SPN fic: "Buckle Up Tight"
*flails hands* Look! I made porn!
(dear god, how have all of you RL people of mine not disowned me yet? *shames a tiny bit*)
poisontaster can be fully and cheerfully blamed for this. She hounded me for days, people. Ever since she posted her Sam/Jess fic and we said, "Dude, now Jess needs to get hers."
Every day, I blearily signed on to IM and she attacked me with shit like, "WHERE'S MY PORN, BITCH?!" and "H0r, I know you didn't forget you're supposed to be writing me some Sam/Jess oral." Finally, I caved and banged this out (*snickers and is twelve*) last night.
*giggly sigh* Oh god, I love us. I love FANDOM. Where else do you have two straight women having that conversation in earnest? No where, that's where. \o/
Title: Buckle Up Tight
Author: mona1347
Rating: Very much adult.
Word Count: 2,036
Warnings/Spoilers: None beyond, "Once there was a boy called Sam and he had a girlfriend called Jess." This is the purest of pure PWP het porn.
A/N: Like I said, utterly poisontaster's fault (she also provided a kick-ass beta to a very rough and dirty almost-draft). Yes, the title is shamelessly ganked from my obsession with the Kane song, "The House Rules," and definitely has something to do with the thoughts I have while looking at this icon. *coughs and turns away*
This is a sequel to The Way I'm Loving You by poisontaster!!! So while you don't HAVE to have read that first (because...hello, shameless, plotless porn), it will definitely be worth your while to do so. This picks up right where that left off.
Summary: "What about you?" Sam whispers against her mouth, breathless.
~~~
"Jess. Oh God, Jess."
Sam slumps over her, wrung-out, his head buzzing with post-orgasm white noise while Jess giggles and squirms against him, almost in his lap and still fully clothed.
God, this girl… Jess. He never wants her to leave his apartment again.
He lunges upward, meeting Jess' mouth hard with his, still panting a little as she thrusts her tongue, sharp and quick, between his lips then pulls back. "That was so hot, Sam. Damn."
"What about you?" Sam whispers against her mouth, breathless.
"Me?" She smirks. "Mmm yes, please," and moves to kiss him again.
He laughs and holds her off, both hands coming up to cup her face. "No I meant, what about you? Don't I get to find out what you like?"
She blushes, blushes, even after what she just did to him and that just makes it even hotter so he raises one eyebrow at her, wicked and teasing. She meets his eyes though, and lifts her chin like all right, then and takes his hand in hers. Stands and pulls him up with her on shaky legs and says softly, "Let's go."
He lets her get two steps past him toward the bedroom before tugging her body in, flush against his. Sam step-shuffles them, crowds her back against the kitchen table until her ass hits the edge of it and he bows her back over it. He runs his hand up Jess' thighs (god, her skin is still sticky with his come and how amazingly hot is that), lifting up her gauzy skirt in handfuls of fabric as he goes and slips his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
"Here," Sam growls into her ear and draws her underwear down off her long legs.
Jess lets out a shuddery sigh before unbuttoning her cropped shirt, her knuckles brushing against his chest, revealing a plain white cotton bra. "Okay." She laughs again suddenly, bright and tinkling, as she pulls the wet fabric of her shirt away from her stomach.
It's Sam turn to blush. He ducks his head against her hair and murmurs, "Sorry."
"It's okay. I liked it, Sam. I did it, remember?"
"Oh, I remember…"
Sam pushes in close again until Jess has to spread her legs to give him room. He cups her breasts and teases one nipple through the fabric. He likes the skirt and leaves it bunched up around her hips, leaves the bra on too. He likes Jess half-dressed almost better than he likes her completely naked.
He reaches both hands under her thighs and lifts her up against him. Her ass only barely leans against the table and her arms cling around his neck, as Sam wraps one arm around her and sweeps his books and papers off onto the floor. She rubs herself up against him, one leg curled around his, wriggling and breathless, and saying "Sam, Sam, Sam..."
She wants him. God, Jess wants him so bad, right here in the kitchen, and that's the biggest turn-on of them all.
Sam plunks her down and back onto the table and she makes this sexy little half-squeak half-grunt noise that Sam wants to capture in a glass bottle so he can have it all the time -- open and listen to it like the ocean in a conch shell - every day for the rest of his life.
She's still got both arms around his shoulders and is wetting his neck with little kitten licks of her tongue. Sam's getting hard again so he reaches up and grabs one of her wrists in each hand, moves them away and out until her arms stretch from her body. She mewls and pushes against him again with her hips. He kisses her, twining his fingers in with hers out at the furthest extent of her reach though not his. Sam kisses her, deep and wet, then pushes her back, holds her hands and follows her down until he's crushing their palms together against the table and her arms are pinned above her head. The table creaks under their weight.
"Stay like this," Sam says softly. Jess' pupils are huge and she's panting, flexing her hands against his but not trying to get away. Oh, so the 'being held down' is like a Thing with her, he'll remember that, yes - so he repeats, "Stay just like this."
It takes some serious willpower to lift himself off of her but it's so going to be worth it. He keeps a hand on one trembling thigh, and gropes blindly for a chair. He finds one, slides it in under him and sinks down into it, keeping his eyes on her face; her flushed, open-mouthed face. He has to squeeze his cock once, hard, to keep from taking her right there.
"Oh God, Sam. Now I feel like I'm at the gynecologist." Jess giggles kind of manically but still doesn't move her arms from up above her head. She wiggles her hips a little, though, silly and happy.
Sam laughs too when he considers their positions but smiles wickedly. "I hope your gynecologist doesn't do this," he replies and spreads her thighs with both hands, hooks one of her legs over his shoulder and places her other foot flat down on his knee.
He nuzzles his face against the inside of her thigh and strokes down her leg with his other hand until it's wrapped around her hip. She hasn't shaved in a few days and the hair is a little stubbly against his lips. He likes that she's comfortable with him now, that they're finding the rhythm of being Them, without all the trappings. Real. Sam and Jess.
"Saaaam," Jess moan-laughs, "stop teasing. You were so hot before and I…"
"You what?" Sam rubs his grin into her soft skin.
"I wanted to fuck you, that's what!" She kicks his side lightly and he grabs her ankle and holds her there.
"Nuh-uh, now hold on. It's my turn now. Tell me what you want, baby. How you want it."
Jess lets out a shuddery sigh and says, "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me, Sam."
"Mmmm." Sam nips his way down her inner thigh until his lips brush scratchy hair and he licks in the crease between her thigh and her lips. "More?" It's a puff of breath against the impossibly silky skin against his mouth. She smells amazing, like nothing else ever. Heady and warm like sunlight, spicy and sweet.
"Yes…God. I love when you do that."
He brings both hands up to spread her legs wider, to see her. Wet. She's so wet. He didn't think it was possible for someone to be so wet and he hasn't really even touched her yet.
"Sam! God, you are an enormous tease! Your tongue… Come on please, do it. Your mouth…."
He presses his thumbs up, between her thighs. He can spread her out, spread his hands out and wrap them around her thighs and ass and…oh perfect. She's quivering. This close he can see how she quivers for him. "Like this, Jess? If I spread you open, will it make it better?"
He thinks there was a yes somewhere in that whimper so he licks up over her with the flat of his tongue, bottom to top, gathering her wetness to roll sweet and slippery in his mouth. Does it again when her whole body arches up and back and her hands slide flat down her sides along the table, clamping onto the edge with a white-knuckled death grip. He knows this isn't enough to bring her off, not yet, but she squirms so pretty and whispers, "Harder, more, faster, Sam," so he tightens his tongue and starts to rub the front end up over her clit, like worrying at a sore spot in his own mouth.
"Yes. A little bit hard…Yes, like that, oh Sam. Just…just like that. I'm so…Don't stop, no. No, don't go any faster, just like…don't…just keep…oh."
He keeps his pace of his strokes steady as her words slur into incoherent moans. Suddenly, Sam feels her pulse against him and she cries out, tangling her hands in his hair. Oh wow. She must have been so close because it's never happened this fast before. There's a surge of new wetness against his chin and he feels her muscles flutter against his mouth as she comes, chanting his name. Sam brings her clit between his lips with a hard licking suck, working at her, prolonging her orgasm until she whimpers and tries to twist away.
"Sam… Oh Jesus. That was so…" She's shaky but tries to sit up after a moment so he presses her flat once more.
"No. Again," he says, gritty and rough and it sounds so much like an order he doesn't recognize his own voice. "Girls can go again, right?"
Jess's head thunks down on the table and her voice is low and ragged. "Sam…"
"You want me to make you come again?"
"Oh God, yes…"
"How? Tell me how."
"T…Touch me. With your fingers. Your hands. You have such fucking sexy hands, Sam."
He circles the tip of one finger down around the outside of her cunt, tracing into the crease of her thigh again - soft, so impossibly soft -- stroking around and then in between her folds, touching her everywhere but her clit, going everywhere but inside her. He watches her move against him and has to taste her again, one flick of his tongue up over her clit, down and around her hole, swirling all around in a circle and then dipping in with a small moan in counterpoint to Jessica's own.
"Sam, Sam. Please…" Her hips are moving now, working desperately against his mouth and his groan buzzing against her from between his lips makes her whine and writhe.
He gasps and draws away from her, licking his lips and saying, "You are so hot like this, Jess. Spread out over my kitchen table. So fucking hot… Tell me. Tell me what you want."
Jess is moaning and rocking her head slowly from side to side. Her mouth is open and her eyes are closed and she's so fucking beautiful and his it makes his heart clench tight and hot inside his chest. "Sam…Oh please, Sam. In me. Your fingers. I can't. Please…"
He grabs hold of her hip again with one hand and slides two fingers inside her immediately, hard and sudden. She whimpers high in her throat and her hips try to thrust upward. "Yeah…yes. Harder…"
"Like this?"
"God…yessss. Sam. Up. Curl them…ah…-"
"…like this," he whispers against the skin of her thigh again and she shivers, one hand in his hair and the other flung out across the tabletop.
"Yeah." It's a bare breath of sound. "Touch…touch my clit while you. Ohgodyesjustlikethat…"
He spreads one hand flat out over her pelvis, holding her bucking hips down, uses that thumb to rub down between her curls, nudging over and around and against her clit while he fucks the two long fingers of his other hand into her, curling upward to stroke hard over that spot that makes her twist and growl. His thumb finds a rhythm, rubbing up and down over the side of her clit and he knows he's hit it just right when Jess growls out roughly, "Yes! Like tha - …don't stop. Sam…"
Jess's orgasm is longer, harder this time and she twists and cries out brokenly, inner muscles clamping around his fingers over and over. So beautiful. She's so beautiful when she comes.
Sam brings her through it, still moving both hands, slower and slower until she's taking regular breaths again. Then he slides out and away and stands, wraps an arm under her waist and one up high around her shoulders, pulling her up in a boneless arc against him. She wraps arms and legs around him and whimpers into his chest, "That was fucking amazing, Sam. Jesus."
Then she feels him hard and aching against her and makes a broken, longing noise, rolls her hips against his until Sam gulps and mutters, "Bedroom. Condoms. Now. Need to fuck you."
"Yes," she gasps breathlessly, "Yes, now please."
(dear god, how have all of you RL people of mine not disowned me yet? *shames a tiny bit*)
poisontaster can be fully and cheerfully blamed for this. She hounded me for days, people. Ever since she posted her Sam/Jess fic and we said, "Dude, now Jess needs to get hers."
Every day, I blearily signed on to IM and she attacked me with shit like, "WHERE'S MY PORN, BITCH?!" and "H0r, I know you didn't forget you're supposed to be writing me some Sam/Jess oral." Finally, I caved and banged this out (*snickers and is twelve*) last night.
*giggly sigh* Oh god, I love us. I love FANDOM. Where else do you have two straight women having that conversation in earnest? No where, that's where. \o/
Title: Buckle Up Tight
Author: mona1347
Rating: Very much adult.
Word Count: 2,036
Warnings/Spoilers: None beyond, "Once there was a boy called Sam and he had a girlfriend called Jess." This is the purest of pure PWP het porn.
A/N: Like I said, utterly poisontaster's fault (she also provided a kick-ass beta to a very rough and dirty almost-draft). Yes, the title is shamelessly ganked from my obsession with the Kane song, "The House Rules," and definitely has something to do with the thoughts I have while looking at this icon. *coughs and turns away*
This is a sequel to The Way I'm Loving You by poisontaster!!! So while you don't HAVE to have read that first (because...hello, shameless, plotless porn), it will definitely be worth your while to do so. This picks up right where that left off.
Summary: "What about you?" Sam whispers against her mouth, breathless.
~~~
"Jess. Oh God, Jess."
Sam slumps over her, wrung-out, his head buzzing with post-orgasm white noise while Jess giggles and squirms against him, almost in his lap and still fully clothed.
God, this girl… Jess. He never wants her to leave his apartment again.
He lunges upward, meeting Jess' mouth hard with his, still panting a little as she thrusts her tongue, sharp and quick, between his lips then pulls back. "That was so hot, Sam. Damn."
"What about you?" Sam whispers against her mouth, breathless.
"Me?" She smirks. "Mmm yes, please," and moves to kiss him again.
He laughs and holds her off, both hands coming up to cup her face. "No I meant, what about you? Don't I get to find out what you like?"
She blushes, blushes, even after what she just did to him and that just makes it even hotter so he raises one eyebrow at her, wicked and teasing. She meets his eyes though, and lifts her chin like all right, then and takes his hand in hers. Stands and pulls him up with her on shaky legs and says softly, "Let's go."
He lets her get two steps past him toward the bedroom before tugging her body in, flush against his. Sam step-shuffles them, crowds her back against the kitchen table until her ass hits the edge of it and he bows her back over it. He runs his hand up Jess' thighs (god, her skin is still sticky with his come and how amazingly hot is that), lifting up her gauzy skirt in handfuls of fabric as he goes and slips his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
"Here," Sam growls into her ear and draws her underwear down off her long legs.
Jess lets out a shuddery sigh before unbuttoning her cropped shirt, her knuckles brushing against his chest, revealing a plain white cotton bra. "Okay." She laughs again suddenly, bright and tinkling, as she pulls the wet fabric of her shirt away from her stomach.
It's Sam turn to blush. He ducks his head against her hair and murmurs, "Sorry."
"It's okay. I liked it, Sam. I did it, remember?"
"Oh, I remember…"
Sam pushes in close again until Jess has to spread her legs to give him room. He cups her breasts and teases one nipple through the fabric. He likes the skirt and leaves it bunched up around her hips, leaves the bra on too. He likes Jess half-dressed almost better than he likes her completely naked.
He reaches both hands under her thighs and lifts her up against him. Her ass only barely leans against the table and her arms cling around his neck, as Sam wraps one arm around her and sweeps his books and papers off onto the floor. She rubs herself up against him, one leg curled around his, wriggling and breathless, and saying "Sam, Sam, Sam..."
She wants him. God, Jess wants him so bad, right here in the kitchen, and that's the biggest turn-on of them all.
Sam plunks her down and back onto the table and she makes this sexy little half-squeak half-grunt noise that Sam wants to capture in a glass bottle so he can have it all the time -- open and listen to it like the ocean in a conch shell - every day for the rest of his life.
She's still got both arms around his shoulders and is wetting his neck with little kitten licks of her tongue. Sam's getting hard again so he reaches up and grabs one of her wrists in each hand, moves them away and out until her arms stretch from her body. She mewls and pushes against him again with her hips. He kisses her, twining his fingers in with hers out at the furthest extent of her reach though not his. Sam kisses her, deep and wet, then pushes her back, holds her hands and follows her down until he's crushing their palms together against the table and her arms are pinned above her head. The table creaks under their weight.
"Stay like this," Sam says softly. Jess' pupils are huge and she's panting, flexing her hands against his but not trying to get away. Oh, so the 'being held down' is like a Thing with her, he'll remember that, yes - so he repeats, "Stay just like this."
It takes some serious willpower to lift himself off of her but it's so going to be worth it. He keeps a hand on one trembling thigh, and gropes blindly for a chair. He finds one, slides it in under him and sinks down into it, keeping his eyes on her face; her flushed, open-mouthed face. He has to squeeze his cock once, hard, to keep from taking her right there.
"Oh God, Sam. Now I feel like I'm at the gynecologist." Jess giggles kind of manically but still doesn't move her arms from up above her head. She wiggles her hips a little, though, silly and happy.
Sam laughs too when he considers their positions but smiles wickedly. "I hope your gynecologist doesn't do this," he replies and spreads her thighs with both hands, hooks one of her legs over his shoulder and places her other foot flat down on his knee.
He nuzzles his face against the inside of her thigh and strokes down her leg with his other hand until it's wrapped around her hip. She hasn't shaved in a few days and the hair is a little stubbly against his lips. He likes that she's comfortable with him now, that they're finding the rhythm of being Them, without all the trappings. Real. Sam and Jess.
"Saaaam," Jess moan-laughs, "stop teasing. You were so hot before and I…"
"You what?" Sam rubs his grin into her soft skin.
"I wanted to fuck you, that's what!" She kicks his side lightly and he grabs her ankle and holds her there.
"Nuh-uh, now hold on. It's my turn now. Tell me what you want, baby. How you want it."
Jess lets out a shuddery sigh and says, "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me, Sam."
"Mmmm." Sam nips his way down her inner thigh until his lips brush scratchy hair and he licks in the crease between her thigh and her lips. "More?" It's a puff of breath against the impossibly silky skin against his mouth. She smells amazing, like nothing else ever. Heady and warm like sunlight, spicy and sweet.
"Yes…God. I love when you do that."
He brings both hands up to spread her legs wider, to see her. Wet. She's so wet. He didn't think it was possible for someone to be so wet and he hasn't really even touched her yet.
"Sam! God, you are an enormous tease! Your tongue… Come on please, do it. Your mouth…."
He presses his thumbs up, between her thighs. He can spread her out, spread his hands out and wrap them around her thighs and ass and…oh perfect. She's quivering. This close he can see how she quivers for him. "Like this, Jess? If I spread you open, will it make it better?"
He thinks there was a yes somewhere in that whimper so he licks up over her with the flat of his tongue, bottom to top, gathering her wetness to roll sweet and slippery in his mouth. Does it again when her whole body arches up and back and her hands slide flat down her sides along the table, clamping onto the edge with a white-knuckled death grip. He knows this isn't enough to bring her off, not yet, but she squirms so pretty and whispers, "Harder, more, faster, Sam," so he tightens his tongue and starts to rub the front end up over her clit, like worrying at a sore spot in his own mouth.
"Yes. A little bit hard…Yes, like that, oh Sam. Just…just like that. I'm so…Don't stop, no. No, don't go any faster, just like…don't…just keep…oh."
He keeps his pace of his strokes steady as her words slur into incoherent moans. Suddenly, Sam feels her pulse against him and she cries out, tangling her hands in his hair. Oh wow. She must have been so close because it's never happened this fast before. There's a surge of new wetness against his chin and he feels her muscles flutter against his mouth as she comes, chanting his name. Sam brings her clit between his lips with a hard licking suck, working at her, prolonging her orgasm until she whimpers and tries to twist away.
"Sam… Oh Jesus. That was so…" She's shaky but tries to sit up after a moment so he presses her flat once more.
"No. Again," he says, gritty and rough and it sounds so much like an order he doesn't recognize his own voice. "Girls can go again, right?"
Jess's head thunks down on the table and her voice is low and ragged. "Sam…"
"You want me to make you come again?"
"Oh God, yes…"
"How? Tell me how."
"T…Touch me. With your fingers. Your hands. You have such fucking sexy hands, Sam."
He circles the tip of one finger down around the outside of her cunt, tracing into the crease of her thigh again - soft, so impossibly soft -- stroking around and then in between her folds, touching her everywhere but her clit, going everywhere but inside her. He watches her move against him and has to taste her again, one flick of his tongue up over her clit, down and around her hole, swirling all around in a circle and then dipping in with a small moan in counterpoint to Jessica's own.
"Sam, Sam. Please…" Her hips are moving now, working desperately against his mouth and his groan buzzing against her from between his lips makes her whine and writhe.
He gasps and draws away from her, licking his lips and saying, "You are so hot like this, Jess. Spread out over my kitchen table. So fucking hot… Tell me. Tell me what you want."
Jess is moaning and rocking her head slowly from side to side. Her mouth is open and her eyes are closed and she's so fucking beautiful and his it makes his heart clench tight and hot inside his chest. "Sam…Oh please, Sam. In me. Your fingers. I can't. Please…"
He grabs hold of her hip again with one hand and slides two fingers inside her immediately, hard and sudden. She whimpers high in her throat and her hips try to thrust upward. "Yeah…yes. Harder…"
"Like this?"
"God…yessss. Sam. Up. Curl them…ah…-"
"…like this," he whispers against the skin of her thigh again and she shivers, one hand in his hair and the other flung out across the tabletop.
"Yeah." It's a bare breath of sound. "Touch…touch my clit while you. Ohgodyesjustlikethat…"
He spreads one hand flat out over her pelvis, holding her bucking hips down, uses that thumb to rub down between her curls, nudging over and around and against her clit while he fucks the two long fingers of his other hand into her, curling upward to stroke hard over that spot that makes her twist and growl. His thumb finds a rhythm, rubbing up and down over the side of her clit and he knows he's hit it just right when Jess growls out roughly, "Yes! Like tha - …don't stop. Sam…"
Jess's orgasm is longer, harder this time and she twists and cries out brokenly, inner muscles clamping around his fingers over and over. So beautiful. She's so beautiful when she comes.
Sam brings her through it, still moving both hands, slower and slower until she's taking regular breaths again. Then he slides out and away and stands, wraps an arm under her waist and one up high around her shoulders, pulling her up in a boneless arc against him. She wraps arms and legs around him and whimpers into his chest, "That was fucking amazing, Sam. Jesus."
Then she feels him hard and aching against her and makes a broken, longing noise, rolls her hips against his until Sam gulps and mutters, "Bedroom. Condoms. Now. Need to fuck you."
"Yes," she gasps breathlessly, "Yes, now please."