Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Favorite Positions | NC-17 | 2025 words
Title: Favorite Positions
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz, bit of d/s
Summary: Jensen loves it when Jared puts him on his back.
Word Count: 2025
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jensen loves it when Jared puts him on his back. Jensen’s not a weakling and at 6’, he’s not exactly little, so he’s not used to having someone be able to manhandle him. He used to be embarrassed about it, but now he flat out admits it, if only to himself-being manhandled turns him on. With Jared being so freaking buff, he does it so easily nowadays, too, all looming height and threatening growls, catering right to Jensen’s kinks like Jared has a direct line or something.
Jensen doesn’t know when that particular switch was flipped. He’s pretty sure he didn’t used to feel this way-especially not with a few obsessed prison inmates' well-meaning if incredibly disturbing letters from back in his Days of Our Lives times. Just reading about what they wanted to do to him…well, Jensen had avoided towns that had prisons for awhile. Just in case.
He’s never really been attracted to big, tall, and muscular but that was before he met Jared. Now he can’t for the life of him think of any other type. Though he complains loudly, he secretly loves it when Jared picks him up and slings him over a shoulder. Jared knows it too-not like he could miss it with Jensen’s raging hard-on digging into his shoulder the minute he picks him up. As soon as his feet leave the ground and Jensen realizes that this is going to happen no matter what he says, he can’t help it, his eyes get all dazed and it’s a damn good thing Jared’s holding him because his knees turn to Jello. It’s just about all he can do to try and hide his panting and bite back his begging until at least Jared gets them into the bedroom. Seriously. A little dignity here, please.
Jared usually tosses him down on the bed, grinning evilly for a few moments as he watches Jensen bounce. Jensen always pretends like he’s going to slip away but they both know it’s a sham. Like he’d be going anywhere when Jared’s in the mood. Luckily, Jared never makes him wait long, always joining him after those few moments, sucking at Jensen’s lips and random other parts like he’s fucking starving for it. Not that Jensen just lays there and takes it, either-he meets Jared halfway, all tangled limbs and swirling tongue.
God it feels absolutely amazing to be the center of the complete hurricane that is Jared Padalecki in the bedroom. Jensen at that point-especially after Jared pins his wrists over his head-just devolves into sobs and ‘please’s because dignity’s overrated when you’re skirting the edge of orgasm. He loves to be held down. He loves to have the choice taken away.
It should scare him, really, that he craves these things. Should terrify him. He shouldn’t be able to trust another human this much. More to the point, he shouldn’t need this as much as he does. He knows, though, that Jared would never hurt him. Jared may be rough sometimes, but it’s always only when Jensen begs him to-or when he’s jealous. Sometimes, Jensen will flirt with a few people all night, just so later on he can ride the tidal wave of Jared’s jealousy. Not often, but sometimes. Even then, Jared’s still careful. He only leaves bruises when it’s for certain that they’ll have enough time to heal before they’re due back on set. Jensen both appreciates that and hates it at the exact same time.
Sometimes Jared will tie him down-with ropes, scarves, or the handcuffs they bought on a whim one day. Struggling against the bonds, Jensen gets so worked up, he can barely even form words anymore, can only focus on how much he wants to come and “please, please, Jay, please let me come, oh please, God, please!”
Sometimes Jared lets him come. Sometimes he runs thoroughly sinful hands over Jensen’s body, sending off sparks in all the right places and tells him, “Come for me, Jen. So fucking pretty…” Like Jared’s commands are hardwired into Jensen’s body, Jensen will lose it right then and there. Then Jared will fuck him while he’s all loose and pliant and dazed. Feels so damned nice.
Other times, though, Jared’s evil. He’ll smile down at Jensen and run his fingers real soft over Jensen’s skin as he says, “No, I don’t think so. Don’t think you’ve earned it yet, Jen…” Jen will sob and plead but it does no good and Jared will force him to suck him. He’ll climb right up to the top of the bed and straddle Jensen’s face, shoving his big dick into Jensen’s mouth. “God, those lips. Pretty cock-sucking lips. Suck me.” Those times, he always makes sure he comes before Jensen.
And then there’s the times that Jared decides to spank him. Jensen has no idea where the hell that particular kink of his came from because he’s never really had any interest in spanking, either doing it or having it but God, the second that Jared sits down and points at his knee, it’s all Jensen can do not to come right then and there. At that point, he doesn’t care how much it’s going to hurt, or even that he’s supposed to be getting ‘punished,’ he’ll run right to Jared’s side and eagerly bend himself over. All because of Jared’s hands.
God those hands. They’re like a God-given gift, they’re so talented. They’re huge and they can cover a lot of freaking ground. Over Jared’s knee, they feel a little bit more like a curse, except for the fact that Jensen stays rock-hard throughout it, gasping and moaning like a whore with each damn strike. He loves the feel of the pain echoing through his nerves. He loves the heat of his skin. It’s seemingly never ending when it’s happening, but God how he loves it even as he whimpers and begs for Jared to stop. Not that Jared ever does.
Because they both know he loves being shown his place. Jared’s usually willing to put him there too. On Jensen’s particularly needy days, Jared-with his direct line into Jensen’s brain-knows to put Jensen on his hands and knees and growl, “stay still, bitch” while he ruthlessly fucks into Jensen from behind. Jensen will mewl and shake and shiver, beyond speech at that point. Jared will usually thrust so hard, he sometimes sends Jensen sprawling but he always hauls him back up with a “thought I told you to stay put, slut” and a hard slap to his ass.
Days like that, Jensen will usually end up so keyed up, he’ll come without even being touched even though Jared told him not to. When he does that, Jared will immediately pull out, spank him until his ass is red, then push him down onto the floor to finish all over his face. Jensen will drink it up greedily, mouth dropping open and tongue lolling out to try and catch every drop though Jared deliberately splatters it.
Jensen loves those days. He needs them. They don’t happen too often-he knows he wouldn’t want them too-but he dreams of them.
It’s mind-blowing to Jensen the difference between Jared outside the bedroom and in. Amazing how the fun-loving, candy-eating screwball can turn into the dominant, aggressive top that gets Jensen so hard. Sometimes, he’ll catch a glimpse of the two Jareds merging and it never fails to make him pop an erection in at an inappropriate time. Like during a meeting with a director who gives a new blocking for a Sam and Dean squabble and says, “Can you handle that?”
Jared will glance over with narrowed eyes and say all low and husky, “Yeah, we got it, don’t we, Jen?” Jensen just nods and tries not to make eye-contact because damn it, he needs to be Dean at the moment and Dean’s supposed to be pissed, not trying to climb his baby brother like a damn tree to devour his mouth. …Or maybe that’s exactly what Dean wants. Maybe that’s why he’s so pissed off. He just wants Sam to slam him up against a wall and just go for it like Jared does Jensen. Yeah, maybe he’ll pitch that to Kripke at the next meeting. He’s sure it’ll go over well.
There’s also the times that Jensen gets introduced to somebody new at a party, somebody that doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer but they do know enough to back off when Jared shows up. That’s usually because Jared wraps his mammoth arms around Jensen’s waist and rests his head beside Jensen’s as he surreptitiously grinds his cock into Jensen’s ass. Jensen’s mouth will drop open and he’ll just barely refrain from squeaking but at least the new person usually gets the point by then. That he’s already been claimed and better luck elsewhere.
When that happens, though, they usually have to leave the party a few minutes afterwards, even if it’s just to the nearest empty room for a quick handjob. Though he hates PDAs, Jensen can’t seem to mind the blatant claims of ownership.
Jared, though, Jared’s a little different. Jensen’s sure that he doesn’t mind all the humping and the groping he does in public-if he did, he wouldn’t bother with it. No, he knows that Jared lives for that kind of stuff because he doesn’t get off on being claimed or having claimed. He gets off on Jensen knowing he’s been claimed.
Jared doesn’t realize that Jensen knows exactly what his favorite position is for them. Or rather, he hadn’t until his latest birthday. Jensen’d tied him up with the very same handcuffs Jared liked to use on him, grinning at the mock growls Jared was trying to threaten with. He’d teased and sucked and nibbled until Jared’d vowed revenge and then he’d straddled Jared’s hips and watched his eyes go wide.
Because Jensen knows that Jared loves it when he rides him. Jared fucking loses it when Jensen straddles him and slicks Jared’s cock to shove himself down on it. Jared’s mouth goes all slack, his pretty eyes dazed and he starts in with the “Oh, God, Jen, so fucking pretty. Do you know how pretty you are? How hot? Oh, God, yeah, ride it. Slut. You like my cock? Like it up inside you? God, look at you. So fucking pretty riding my cock, Jen, so fucking hot. How does it feel? God, Jen, how does it feel?” If his hands are free, he’ll grab Jensen’s hips to try and help him, if they’re not, he’ll start jerking on them, wishing they were. “God, baby, yeah, ride me. So sexy. Love you like this, Jen. Love your legs spread and your entire body working for me. Aw, fuck, God, yeah, just like that...”
It’s not Jensen’s favorite position. He feels so exposed, so vulnerable and he usually ends up flushing from head to toe-though that just usually makes Jared hotter because Jared loves to see him blush. He’ll do it for Jared, though, just because he knows Jared loves it so much. He sometimes rides Jared for hours, dragging it out for the both of them, just to hear the desperate edge Jared’s pants will start to take, to feel his hips start to beg with hard, pleading thrusts. Jensen will make it last until he finally gets a “oh, God, Jen, baby, please, you’ve got to let me come, God, please sexy baby, please, let me come in you…” He never lasts long after that.
He’ll jerk himself off for Jared’s hungry eyes, whisper “I love you” because he knows how much Jared likes to hear it out loud and then ride him until Jared screams.
Sometimes they’ll switch up who pitches and who catches just because sometimes Jared’s in a mood to get fucked and Jensen’s in a mood to give it to him. It’s adds a little bit more spice and Jensen thinks it’s one of the top ten reasons to get involved with another guy-all the different combinations.
But that doesn’t change that Jensen really likes it when Jared puts him on his back.
Author: dragonspell
Series: RPS
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0nz, bit of d/s
Summary: Jensen loves it when Jared puts him on his back.
Word Count: 2025
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
Jensen loves it when Jared puts him on his back. Jensen’s not a weakling and at 6’, he’s not exactly little, so he’s not used to having someone be able to manhandle him. He used to be embarrassed about it, but now he flat out admits it, if only to himself-being manhandled turns him on. With Jared being so freaking buff, he does it so easily nowadays, too, all looming height and threatening growls, catering right to Jensen’s kinks like Jared has a direct line or something.
Jensen doesn’t know when that particular switch was flipped. He’s pretty sure he didn’t used to feel this way-especially not with a few obsessed prison inmates' well-meaning if incredibly disturbing letters from back in his Days of Our Lives times. Just reading about what they wanted to do to him…well, Jensen had avoided towns that had prisons for awhile. Just in case.
He’s never really been attracted to big, tall, and muscular but that was before he met Jared. Now he can’t for the life of him think of any other type. Though he complains loudly, he secretly loves it when Jared picks him up and slings him over a shoulder. Jared knows it too-not like he could miss it with Jensen’s raging hard-on digging into his shoulder the minute he picks him up. As soon as his feet leave the ground and Jensen realizes that this is going to happen no matter what he says, he can’t help it, his eyes get all dazed and it’s a damn good thing Jared’s holding him because his knees turn to Jello. It’s just about all he can do to try and hide his panting and bite back his begging until at least Jared gets them into the bedroom. Seriously. A little dignity here, please.
Jared usually tosses him down on the bed, grinning evilly for a few moments as he watches Jensen bounce. Jensen always pretends like he’s going to slip away but they both know it’s a sham. Like he’d be going anywhere when Jared’s in the mood. Luckily, Jared never makes him wait long, always joining him after those few moments, sucking at Jensen’s lips and random other parts like he’s fucking starving for it. Not that Jensen just lays there and takes it, either-he meets Jared halfway, all tangled limbs and swirling tongue.
God it feels absolutely amazing to be the center of the complete hurricane that is Jared Padalecki in the bedroom. Jensen at that point-especially after Jared pins his wrists over his head-just devolves into sobs and ‘please’s because dignity’s overrated when you’re skirting the edge of orgasm. He loves to be held down. He loves to have the choice taken away.
It should scare him, really, that he craves these things. Should terrify him. He shouldn’t be able to trust another human this much. More to the point, he shouldn’t need this as much as he does. He knows, though, that Jared would never hurt him. Jared may be rough sometimes, but it’s always only when Jensen begs him to-or when he’s jealous. Sometimes, Jensen will flirt with a few people all night, just so later on he can ride the tidal wave of Jared’s jealousy. Not often, but sometimes. Even then, Jared’s still careful. He only leaves bruises when it’s for certain that they’ll have enough time to heal before they’re due back on set. Jensen both appreciates that and hates it at the exact same time.
Sometimes Jared will tie him down-with ropes, scarves, or the handcuffs they bought on a whim one day. Struggling against the bonds, Jensen gets so worked up, he can barely even form words anymore, can only focus on how much he wants to come and “please, please, Jay, please let me come, oh please, God, please!”
Sometimes Jared lets him come. Sometimes he runs thoroughly sinful hands over Jensen’s body, sending off sparks in all the right places and tells him, “Come for me, Jen. So fucking pretty…” Like Jared’s commands are hardwired into Jensen’s body, Jensen will lose it right then and there. Then Jared will fuck him while he’s all loose and pliant and dazed. Feels so damned nice.
Other times, though, Jared’s evil. He’ll smile down at Jensen and run his fingers real soft over Jensen’s skin as he says, “No, I don’t think so. Don’t think you’ve earned it yet, Jen…” Jen will sob and plead but it does no good and Jared will force him to suck him. He’ll climb right up to the top of the bed and straddle Jensen’s face, shoving his big dick into Jensen’s mouth. “God, those lips. Pretty cock-sucking lips. Suck me.” Those times, he always makes sure he comes before Jensen.
And then there’s the times that Jared decides to spank him. Jensen has no idea where the hell that particular kink of his came from because he’s never really had any interest in spanking, either doing it or having it but God, the second that Jared sits down and points at his knee, it’s all Jensen can do not to come right then and there. At that point, he doesn’t care how much it’s going to hurt, or even that he’s supposed to be getting ‘punished,’ he’ll run right to Jared’s side and eagerly bend himself over. All because of Jared’s hands.
God those hands. They’re like a God-given gift, they’re so talented. They’re huge and they can cover a lot of freaking ground. Over Jared’s knee, they feel a little bit more like a curse, except for the fact that Jensen stays rock-hard throughout it, gasping and moaning like a whore with each damn strike. He loves the feel of the pain echoing through his nerves. He loves the heat of his skin. It’s seemingly never ending when it’s happening, but God how he loves it even as he whimpers and begs for Jared to stop. Not that Jared ever does.
Because they both know he loves being shown his place. Jared’s usually willing to put him there too. On Jensen’s particularly needy days, Jared-with his direct line into Jensen’s brain-knows to put Jensen on his hands and knees and growl, “stay still, bitch” while he ruthlessly fucks into Jensen from behind. Jensen will mewl and shake and shiver, beyond speech at that point. Jared will usually thrust so hard, he sometimes sends Jensen sprawling but he always hauls him back up with a “thought I told you to stay put, slut” and a hard slap to his ass.
Days like that, Jensen will usually end up so keyed up, he’ll come without even being touched even though Jared told him not to. When he does that, Jared will immediately pull out, spank him until his ass is red, then push him down onto the floor to finish all over his face. Jensen will drink it up greedily, mouth dropping open and tongue lolling out to try and catch every drop though Jared deliberately splatters it.
Jensen loves those days. He needs them. They don’t happen too often-he knows he wouldn’t want them too-but he dreams of them.
It’s mind-blowing to Jensen the difference between Jared outside the bedroom and in. Amazing how the fun-loving, candy-eating screwball can turn into the dominant, aggressive top that gets Jensen so hard. Sometimes, he’ll catch a glimpse of the two Jareds merging and it never fails to make him pop an erection in at an inappropriate time. Like during a meeting with a director who gives a new blocking for a Sam and Dean squabble and says, “Can you handle that?”
Jared will glance over with narrowed eyes and say all low and husky, “Yeah, we got it, don’t we, Jen?” Jensen just nods and tries not to make eye-contact because damn it, he needs to be Dean at the moment and Dean’s supposed to be pissed, not trying to climb his baby brother like a damn tree to devour his mouth. …Or maybe that’s exactly what Dean wants. Maybe that’s why he’s so pissed off. He just wants Sam to slam him up against a wall and just go for it like Jared does Jensen. Yeah, maybe he’ll pitch that to Kripke at the next meeting. He’s sure it’ll go over well.
There’s also the times that Jensen gets introduced to somebody new at a party, somebody that doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer but they do know enough to back off when Jared shows up. That’s usually because Jared wraps his mammoth arms around Jensen’s waist and rests his head beside Jensen’s as he surreptitiously grinds his cock into Jensen’s ass. Jensen’s mouth will drop open and he’ll just barely refrain from squeaking but at least the new person usually gets the point by then. That he’s already been claimed and better luck elsewhere.
When that happens, though, they usually have to leave the party a few minutes afterwards, even if it’s just to the nearest empty room for a quick handjob. Though he hates PDAs, Jensen can’t seem to mind the blatant claims of ownership.
Jared, though, Jared’s a little different. Jensen’s sure that he doesn’t mind all the humping and the groping he does in public-if he did, he wouldn’t bother with it. No, he knows that Jared lives for that kind of stuff because he doesn’t get off on being claimed or having claimed. He gets off on Jensen knowing he’s been claimed.
Jared doesn’t realize that Jensen knows exactly what his favorite position is for them. Or rather, he hadn’t until his latest birthday. Jensen’d tied him up with the very same handcuffs Jared liked to use on him, grinning at the mock growls Jared was trying to threaten with. He’d teased and sucked and nibbled until Jared’d vowed revenge and then he’d straddled Jared’s hips and watched his eyes go wide.
Because Jensen knows that Jared loves it when he rides him. Jared fucking loses it when Jensen straddles him and slicks Jared’s cock to shove himself down on it. Jared’s mouth goes all slack, his pretty eyes dazed and he starts in with the “Oh, God, Jen, so fucking pretty. Do you know how pretty you are? How hot? Oh, God, yeah, ride it. Slut. You like my cock? Like it up inside you? God, look at you. So fucking pretty riding my cock, Jen, so fucking hot. How does it feel? God, Jen, how does it feel?” If his hands are free, he’ll grab Jensen’s hips to try and help him, if they’re not, he’ll start jerking on them, wishing they were. “God, baby, yeah, ride me. So sexy. Love you like this, Jen. Love your legs spread and your entire body working for me. Aw, fuck, God, yeah, just like that...”
It’s not Jensen’s favorite position. He feels so exposed, so vulnerable and he usually ends up flushing from head to toe-though that just usually makes Jared hotter because Jared loves to see him blush. He’ll do it for Jared, though, just because he knows Jared loves it so much. He sometimes rides Jared for hours, dragging it out for the both of them, just to hear the desperate edge Jared’s pants will start to take, to feel his hips start to beg with hard, pleading thrusts. Jensen will make it last until he finally gets a “oh, God, Jen, baby, please, you’ve got to let me come, God, please sexy baby, please, let me come in you…” He never lasts long after that.
He’ll jerk himself off for Jared’s hungry eyes, whisper “I love you” because he knows how much Jared likes to hear it out loud and then ride him until Jared screams.
Sometimes they’ll switch up who pitches and who catches just because sometimes Jared’s in a mood to get fucked and Jensen’s in a mood to give it to him. It’s adds a little bit more spice and Jensen thinks it’s one of the top ten reasons to get involved with another guy-all the different combinations.
But that doesn’t change that Jensen really likes it when Jared puts him on his back.