginny):
It’s over quickly, but she doesn’t seem to mind, kissing him wetly as he grows soft inside her. “I want to see,” he pleads uselessly after he pulls out, when he senses her doing something else down there, her breath catching as she finishes herself off. She’s very capable, he thinks, listening to the sounds she elicits from herself, imagining her little fingers sliding over her pink flesh, over his spunk. His prick stiffens again.
The First One
From a Roswell fic I will not be linking you to (Isabel/OFC):
Right now, all that she could think about was the way she felt when she was with Sarah. The way her body responded, flooding with heat at the slightest touch. How she felt out of breath sometimes just looking into Sarah’s gorgeous green eyes. The way their limbs fell together into a tangle of girl parts, moving with such urgency, hands groping desperately, lips and tongues discovering hidden treasures. God, nothing had ever felt so right as it did to give pleasure to this golden creature lying across the bed. There really was no better sight than watching Sarah come, her soft sighs and moans like music to Isabel’s ears.
Boy: Solo
From Straight Line (Sam Winchester/(OFC):
Sam jerks off after he’s had a shower, not before, fully naked, covers splayed, warming himself up by slowly circling his thumb around the head of his cock before shifting to hard strokes, warm friction from his outstretched palm. It’s a pattern with room for deviation in the middle section, but always beginning slow, ending rough.
He finds himself focusing on the juxtaposition of her soft, breezy smiles during conversation with the pained, blown-open expression on her face when he started fucking her in earnest. She said, I’m not fragile, when she wanted more. She cried out, So good, so good. Want it hard. Want it. And he remembers how big that made him feel.
[Well, that was more IMPLIED, I guess, but I'm counting it.]
Girl: Solo
From Good Girls Do (Rory Gilmore/(Dean Forester):
Dean stays away from her for awhile after that. Rory's got writer’s block something fierce and she thinks about him every day in the shower when she’s getting herself off with slippery fingers, eyes shut tight. It’s a hold over from when she was young-masturbating with eyes closed-because when she was eleven and first figured out that she could make herself feel good that way, she and Lorelei had been watching a lot of scary movies and so Rory was convinced that there were ghosts watching her every time she touched herself.
[Also rather implied.]
Solo But Not, from Adjustments (Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore):
“Tell me,” Sam says firmly, surprised at his own sudden directness bubbling up.
“Um, well, you were spanking me too, and Oh god, Sam!” She tilts her head back and Sam watches as Jess circles the vibrating tip of the dildo around her clit.
Dazedly, he finds himself asking, “You-you want me to hurt you?”
“No-I just-maybe a little bit. You’re just-when you-” and then she’s kissing his fingers again, slathering them in wet. When she comes, Jess bites down on his knuckles lightly, and Sam gets it-understands what she means about how a little sting can make you melt down on the inside.
Sam just stares at her as she comes down from that, nestling herself into the pillows and curling up at his still-fully-clothed side. They lie there like that, entwined, and Sam feels each beat of the clock ticking in his confused, over-amped cock. And then Jess is twisting her fingers at his fly, pulling down Sam’s zipper and saying, “It’s your turn now. It’s only fair. I showed you mine…”
More Embarrassing Older Fic, Also Female Solo (Buffy/Spike):
She shimmied down to the front of the tub to the place where the water cascaded from the faucet and positioned herself beneath the heavy stream. Telling herself that this was just to get the soap out.
But when the delicious pressure hit her clit she couldn’t pretend anymore.
Spike. Spike. Spike. Spike.
When she closed her eyes, it was his tongue that lapped at her exhausted pussy, and his phantom cock that her inner walls contracted around, his crooked grin looking down on her as she arched her back and shuddered, biting her lip too hard as she came and came and came.
[I think maybe I should write more wankfic that ISN'T shippy, AT ALL. In fact, I think that's something of a rarity.]
Holy Crap Multiples
From Goal-Oriented (Faith Lehane/Shane from the L Word):
Faith gets off quickly the first time, but Shane doesn’t stop, just slows down, limning Faith’s cunt in her own juices with the aid of those long-ass fingers Faith noticed at the bar-the ones that reach all the way up, Faith is now aware. Shane licks Faith’s neck, slow and hot, and bites a nipple lightly on her way down. Pretty soon her angular chin is bumping where ass meets pussy and her tongue is lapping Faith to freak-out orgasms numbers two, three and-holy shit, was that four?
Oral all around!
From In the Cockpit (Mal/River):
Anyone could come in right now-see him churning into her lips, hands woven into soft, dark strands of girl hair, probably getting grease where it oughtn’t be, and coming coming coming with his mouth falling open wide. A silent wave of tenderness washing over him.
Yeah, that would be bad.
[Apparently I (used to) think that repeating the word "coming" multiple times was an implication of duration or intensity. :P]
An outtake from Full Cycle (Sam Winchester/Madison):
“God, you taste good,” Sam says, lifting his head from between her thighs. His mouth is glistening wet with her, sweet-pink and expressive as he licks his lips. He looks down at her cunt again with eyes full of wonder and Madison can’t hold back the tears anymore.
She feels unhinged, like her emotions and her gutteral, bodily responses have fused. Like her pussy is her heart is her brain melted.
[That's right, Sammy - eat them out until THEY CRY. :P]
From Tell Me A Secret (Sam Winchester/OMC):
It was always like that with Josh. Friendly friend normal, then hot and sex and instinct and now. Neither of them had any idea what they were doing really. It was funny-they both seemed over-large and fumbly, all hormones and confusion and friction-rubbing against each other. At least they both had the home court advantage as far as parts were concerned.
But as Sam watched Josh suck his dick this time, deliberate and slow, deep, it just seemed-it was. What he wanted.
Sam called out when he came, arching his back. He touched a fingertip to Josh’s hollowed cheek, looking down as Josh swallowed him down, eyelashes touching his cheeks in utter concentration.
Premature Ejaculation
From Come Inside Now and I'll Shake You (Sam Winchester/OFC):
"Can I?" Sam found himself pleading, his thumbs hooked into her panty strings, his almost-man voice breaking. He hoped Dean didn't hear that.
"You don't have to ask," Jessie groaned, face satisfyingly pink as she wiggled out of her underwear and shifted up the bed, skirt completely inverted. Sam nodded, hungry and scared. He touched her there again, just the tip of one finger and a pained look crossed his face. He humped the duvet on instinct, one, two, three jerky times and he was gone.
"Oh god," they both said.
"I'm sorry--"
"Shit. You. That was just--you want me that much?"
Sam looked down at the wet spot on his jeans, rushing out, "I can...again. It won't take long, really. That is, if you still want..."
Dryhumping!
From Surprise!: An Adolescent Interlude (Sam Winchester/OFC):
You rub yourself on him instead. There’s a frantic, circular rythmn to your hips that feels grown-up even though you know that what you’re doing is ridiculous. Sam’s mouth is warm and wet on your skin, the mysterious hard outline in his pants hitting the right place often enough that you want to scream. You clap a hand to your mouth and bite down as pleasure flows in floods and rivers through your body until you slump down, shaking as you reach your hands down to pluck at the curls at the nape of his neck, damp with sweat.
“Wow,” you whisper.
Wet 'n Graphic
From Little Earthquakes (Jared Padalecki/Lauren Graham):
In the end, he just called her “girl.” As in, You like that, don’t you, girl? You like my cock. Good girl, uh, you’re a good girl.
It should have been funny, incongruous as it was given their age differential, but instead it just made Lauren crazy, made her come from penetration alone, which she never does. Come again even harder when Jared pushed the lace demi-cups of her bra down so he could suckle her tits like a hungry animal, his middle and forefingers jammed up, hitting just the right spot inside.
“Damn, boy,” she says when they’re finished, when he’s pulled out and shot off onto her lower back.
From Choices, or Five Ways Hermione Granger Could Have Lost Her Virginity (this bit Ron/Hermione):
Ron’s letting out a low whine now in the back of his throat. He pushes up the T-shirt to reveal her breasts and starts to suckle fiercely. Almost immediately Hermione becomes so slippery-wet she feels juicy, overflowing with easy love for him. She runs her fingers through his hair, tickling the back of his neck.
She feels languid, in no rush to move or do anything but feel this, and is unsurprised when Ron starts handling his own cock, still kissing and sucking at her nipples. He knows she likes to see how much she affects him, just by being her.
When he comes it is warm and sticky on her stomach. Ron looks a little apologetic, but she just smiles and says, “It’s okay, but I’m not done yet.” So he returns his attentions to her breasts, and eventually, with the addition of just a few light brushes of his fingertips on her clit-she hardly needs any more stimulation-Hermione comes too, muffling her own sex noises with the palm of her hand.
From Sam's Watched Porn Before (Sam Winchester/OFC):
And then he is staring down at you, jaw hanging out slightly and staring, eyes a little wild. Replacing his index finger with his thumb. Long, strong fingers inside you and you are helpless, looking up at him and blinking, nibbling on the skin of his palm as you flood. Pleasure through your body and wet all over his hand. He’s watching you come and you haven’t even kissed yet.
You’re embarrassed. But Sam, he looks shy now too. Holds his hand out in air that is once again cold, soaked and dripping. He wrinkles his brow like he doesn’t know what to do with it. So you link sticky fingers with him and say, Can I? I want to...
Your fingers trip on his zipper, sorting through boxer shorts and prickly boy hair to find his cock, which is just...you didn’t expect that. He’s big so you should have, but you think he could be a porn star. And you must have said that out loud because he’s trying not to laugh and looking down, watching your hand on him as you skitter over the head and grip his shaft awkwardly.
Sam, I don’t...and you, you were so...
He covers your hand in his again and guides you. Breathing huh huh huh and that is a hotter sound than all the elaborate grunts of the men in the movie. He comes in impulsive spurts, warm to the touch, and maybe that should be gross, but you feel powerful, triumphant and beautiful in that moment.
First Time
From Every Rose Has Its Thorn (Dean Winchester/OFC):
Dean’s got his left hand halfway in her cotton underwear when he goes, “Is this okay with you?”
“You think I never done this before?” she asks-not pissy exactly, more like her feelings are hurt.
“I dunno,” Dean mumbles. “I mean, I haven’t.”
“Fuckin’ A,” she says, eyes wide, and sucks his cock until his eyes roll back in his head. Smart girl-Dean would have shot his load in two seconds once they got down to business if not for that.
She has little tits-nothing like the girls on the calendar-hardly even needs to wear a bra. When Dean sucks on her nipples, she makes this high, whining sound in her throat; she guides his thumb to her clit. Tells him what she wants.
“You’re totally hot, you know,” she says after that first time, puffing on a Lucky Strike and ogling him-inspecting where she’s just been. Dean flushes red and tackles her until they’re tangled up naked.
They just lie like that for awhile, quiet. It’s nice.
[Huh, so in that one, I basically just skipped over the cum shot. Sort of.]
From (haha!) Like a Virgin (Jared/Jensen):
But that’s just like Jensen-the secret Jensen-he’s got to take charge, even about having a dick in his ass.
Not that Jared’s complaining. He lets Jensen ride him, watching Jensen’s bicep flex as he holds himself up on one arm, cursing and invoking the divine as he jerks himself roughly, shooting off with a grimace that on anyone else would be grotesque but on Jensen is just really fucking hot.
And then Jared’s coming desperately too, knowing that Jensen’s watching him go.
“Jesus,” Jared says as they’re lying there afterwards, spent and sticky. “I feel like I just lost my cherry all over again.”
“No dude, I think that was me,” Jensen says and laughs.
“Whatever, fuck you.”
“No way. It’s my turn next.”
Oh Dear God, Knock-Up Fic
From Glimpses (Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester):
When Dean enters her, cock naked and slick from her juices already-they’re like teenagers in this once-again newness, rubbing and teasing for long minutes before they actually fuck-he opens his eyes extra wide. He hisses on a long exhale, arms shaking as they hold his weight in a flexing push-up above her. Faith laughs, because he looks kind of ridiculous, and also amazingly, like porn-star hot. Dean chuckles a little too, then says sheepishly, “It’s just...been awhile since I've done it like this.” Then he kisses her with slow, agonizingly intimate flashes of tongue. “You know what I mean,” he vibrates into her mouth, “without anything. Not since...”
“Yeah,” she says, hypnotized by his concentration on her, on this, on them. “You must have, like, super-sperm or something, ‘cause you still managed to knock me up.”
For a second or two she clenches with fear that she’s said the wrong thing-broken this perfect lusty moment with the sadness from before-but then Dean just grins lopsidedly and says, “Yeah, you know me, I’m all man.”
And then they’re laughing and pulsing into one other and when Faith comes Dean’s chin is hooked into the curve of her neck; she can smell the shampoo on his hair, and everything’s so good.
From Is This Desire? (Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore):
“You know,” she rumbles, pulling up her tank top and feeding him her breasts, one tit at a time. “Can we just play? That we’re gonna...”
“Mmmmm,” Sam moans in sudden recognition as he suckles, indenting her ass with his fingertips.
And then there are hops-flavored kisses, messy and liquid as her cunt around his fingers, so he doesn’t have to consent with words. His lizard brain says now, says yes, says I’ll believe it if you do too and Sam flips her over and tugs at the elastic around Jess’s waist. Pulls his cock out of his fly and taps it against the bare skin of her ass.
“Sam, please,” she begs. “Give me...”
“Yeah, okay,” he grunts, hardly recognizing his own voice. “If you really want...”
“Of course! It was my idea.” She laughs, breaking "character.” Jess’s giggles stop short though when he pushes inside, and she folds over like a gymnast, pressing her forehead into the pillow.
“Fuck. Sam. Fill me up.” Almost an order, but her tone rises up high at the end.
Sam fucks her slowly at first, but thorough, deep, one hand over her lower back and the other spreading her so he can see, his fingers glancing off the base of his cock with each thrust. Jess’s hair is spread out upside down, leaving her neck exposed. He threads a handful of stray blonde strands through his knuckles and pulls-just enough.
“Do you want this?”
Her Yes! Yes! Yes! is so loud Sam loses rhythm, going up tempo and grinding his teeth.
“Do you want me?
He jerks into her, rough, whispering his fingers over her sides and kissing the wing-tip of her shoulder as he collapses.
[Considering how relatively graphic and fetishizing of come that scene was, the actual orgasm itself was rather understated. Huh.]
And...that's enough. One thing I can say for all of these, random that they are, is that a great many of the orgasms in my smut do not happen during "intercourse." Also, which is less represented here, but I often write really smutty things but don't focus on the orgasms as much as the build-up, sometimes skipping over it altogether. And yet, conversely, I have a suspicion that much of the difference between R ratings and NC17 ratings in my fic might have to do with how graphic they are about people actually getting off. I also suspect that the "implied reader" of my fic has experienced an orgasm--I mean, I don't do that "explanatory" stuff about muscle contractions or "waves of pleasure" or whatnot generally. Hmmmmm. And ALSO, I don't think I have ever written about someone's first (ever) orgasm. That would be...different.
I dunno!
The Last One I Wrote
From One Line (Harry/Ginny):
It’s over quickly, but she doesn’t seem to mind, kissing him wetly as he grows soft inside her. “I want to see,” he pleads uselessly after he pulls out, when he senses her doing something else down there, her breath catching as she finishes herself off. She’s very capable, he thinks, listening to the sounds she elicits from herself, imagining her little fingers sliding over her pink flesh, over his spunk. His prick stiffens again.
The First One
From a Roswell fic I will not be linking you to (Isabel/OFC):
Right now, all that she could think about was the way she felt when she was with Sarah. The way her body responded, flooding with heat at the slightest touch. How she felt out of breath sometimes just looking into Sarah’s gorgeous green eyes. The way their limbs fell together into a tangle of girl parts, moving with such urgency, hands groping desperately, lips and tongues discovering hidden treasures. God, nothing had ever felt so right as it did to give pleasure to this golden creature lying across the bed. There really was no better sight than watching Sarah come, her soft sighs and moans like music to Isabel’s ears.
Boy: Solo
From Straight Line (Sam Winchester/(OFC):
Sam jerks off after he’s had a shower, not before, fully naked, covers splayed, warming himself up by slowly circling his thumb around the head of his cock before shifting to hard strokes, warm friction from his outstretched palm. It’s a pattern with room for deviation in the middle section, but always beginning slow, ending rough.
He finds himself focusing on the juxtaposition of her soft, breezy smiles during conversation with the pained, blown-open expression on her face when he started fucking her in earnest. She said, I’m not fragile, when she wanted more. She cried out, So good, so good. Want it hard. Want it. And he remembers how big that made him feel.
[Well, that was more IMPLIED, I guess, but I'm counting it.]
Girl: Solo
From Good Girls Do (Rory Gilmore/(Dean Forester):
Dean stays away from her for awhile after that. Rory's got writer’s block something fierce and she thinks about him every day in the shower when she’s getting herself off with slippery fingers, eyes shut tight. It’s a hold over from when she was young-masturbating with eyes closed-because when she was eleven and first figured out that she could make herself feel good that way, she and Lorelei had been watching a lot of scary movies and so Rory was convinced that there were ghosts watching her every time she touched herself.
[Also rather implied.]
Solo But Not, from Adjustments (Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore):
“Tell me,” Sam says firmly, surprised at his own sudden directness bubbling up.
“Um, well, you were spanking me too, and Oh god, Sam!” She tilts her head back and Sam watches as Jess circles the vibrating tip of the dildo around her clit.
Dazedly, he finds himself asking, “You-you want me to hurt you?”
“No-I just-maybe a little bit. You’re just-when you-” and then she’s kissing his fingers again, slathering them in wet. When she comes, Jess bites down on his knuckles lightly, and Sam gets it-understands what she means about how a little sting can make you melt down on the inside.
Sam just stares at her as she comes down from that, nestling herself into the pillows and curling up at his still-fully-clothed side. They lie there like that, entwined, and Sam feels each beat of the clock ticking in his confused, over-amped cock. And then Jess is twisting her fingers at his fly, pulling down Sam’s zipper and saying, “It’s your turn now. It’s only fair. I showed you mine…”
More Embarrassing Older Fic, Also Female Solo (Buffy/Spike):
She shimmied down to the front of the tub to the place where the water cascaded from the faucet and positioned herself beneath the heavy stream. Telling herself that this was just to get the soap out.
But when the delicious pressure hit her clit she couldn’t pretend anymore.
Spike. Spike. Spike. Spike.
When she closed her eyes, it was his tongue that lapped at her exhausted pussy, and his phantom cock that her inner walls contracted around, his crooked grin looking down on her as she arched her back and shuddered, biting her lip too hard as she came and came and came.
[I think maybe I should write more wankfic that ISN'T shippy, AT ALL. In fact, I think that's something of a rarity.]
Holy Crap Multiples
From Goal-Oriented (Faith Lehane/Shane from the L Word):
Faith gets off quickly the first time, but Shane doesn’t stop, just slows down, limning Faith’s cunt in her own juices with the aid of those long-ass fingers Faith noticed at the bar-the ones that reach all the way up, Faith is now aware. Shane licks Faith’s neck, slow and hot, and bites a nipple lightly on her way down. Pretty soon her angular chin is bumping where ass meets pussy and her tongue is lapping Faith to freak-out orgasms numbers two, three and-holy shit, was that four?
Oral all around!
From In the Cockpit (Mal/River):
Anyone could come in right now-see him churning into her lips, hands woven into soft, dark strands of girl hair, probably getting grease where it oughtn’t be, and coming coming coming with his mouth falling open wide. A silent wave of tenderness washing over him.
Yeah, that would be bad.
[Apparently I (used to) think that repeating the word "coming" multiple times was an implication of duration or intensity. :P]
An outtake from Full Cycle (Sam Winchester/Madison):
“God, you taste good,” Sam says, lifting his head from between her thighs. His mouth is glistening wet with her, sweet-pink and expressive as he licks his lips. He looks down at her cunt again with eyes full of wonder and Madison can’t hold back the tears anymore.
She feels unhinged, like her emotions and her gutteral, bodily responses have fused. Like her pussy is her heart is her brain melted.
[That's right, Sammy - eat them out until THEY CRY. :P]
From Tell Me A Secret (Sam Winchester/OMC):
It was always like that with Josh. Friendly friend normal, then hot and sex and instinct and now. Neither of them had any idea what they were doing really. It was funny-they both seemed over-large and fumbly, all hormones and confusion and friction-rubbing against each other. At least they both had the home court advantage as far as parts were concerned.
But as Sam watched Josh suck his dick this time, deliberate and slow, deep, it just seemed-it was. What he wanted.
Sam called out when he came, arching his back. He touched a fingertip to Josh’s hollowed cheek, looking down as Josh swallowed him down, eyelashes touching his cheeks in utter concentration.
Premature Ejaculation
From Come Inside Now and I'll Shake You (Sam Winchester/OFC):
"Can I?" Sam found himself pleading, his thumbs hooked into her panty strings, his almost-man voice breaking. He hoped Dean didn't hear that.
"You don't have to ask," Jessie groaned, face satisfyingly pink as she wiggled out of her underwear and shifted up the bed, skirt completely inverted. Sam nodded, hungry and scared. He touched her there again, just the tip of one finger and a pained look crossed his face. He humped the duvet on instinct, one, two, three jerky times and he was gone.
"Oh god," they both said.
"I'm sorry--"
"Shit. You. That was just--you want me that much?"
Sam looked down at the wet spot on his jeans, rushing out, "I can...again. It won't take long, really. That is, if you still want..."
Dryhumping!
From Surprise!: An Adolescent Interlude (Sam Winchester/OFC):
You rub yourself on him instead. There’s a frantic, circular rythmn to your hips that feels grown-up even though you know that what you’re doing is ridiculous. Sam’s mouth is warm and wet on your skin, the mysterious hard outline in his pants hitting the right place often enough that you want to scream. You clap a hand to your mouth and bite down as pleasure flows in floods and rivers through your body until you slump down, shaking as you reach your hands down to pluck at the curls at the nape of his neck, damp with sweat.
“Wow,” you whisper.
Wet 'n Graphic
From Little Earthquakes (Jared Padalecki/Lauren Graham):
In the end, he just called her “girl.” As in, You like that, don’t you, girl? You like my cock. Good girl, uh, you’re a good girl.
It should have been funny, incongruous as it was given their age differential, but instead it just made Lauren crazy, made her come from penetration alone, which she never does. Come again even harder when Jared pushed the lace demi-cups of her bra down so he could suckle her tits like a hungry animal, his middle and forefingers jammed up, hitting just the right spot inside.
“Damn, boy,” she says when they’re finished, when he’s pulled out and shot off onto her lower back.
From Choices, or Five Ways Hermione Granger Could Have Lost Her Virginity (this bit Ron/Hermione):
Ron’s letting out a low whine now in the back of his throat. He pushes up the T-shirt to reveal her breasts and starts to suckle fiercely. Almost immediately Hermione becomes so slippery-wet she feels juicy, overflowing with easy love for him. She runs her fingers through his hair, tickling the back of his neck.
She feels languid, in no rush to move or do anything but feel this, and is unsurprised when Ron starts handling his own cock, still kissing and sucking at her nipples. He knows she likes to see how much she affects him, just by being her.
When he comes it is warm and sticky on her stomach. Ron looks a little apologetic, but she just smiles and says, “It’s okay, but I’m not done yet.” So he returns his attentions to her breasts, and eventually, with the addition of just a few light brushes of his fingertips on her clit-she hardly needs any more stimulation-Hermione comes too, muffling her own sex noises with the palm of her hand.
From Sam's Watched Porn Before (Sam Winchester/OFC):
And then he is staring down at you, jaw hanging out slightly and staring, eyes a little wild. Replacing his index finger with his thumb. Long, strong fingers inside you and you are helpless, looking up at him and blinking, nibbling on the skin of his palm as you flood. Pleasure through your body and wet all over his hand. He’s watching you come and you haven’t even kissed yet.
You’re embarrassed. But Sam, he looks shy now too. Holds his hand out in air that is once again cold, soaked and dripping. He wrinkles his brow like he doesn’t know what to do with it. So you link sticky fingers with him and say, Can I? I want to...
Your fingers trip on his zipper, sorting through boxer shorts and prickly boy hair to find his cock, which is just...you didn’t expect that. He’s big so you should have, but you think he could be a porn star. And you must have said that out loud because he’s trying not to laugh and looking down, watching your hand on him as you skitter over the head and grip his shaft awkwardly.
Sam, I don’t...and you, you were so...
He covers your hand in his again and guides you. Breathing huh huh huh and that is a hotter sound than all the elaborate grunts of the men in the movie. He comes in impulsive spurts, warm to the touch, and maybe that should be gross, but you feel powerful, triumphant and beautiful in that moment.
First Time
From Every Rose Has Its Thorn (Dean Winchester/OFC):
Dean’s got his left hand halfway in her cotton underwear when he goes, “Is this okay with you?”
“You think I never done this before?” she asks-not pissy exactly, more like her feelings are hurt.
“I dunno,” Dean mumbles. “I mean, I haven’t.”
“Fuckin’ A,” she says, eyes wide, and sucks his cock until his eyes roll back in his head. Smart girl-Dean would have shot his load in two seconds once they got down to business if not for that.
She has little tits-nothing like the girls on the calendar-hardly even needs to wear a bra. When Dean sucks on her nipples, she makes this high, whining sound in her throat; she guides his thumb to her clit. Tells him what she wants.
“You’re totally hot, you know,” she says after that first time, puffing on a Lucky Strike and ogling him-inspecting where she’s just been. Dean flushes red and tackles her until they’re tangled up naked.
They just lie like that for awhile, quiet. It’s nice.
[Huh, so in that one, I basically just skipped over the cum shot. Sort of.]
From (haha!) Like a Virgin (Jared/Jensen):
But that’s just like Jensen-the secret Jensen-he’s got to take charge, even about having a dick in his ass.
Not that Jared’s complaining. He lets Jensen ride him, watching Jensen’s bicep flex as he holds himself up on one arm, cursing and invoking the divine as he jerks himself roughly, shooting off with a grimace that on anyone else would be grotesque but on Jensen is just really fucking hot.
And then Jared’s coming desperately too, knowing that Jensen’s watching him go.
“Jesus,” Jared says as they’re lying there afterwards, spent and sticky. “I feel like I just lost my cherry all over again.”
“No dude, I think that was me,” Jensen says and laughs.
“Whatever, fuck you.”
“No way. It’s my turn next.”
Oh Dear God, Knock-Up Fic
From Glimpses (Faith Lehane/Dean Winchester):
When Dean enters her, cock naked and slick from her juices already-they’re like teenagers in this once-again newness, rubbing and teasing for long minutes before they actually fuck-he opens his eyes extra wide. He hisses on a long exhale, arms shaking as they hold his weight in a flexing push-up above her. Faith laughs, because he looks kind of ridiculous, and also amazingly, like porn-star hot. Dean chuckles a little too, then says sheepishly, “It’s just...been awhile since I've done it like this.” Then he kisses her with slow, agonizingly intimate flashes of tongue. “You know what I mean,” he vibrates into her mouth, “without anything. Not since...”
“Yeah,” she says, hypnotized by his concentration on her, on this, on them. “You must have, like, super-sperm or something, ‘cause you still managed to knock me up.”
For a second or two she clenches with fear that she’s said the wrong thing-broken this perfect lusty moment with the sadness from before-but then Dean just grins lopsidedly and says, “Yeah, you know me, I’m all man.”
And then they’re laughing and pulsing into one other and when Faith comes Dean’s chin is hooked into the curve of her neck; she can smell the shampoo on his hair, and everything’s so good.
From Is This Desire? (Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore):
“You know,” she rumbles, pulling up her tank top and feeding him her breasts, one tit at a time. “Can we just play? That we’re gonna...”
“Mmmmm,” Sam moans in sudden recognition as he suckles, indenting her ass with his fingertips.
And then there are hops-flavored kisses, messy and liquid as her cunt around his fingers, so he doesn’t have to consent with words. His lizard brain says now, says yes, says I’ll believe it if you do too and Sam flips her over and tugs at the elastic around Jess’s waist. Pulls his cock out of his fly and taps it against the bare skin of her ass.
“Sam, please,” she begs. “Give me...”
“Yeah, okay,” he grunts, hardly recognizing his own voice. “If you really want...”
“Of course! It was my idea.” She laughs, breaking "character.” Jess’s giggles stop short though when he pushes inside, and she folds over like a gymnast, pressing her forehead into the pillow.
“Fuck. Sam. Fill me up.” Almost an order, but her tone rises up high at the end.
Sam fucks her slowly at first, but thorough, deep, one hand over her lower back and the other spreading her so he can see, his fingers glancing off the base of his cock with each thrust. Jess’s hair is spread out upside down, leaving her neck exposed. He threads a handful of stray blonde strands through his knuckles and pulls-just enough.
“Do you want this?”
Her Yes! Yes! Yes! is so loud Sam loses rhythm, going up tempo and grinding his teeth.
“Do you want me?
He jerks into her, rough, whispering his fingers over her sides and kissing the wing-tip of her shoulder as he collapses.
[Considering how relatively graphic and fetishizing of come that scene was, the actual orgasm itself was rather understated. Huh.]
And...that's enough. One thing I can say for all of these, random that they are, is that a great many of the orgasms in my smut do not happen during "intercourse." Also, which is less represented here, but I often write really smutty things but don't focus on the orgasms as much as the build-up, sometimes skipping over it altogether. And yet, conversely, I have a suspicion that much of the difference between R ratings and NC17 ratings in my fic might have to do with how graphic they are about people actually getting off. I also suspect that the "implied reader" of my fic has experienced an orgasm--I mean, I don't do that "explanatory" stuff about muscle contractions or "waves of pleasure" or whatnot generally. Hmmmmm. And ALSO, I don't think I have ever written about someone's first (ever) orgasm. That would be...different.