Fic: Certainty (SPN, Sam/Jess, NC-17)
Here there be porn! I'm still working on the prompts from Friday, but in the meantime, have some Sam/Jess first-time fic.
Title: Certainty
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: Porn!
Summary: They’ve been dating for two months and he’s getting familiar with the taste of her skin, the weight of her in his lap, but they haven’t crossed the underwear line, and as Jess steers him up the stairs to her apartment, Sam knows that’s about to change.
Notes: ninja-quick beta by the lovely stephanometra. If it still sucks, that's totally my fault. Technically, I started this to follow Experimentation (Sam/OMC, Sam/Jess, PG), but there's no reason for you to know that. 1600 words.
Jess makes her intentions known as soon as they leave the pizza place, whispering sweet, dirty promises in Sam’s ear, and he’s so damn glad it’s dark so she can’t see him blushing. Contrary to what some people might think, Sam got a certain amount of experience in high school, with girls who kept half their clothes on and started talking about the student council agenda again right afterwards. But Jess is something else entirely. She doesn’t do shy, or coy, or hard to get. They’ve been dating for two months and he’s getting familiar with the taste of her skin, the weight of her in his lap, but they haven’t crossed the underwear line, and as Jess steers him up the stairs to her apartment, Sam knows that’s about to change. Because Jess’s hand in his back pocket, cupping his ass, is absolutely certain.
In her narrow, tapestry-draped bedroom, she strips for him, unbuttons her sensible oxford shirt to reveal pink lace, and wriggles out of her jeans before climbing onto the bed. “Come on,” she tells him, shaking out her hair, and beckoning with one finger. Like she wants him, plain and simple. It’s an unreal feeling, and Sam stands there for a minute in shock. “Sam?”
“Yeah, I… wow, Jess.”
She unfolds her long legs and stands up to kiss him. He wants to put his hands everywhere, touch every warm inch of her skin, and he settles his hands on her hips as she moves her lips to his ear. “Sam, can I ask you a personal question?”
He looks her up and down. It’s a great view. But “personal” is a hard thing for him to contemplate. After dissembling about what his dad does for a living, why he moved around so much growing up, where the scar on the back of his hand came from, there’s plenty he knows he can’t answer. “Um, maybe.”
“Are you a virgin?” she asks kindly.
“W-what?” he stutters. “No!”
Jess fingers the hem of his shirt, and Sam is almost distracted from the humiliation of her thinking he’s never done this before. But not quite. “It’s okay if you are.”
“I’m not. Really. It’s just, you’re so much more… everything than any girl I’ve been with.” He takes a breath. “You’re perfect.”
She looks skeptical, but at that moment, he means it as much as he’s ever meant anything in his life. “You are a mystery wrapped in an enigma, Sam Winchester,” she says, and then she’s pulling his shirt over his head, running her hands up his sides. It tickles, and he fights back a laugh. Jess’s eyes light up. “A-ha,” she murmurs, and her fingers go over the same ground again, light touches that have him doubling over and trying to back away. “I’ve found your weakness,” she tells him gleefully, and hangs on tight.
They end up sprawled across her bed, the quilt bunching under Sam’s back as he struggles, laughing breathlessly. One of his hands is clasped around one of Jess’s, keeping her fingers still, and the other is curled at her waist when she stops moving. For a second Sam thinks he’s done something wrong, but then Jess leans down and kisses him, pressing herself against his chest, and every thought goes out of Sam’s head besides how good it feels, how much he wants to keep doing this. She’s still laughing, into his mouth, and Sam slides his hands up the smooth length of her back, cupping her shoulderblades in his palms.
Jess’s fingers fumble down against his belt. “Is this okay?” she says, and he thinks he’s supposed to be the one to ask that. But she turns his world upside down without even trying, so Sam just nods. She’s already mostly naked, lying on top of him, legs spread over his thighs, and with his jeans pulled down, he can feel the heat of her, right against his dick. Jess shifts, slips her hand into the slit of his boxers, and pulls it out, stroking lightly. Sam groans against her lips.
He wants to reciprocate, but his hands feel big and clumsy, so he uses his mouth instead, dragging his teeth along her collarbone, sucking little kisses up the side of her neck. Jess moves against him, presses down, and Sam can feel the little tremors running through her thighs. He sits back up, holding her against him, finding a better angle to get at her breasts, licking the tantalizing shadows of her aureoles through the lace. Her fingers fumble around his dick, the rhythm going off, and that only makes him harder, makes him want more.
“Jess?” he says softly, and she grins against his cheek.
“What are you waiting for, Winchester?”
Sam leans back and looks at her, smiling just for him, hair mussed and skin damp with his spit, and wonders what karma’s paying him back for, what he could have done to deserve this. “I thought you were a nice girl,” he tells her solemnly.
“You thought wrong,” she replies with a smirk, and kisses him deep.
He can’t find the clasp of her bra, and she laughs as she shows him how it fastens in the front, then gasps as her breasts come spilling out and Sam sucks one peaked nipple into his mouth. He skims his fingers down to the waist of her panties, and she makes a sound that clearly means “yes” when he slips his hand inside, fingertips finding wiry, wet hair, the smooth warmth beneath. “Like that,” she sighs, when he circles her clit, and it’s a relief to know she’ll tell him what he’s doing right.
Sam learns the curves of her breasts with his mouth, makes deeper forays with his fingers, until her panties are just getting in the way, and she stands up to shimmy out of them, slim-hipped and perfect everywhere. He pulls her forward and bends to bury his face between her thighs, dipping his tongue in to taste, lapping at the heat of her as she spreads her legs to let him. The girls he went to high school didn’t want this from him, blushed and stuttered when he suggested it, and Sam still doesn’t know why. He sneaks a hand up between Jess’s legs, parting her lips to give his tongue better access, and after three long, firm strokes right down the middle, Sam can feel her coming, trembling against his mouth, making high, gorgeous noises. He pulls back and looks up, not knowing if it’s over, and Jess is smiling at him again, flushed and glowing. “Take off your pants and lie down,” she tells him, and who is Sam to refuse that kind of an order?
He watches her dig in the top drawer of her dresser, and his dick gets impossibly harder just knowing what comes next. “Want to see a trick?” Jess asks, and Sam raises his eyebrows. “You’ll like it, I promise.” She tears open the condom wrapper and presses the tip of the rubber between her lips. And before Sam’s even processed that, her mouth is sliding down around his dick, and he yelps in startled pleasure.
“Where did you…” he begins.
“HBO,” says Jess, rolling the condom the rest of the way with her hand, squeezing at the base of his dick, as Sam thanks God for cable TV. She straddles him, and in the buttery glow of the ugly track lighting, she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And then she starts fucking him.
Jess slides down slow the first time, and Sam feels the ripples at her center, the tight clench of her pussy, and struggles not to come. He takes a breath and bites his lip as she lifts herself up again, holding just the head of his dick inside before sinking down again. Sam presses his hands to the insides of her thighs and starts to move with her. He rocks his hips, learning what she likes, listening to her sigh and moan, and flicking his thumb against her clit every time she goes quiet, fleeting pressure that makes her tighten around him. Jess’s eyes stay fixed to his, and he wonders what she sees, but he can’t make himself look away first. Sometimes she says his name, warm and pleased. Sometimes he says hers, grateful and disbelieving. After a little while, they don’t say anything at all.
As Sam feels Jess come a second time, he comes too, pulling her down into a kiss, pushing between her lips with his tongue as his dick quakes and spurts into her. Her skin is hot under his hands, and he wraps an arm around her waist to keep her close as he pulls out and drops the condom into the wastebasket beside the bed.
“You have anywhere to be?” Jess asks, head pillowed on Sam’s chest, fingers tracing idle patterns around his nipple.
“Are you trying to kick me out?” Sam replies uncertainly.
She pinches him. “I’m trying to ask you to stay.”
“Okay.”
They fall asleep with the lights on, and Sam wakes up disoriented at 3am, Jess snug in the curve of his arm, and slips out of bed to turn them off. Jess doesn’t so much as stir, like even in her sleep, she knows he’s coming back. Sam looks at her in the moonlight, her skin silver now instead of gold, the quilt falling haphazardly over the bare arch of her hip. He doesn’t have a lot of experience with staying, but for this beautiful, clever, confident girl, he’s going to try.
~fin~
Feedback is probably even tastier than the stir fry I'm about to go make myself. :)
Title: Certainty
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: Porn!
Summary: They’ve been dating for two months and he’s getting familiar with the taste of her skin, the weight of her in his lap, but they haven’t crossed the underwear line, and as Jess steers him up the stairs to her apartment, Sam knows that’s about to change.
Notes: ninja-quick beta by the lovely stephanometra. If it still sucks, that's totally my fault. Technically, I started this to follow Experimentation (Sam/OMC, Sam/Jess, PG), but there's no reason for you to know that. 1600 words.
Jess makes her intentions known as soon as they leave the pizza place, whispering sweet, dirty promises in Sam’s ear, and he’s so damn glad it’s dark so she can’t see him blushing. Contrary to what some people might think, Sam got a certain amount of experience in high school, with girls who kept half their clothes on and started talking about the student council agenda again right afterwards. But Jess is something else entirely. She doesn’t do shy, or coy, or hard to get. They’ve been dating for two months and he’s getting familiar with the taste of her skin, the weight of her in his lap, but they haven’t crossed the underwear line, and as Jess steers him up the stairs to her apartment, Sam knows that’s about to change. Because Jess’s hand in his back pocket, cupping his ass, is absolutely certain.
In her narrow, tapestry-draped bedroom, she strips for him, unbuttons her sensible oxford shirt to reveal pink lace, and wriggles out of her jeans before climbing onto the bed. “Come on,” she tells him, shaking out her hair, and beckoning with one finger. Like she wants him, plain and simple. It’s an unreal feeling, and Sam stands there for a minute in shock. “Sam?”
“Yeah, I… wow, Jess.”
She unfolds her long legs and stands up to kiss him. He wants to put his hands everywhere, touch every warm inch of her skin, and he settles his hands on her hips as she moves her lips to his ear. “Sam, can I ask you a personal question?”
He looks her up and down. It’s a great view. But “personal” is a hard thing for him to contemplate. After dissembling about what his dad does for a living, why he moved around so much growing up, where the scar on the back of his hand came from, there’s plenty he knows he can’t answer. “Um, maybe.”
“Are you a virgin?” she asks kindly.
“W-what?” he stutters. “No!”
Jess fingers the hem of his shirt, and Sam is almost distracted from the humiliation of her thinking he’s never done this before. But not quite. “It’s okay if you are.”
“I’m not. Really. It’s just, you’re so much more… everything than any girl I’ve been with.” He takes a breath. “You’re perfect.”
She looks skeptical, but at that moment, he means it as much as he’s ever meant anything in his life. “You are a mystery wrapped in an enigma, Sam Winchester,” she says, and then she’s pulling his shirt over his head, running her hands up his sides. It tickles, and he fights back a laugh. Jess’s eyes light up. “A-ha,” she murmurs, and her fingers go over the same ground again, light touches that have him doubling over and trying to back away. “I’ve found your weakness,” she tells him gleefully, and hangs on tight.
They end up sprawled across her bed, the quilt bunching under Sam’s back as he struggles, laughing breathlessly. One of his hands is clasped around one of Jess’s, keeping her fingers still, and the other is curled at her waist when she stops moving. For a second Sam thinks he’s done something wrong, but then Jess leans down and kisses him, pressing herself against his chest, and every thought goes out of Sam’s head besides how good it feels, how much he wants to keep doing this. She’s still laughing, into his mouth, and Sam slides his hands up the smooth length of her back, cupping her shoulderblades in his palms.
Jess’s fingers fumble down against his belt. “Is this okay?” she says, and he thinks he’s supposed to be the one to ask that. But she turns his world upside down without even trying, so Sam just nods. She’s already mostly naked, lying on top of him, legs spread over his thighs, and with his jeans pulled down, he can feel the heat of her, right against his dick. Jess shifts, slips her hand into the slit of his boxers, and pulls it out, stroking lightly. Sam groans against her lips.
He wants to reciprocate, but his hands feel big and clumsy, so he uses his mouth instead, dragging his teeth along her collarbone, sucking little kisses up the side of her neck. Jess moves against him, presses down, and Sam can feel the little tremors running through her thighs. He sits back up, holding her against him, finding a better angle to get at her breasts, licking the tantalizing shadows of her aureoles through the lace. Her fingers fumble around his dick, the rhythm going off, and that only makes him harder, makes him want more.
“Jess?” he says softly, and she grins against his cheek.
“What are you waiting for, Winchester?”
Sam leans back and looks at her, smiling just for him, hair mussed and skin damp with his spit, and wonders what karma’s paying him back for, what he could have done to deserve this. “I thought you were a nice girl,” he tells her solemnly.
“You thought wrong,” she replies with a smirk, and kisses him deep.
He can’t find the clasp of her bra, and she laughs as she shows him how it fastens in the front, then gasps as her breasts come spilling out and Sam sucks one peaked nipple into his mouth. He skims his fingers down to the waist of her panties, and she makes a sound that clearly means “yes” when he slips his hand inside, fingertips finding wiry, wet hair, the smooth warmth beneath. “Like that,” she sighs, when he circles her clit, and it’s a relief to know she’ll tell him what he’s doing right.
Sam learns the curves of her breasts with his mouth, makes deeper forays with his fingers, until her panties are just getting in the way, and she stands up to shimmy out of them, slim-hipped and perfect everywhere. He pulls her forward and bends to bury his face between her thighs, dipping his tongue in to taste, lapping at the heat of her as she spreads her legs to let him. The girls he went to high school didn’t want this from him, blushed and stuttered when he suggested it, and Sam still doesn’t know why. He sneaks a hand up between Jess’s legs, parting her lips to give his tongue better access, and after three long, firm strokes right down the middle, Sam can feel her coming, trembling against his mouth, making high, gorgeous noises. He pulls back and looks up, not knowing if it’s over, and Jess is smiling at him again, flushed and glowing. “Take off your pants and lie down,” she tells him, and who is Sam to refuse that kind of an order?
He watches her dig in the top drawer of her dresser, and his dick gets impossibly harder just knowing what comes next. “Want to see a trick?” Jess asks, and Sam raises his eyebrows. “You’ll like it, I promise.” She tears open the condom wrapper and presses the tip of the rubber between her lips. And before Sam’s even processed that, her mouth is sliding down around his dick, and he yelps in startled pleasure.
“Where did you…” he begins.
“HBO,” says Jess, rolling the condom the rest of the way with her hand, squeezing at the base of his dick, as Sam thanks God for cable TV. She straddles him, and in the buttery glow of the ugly track lighting, she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And then she starts fucking him.
Jess slides down slow the first time, and Sam feels the ripples at her center, the tight clench of her pussy, and struggles not to come. He takes a breath and bites his lip as she lifts herself up again, holding just the head of his dick inside before sinking down again. Sam presses his hands to the insides of her thighs and starts to move with her. He rocks his hips, learning what she likes, listening to her sigh and moan, and flicking his thumb against her clit every time she goes quiet, fleeting pressure that makes her tighten around him. Jess’s eyes stay fixed to his, and he wonders what she sees, but he can’t make himself look away first. Sometimes she says his name, warm and pleased. Sometimes he says hers, grateful and disbelieving. After a little while, they don’t say anything at all.
As Sam feels Jess come a second time, he comes too, pulling her down into a kiss, pushing between her lips with his tongue as his dick quakes and spurts into her. Her skin is hot under his hands, and he wraps an arm around her waist to keep her close as he pulls out and drops the condom into the wastebasket beside the bed.
“You have anywhere to be?” Jess asks, head pillowed on Sam’s chest, fingers tracing idle patterns around his nipple.
“Are you trying to kick me out?” Sam replies uncertainly.
She pinches him. “I’m trying to ask you to stay.”
“Okay.”
They fall asleep with the lights on, and Sam wakes up disoriented at 3am, Jess snug in the curve of his arm, and slips out of bed to turn them off. Jess doesn’t so much as stir, like even in her sleep, she knows he’s coming back. Sam looks at her in the moonlight, her skin silver now instead of gold, the quilt falling haphazardly over the bare arch of her hip. He doesn’t have a lot of experience with staying, but for this beautiful, clever, confident girl, he’s going to try.
~fin~
Feedback is probably even tastier than the stir fry I'm about to go make myself. :)