Fight Club smut
They stopped using condoms after the second night, Marla whispering in his ear,
“I’ve had all the tests four times in the last month. They didn’t find anything. I’m clean.”
He comes inside her a minute later, his hand twisted in the hair at the back of her neck, pulling her back into a perfect arc. He licks her clean after, watching impassively as she writhes beneath him, waiting until she begs him, voice breaking, before he lets her go down on him, getting him hard, then fucks her again, ruthless, uncaring if the noise wakes anyone else in the house. Sometimes Marla hopes it wakes some of the recruits, gives them a hard-on, and a restless night of wet dreams.
Supernatural.
It’s only after the fifth time Sam watches ‘Batman Begins’ before they crash in yet another shitty motel that the truth begins to dawn on Dean.
“Dude. That flick’s making you hot, isn’t it? What is it? The costume, the mask? ” he pauses, enjoying Sammy’s uncomfortable squirming. “The bondage?”
Sam blushes, hits the ‘mute’ button, but doesn’t turn the DVD off. “Shut up, Dean! Not everyone’s as perverted as you!”
“Look, deny all you want, Sammy. I’m not the one with a raging hard-on.” He barely manages to duck the remote thrown at his head.