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loony_moonyTitle: Feel my breath on your neck
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Pairing: Jared/Genevieve, implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pegging
Word Count: 1,075
A/N: Yesterdaywanttobeatree and I were engrossed in our little fantasy that Genevieve is totally the buthcest guy in the Ackles-Padalecki household (don't ask). Then she dared me (and nagged over and over afterwards) to write Genevieve pegging Jared. I succumbed to the pressure and this is the result.
Now let me make it clear - if you even think about coming to this post and trashing around, don't even read this fic. I SO don't have patience for this kind of behaviour, and I WILL ban your ass.
Everyone else - enjoy! :)
Title is from Bjork's "An Echo, A Stain".
Unbeta'ed
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I wish I did because they're all so fucking hot.
Feel my breath on your neck
Jared doesn't even need to say anything. Gen is awesome that way. They've been fucking for about a week, when one night he comes over to her place, she opens a drawer and takes out a dildo and a harness, just like that. She doesn't even go through the embarrassing conversation of yes, he's into that, is she into that too. She just raises an eyebrow and asks is this good? and all he can do is nod silently, not trusting himself to speak.
She quirks another eyebrow at his clothes, and Jared starts stripping quickly. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere, and Gen is smiling as she buckles the harness on and goes in search of her lube. He takes a couple of deep breaths and slows down, taking care to unbutton instead of ripping off his shirt. He sits on her bed, takes off his shoes, socks, jeans. Underwear. She comes over to him, dildo already bobbing obscenely between her legs as she moves, and smoothes a hand down his chest. Lie down on your stomach, spoken softly, caressing.
He pushes back on the bed and turns over, still a little jittery. It's been a while. He can't just get any one night stand to do this. This kind of thing requires time and trust. Knowing.
She straddles his waist first, kissing her way down from the nape of his neck down his spine, weaving patterns with her tongue over his shoulderblades. It's meant to be reassuring, arousing. Her hands join in, making slow trips up and down, sideways, all over his back. He groans into the pillow, sinking into the mattress. He can feel the dildo poking him every once in a while.
Sometime into this, she slowly starts moving down, straddling his legs instead of the small of his back. Her mouth is moving downwards too, mumbling words between small licks. He can feel the warmth of her mouth, her breath hazy over him. He can feel the small points of coldness where the air hits his skin in her wake. The dildo rubs between his thighs, just there. She's good at this. He sinks further into the sheets that smell like her, presses his erection into the bed.
He gets a shock of cold air when she parts his ass cheeks. She lets him feel it, just for a fraction of a moment, then leans down to kiss inbetween. She licks into him gently at first, then not so gently. She pushes her tongue into him in broad, naughty strokes, and her saliva wets him all the way down to his balls. Then she puts a finger along, already slicked and he has no idea how he didn't notice her opening the lube. The finger moves in smoothly, not quite a breach, not quite comfortable either. His resistance is already melting, and then she touches his prostate and he forgets about resistance in the first place. He pushes back, needy, wants her to do that again, and she obliges. And all the while he thinks, this is not how Jensen would do it. He wouldn't be this careful, this confident.
She scissors two fingers inside him, and he arches back into her with a moan. She's moving faster now, less attentive. He can feel sometimes just how wet she is. The fingers withdraw from him completely, and he knows it's because she's slicking up the dildo. She thinks he's ready for this. Jared doesn't know if he'd ever be ready for this, but fuck, he wants it so bad. The dildo's head is pressing into his hole. She makes him take it in slow, so slow. He twists and moans and shakes back into it, making himself comply. He's mumbling Jen into the pillow, and he knows she doesn't think he means her name. She knows, and this is exactly why she's doing this in the first place.
The dildo bottoms out in him, and she slowly takes it out. It's big, not quite as big as he'd like (Jen), but big enough to make him wince a little still. She puts her hands on his shoulders and pushes in back again. Take it, baby. Take it all the way down, and she starts setting a ruthless pace, pushing in and out of him with no thought for his comfort, and fuck, this is what he needs. He needs her to stop thinking about his side. He needs her to stop thinking it's her. She's scratching and pushing and riding him like a pro, twisting her hands in his hair, pulling it back almost cruelly. Her hips snap in a higher angle and the dildo hits his prostate, and his breath is rushing out of him in a yell. She adjusts to hit that spot over and over, moving with mirthless precision.
She's less gentle with her words now, too. It's less about platitudes and relaxing, and more about taking, liking taking, god your ass feels so good, Jared. Wanna fucking ram you in all the time, and you'd like it, wouldn't you. Like it when I'd just turn you to face the wall and fuck you in. Just like a girl. Just like Jensen would. He'd spread him and ride him, biting into his skin, sucking marks into his neck, so everyone would know. He's stuttering Jen, Jen into the pillow and humps the mattress desperately, can't even get his hand to help, she's holding onto him so hard. She pulls his hair back again, and it's agony, and he's arching back into her and comes hard into the bed, hips pumping over and over. She keeps it in him as he does, making him feel it, hard and unyielding. Then he collapses back into the bed, and she pulls out slowly, considerate again.
He turns over to his back and sees her unbuckling the harness, all wet around her thighs. She stretches over him, and kisses him roughly as his fingers make her come even though he knows she already did when she was fucking him. She tenses and leaks all over his fingers, breasts mashed into his chest. Then she rolls off of him and goes into the bathroom. He hears the shower going and knows he's not welcome in there with her. Instead, he dozes on the bed for a while, wondering if Jensen could ever look him in the eye if he knew.
The End
Author:
loony_moonyPairing: Jared/Genevieve, implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pegging
Word Count: 1,075
A/N: Yesterday
wanttobeatree and I were engrossed in our little fantasy that Genevieve is totally the buthcest guy in the Ackles-Padalecki household (don't ask). Then she dared me (and nagged over and over afterwards) to write Genevieve pegging Jared. I succumbed to the pressure and this is the result. Now let me make it clear - if you even think about coming to this post and trashing around, don't even read this fic. I SO don't have patience for this kind of behaviour, and I WILL ban your ass.
Everyone else - enjoy! :)
Title is from Bjork's "An Echo, A Stain".
Unbeta'ed
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I wish I did because they're all so fucking hot.
Feel my breath on your neck
Jared doesn't even need to say anything. Gen is awesome that way. They've been fucking for about a week, when one night he comes over to her place, she opens a drawer and takes out a dildo and a harness, just like that. She doesn't even go through the embarrassing conversation of yes, he's into that, is she into that too. She just raises an eyebrow and asks is this good? and all he can do is nod silently, not trusting himself to speak.
She quirks another eyebrow at his clothes, and Jared starts stripping quickly. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere, and Gen is smiling as she buckles the harness on and goes in search of her lube. He takes a couple of deep breaths and slows down, taking care to unbutton instead of ripping off his shirt. He sits on her bed, takes off his shoes, socks, jeans. Underwear. She comes over to him, dildo already bobbing obscenely between her legs as she moves, and smoothes a hand down his chest. Lie down on your stomach, spoken softly, caressing.
He pushes back on the bed and turns over, still a little jittery. It's been a while. He can't just get any one night stand to do this. This kind of thing requires time and trust. Knowing.
She straddles his waist first, kissing her way down from the nape of his neck down his spine, weaving patterns with her tongue over his shoulderblades. It's meant to be reassuring, arousing. Her hands join in, making slow trips up and down, sideways, all over his back. He groans into the pillow, sinking into the mattress. He can feel the dildo poking him every once in a while.
Sometime into this, she slowly starts moving down, straddling his legs instead of the small of his back. Her mouth is moving downwards too, mumbling words between small licks. He can feel the warmth of her mouth, her breath hazy over him. He can feel the small points of coldness where the air hits his skin in her wake. The dildo rubs between his thighs, just there. She's good at this. He sinks further into the sheets that smell like her, presses his erection into the bed.
He gets a shock of cold air when she parts his ass cheeks. She lets him feel it, just for a fraction of a moment, then leans down to kiss inbetween. She licks into him gently at first, then not so gently. She pushes her tongue into him in broad, naughty strokes, and her saliva wets him all the way down to his balls. Then she puts a finger along, already slicked and he has no idea how he didn't notice her opening the lube. The finger moves in smoothly, not quite a breach, not quite comfortable either. His resistance is already melting, and then she touches his prostate and he forgets about resistance in the first place. He pushes back, needy, wants her to do that again, and she obliges. And all the while he thinks, this is not how Jensen would do it. He wouldn't be this careful, this confident.
She scissors two fingers inside him, and he arches back into her with a moan. She's moving faster now, less attentive. He can feel sometimes just how wet she is. The fingers withdraw from him completely, and he knows it's because she's slicking up the dildo. She thinks he's ready for this. Jared doesn't know if he'd ever be ready for this, but fuck, he wants it so bad. The dildo's head is pressing into his hole. She makes him take it in slow, so slow. He twists and moans and shakes back into it, making himself comply. He's mumbling Jen into the pillow, and he knows she doesn't think he means her name. She knows, and this is exactly why she's doing this in the first place.
The dildo bottoms out in him, and she slowly takes it out. It's big, not quite as big as he'd like (Jen), but big enough to make him wince a little still. She puts her hands on his shoulders and pushes in back again. Take it, baby. Take it all the way down, and she starts setting a ruthless pace, pushing in and out of him with no thought for his comfort, and fuck, this is what he needs. He needs her to stop thinking about his side. He needs her to stop thinking it's her. She's scratching and pushing and riding him like a pro, twisting her hands in his hair, pulling it back almost cruelly. Her hips snap in a higher angle and the dildo hits his prostate, and his breath is rushing out of him in a yell. She adjusts to hit that spot over and over, moving with mirthless precision.
She's less gentle with her words now, too. It's less about platitudes and relaxing, and more about taking, liking taking, god your ass feels so good, Jared. Wanna fucking ram you in all the time, and you'd like it, wouldn't you. Like it when I'd just turn you to face the wall and fuck you in. Just like a girl. Just like Jensen would. He'd spread him and ride him, biting into his skin, sucking marks into his neck, so everyone would know. He's stuttering Jen, Jen into the pillow and humps the mattress desperately, can't even get his hand to help, she's holding onto him so hard. She pulls his hair back again, and it's agony, and he's arching back into her and comes hard into the bed, hips pumping over and over. She keeps it in him as he does, making him feel it, hard and unyielding. Then he collapses back into the bed, and she pulls out slowly, considerate again.
He turns over to his back and sees her unbuckling the harness, all wet around her thighs. She stretches over him, and kisses him roughly as his fingers make her come even though he knows she already did when she was fucking him. She tenses and leaks all over his fingers, breasts mashed into his chest. Then she rolls off of him and goes into the bathroom. He hears the shower going and knows he's not welcome in there with her. Instead, he dozes on the bed for a while, wondering if Jensen could ever look him in the eye if he knew.
The End
