RPH: wildest dreams
Title: wildest dreams
Author: DeansMistress
Genre: RPHetFic; PWP
Pairing: Jensen/OFC
Rating: NC-17. X. smut. whatever.
’Verse: dream'verse
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Author's Notes: i love my betas. you know who you are. *hugs*
wildest dreams
~*~*~*~
It’s a press event, party, something, a friend got us tickets, and invited us to this hotel where there’s rumoured to be lots of celebrities. I’ve seen one actor so far, and it was no one I was really interested in. Out on the sidewalk, the cameras start flashing like mad, and my two friends and I scramble to see who’s here.
At the sight of the two actors from our favourite TV show, we all scream, and I nearly faint. They’re both breath-takingly handsome in real life, but my favourite actor makes me weak in the knees, and I almost fall. One of my friends reaches out her hand to steady me.
“Wow,” she says, “I didn’t think he’d have that effect on you.”
“Yeah, he does,” I can barely speak. “And it’s even more potent in real life,” I add, thinking of the “effect” he has on his fans.
The whole event seems to pass in a blur; I only have eyes for my actor. I really couldn’t tell you what happens, or who says what, all I know is our two actors are headed right for me and my friends. They’re squealing at the taller man, but it’s the other man - my favorite - who’s headed right to me. He holds his hand out to me, and I’m looking around to make sure there’s no one behind me.
My friends are just as excited as I am, but I feel like I’m making a fool out of myself. I reach out and take his proffered hand. It’s warm, while my own is shaky and sweaty; I’m quite nervous that he’s even giving me the time of day.
He brings my hand to his lips, and touches the back ever so lightly with his soft lips, and then he really does have to reach out and steady me as I really am weak in the knees.
“Everything all right?” he asks as he steadies me with his warm hand resting on my lower back. His voice is soft, slow, with an accent that never really lost its Southern drawl. I don’t trust myself to speak, so I nod. He takes my hands in his, leans in towards me and whispers in my ear.
“Come upstairs to my room with me.”
“Me?” My voice squeaks in surprise. I look back at my friends, and one puts her thumb up in the air, with a big smile on her face. I turn back to him, and stupidly ask, “Now?”
He smiles, and tugs playfully on one of my hands, silently answering my questions.
I look at my friends again, and smile back. “Don’t wait for me,” I say softly, and they nod in acknowledgment.
~*~
The first thing I notice as he leads me into the hotel room is the king-sized bed. There’s also a mini-bar, huge closets and through the open bathroom door, I can see a huge luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi. At the sight of the huge tub, I resist the urge to quote Pink Floyd, and smile at the thought of what we could do in the tub.
I return to the bed, where he’s sitting, legs spread apart as in a lot of his photos. Suddenly I’m the shy one, and more than aware of the fluttering going on in my stomach. I slowly walk over to him, and he reaches out and takes me by the waist and pulls me closer. I straddle him, and he pulls my head down to meet his lips.
As the kiss deepens, I move and moan against him, and I can feel his arousal through his jeans. We fall together on the bed, and still kissing, we roll over so I’m the one on the bed now.
His kisses are tender, and he rests one hand gently on my waist as he stretches and covers me with his body. He stops kissing a moment to raise his head and look at me.
“You’re not too heavy,” I say, anticipating his question.
He smiles, but instead of answering, holds me a little tighter, and we roll over on the bed, so that I’m straddling him again. This time, he puts both hands under my shirt and caresses my back. All I can seem to do at this moment is put my hands on his chest to hold me steady as my insides flutter at his touch.
He nudges my baby-doll t-shirt up, and I help him take it off, and toss it aside somewhere. He seems slightly surprised I’m not wearing a bra, and moves his hands to caress my breasts. My head rolls back and my eyes in pleasure. When I open my eyes again, I catch him licking his lips. I have to ask, I have to know.
I lean down to him again, and kiss his moist lips gently, and then ask softly, “Is that an involuntary thing you do? With your tongue?”
At my question, he sits up, holding onto me, and then flips us over again. He trails his fingertips over my front, teasing my breasts, and tugging playfully at the waistband of my jeans. For his answer, he licks his lips again, and smiles.
I arch into him, my insides pulsing, and I let out a small moan. I pull him down to me, and kiss him again, while my fingers fiddle with the buttons on his black dress shirt. I manage to get a few undone with my fumbling fingers, and he steadies my hands with one of his own. I’m able to get the shirt unbuttoned and off. He props himself up with one hand, so that he’s somewhat on me, but mostly next to m e on the bed. I run my fingertips over his smooth skin and he closes his eyes at my soft touch.
I moan again when he puts his other hand flat on my stomach. I’ve always enjoyed that sensation, I can’t explain why really, and again I bring my body up to his. He slides his hand lower and teases my waistband again. Deftly, he undoes the button, and the zipper, and I help him as he takes them - and my panties - off me. I have no idea when my feet became bare. I help him with his black dress slacks, which seem to be easier to take off than my jeans did. My fingertips linger on his boxers, but he stops me with his free hand.
He moves his hand back to my stomach, and then I gasp when he slides his fingers between my legs. He almost purrs when his fingers readily slide inside me. Between teasing me with his fingers, and sliding two all the way inside me, I arch my back, and moan and clutch at the bed, wanting more, wanting him. My eyes close to feel the sensations, and they open again to watch him, his face, his expression.
I feel his hand leave my body for a moment, and I look over at him. He’s taken his boxers off and tossed them somewhere, so that we’re both naked on this huge bed. I use my free hand, and reach out to stroke the length of him, and he closes his eyes and moans this time.
Urgently, he kisses me then, our tongues intertwining, and he shifts his position so he’s now above me. I put my hands on his hips, and hook my feet around his legs. Our eyes never leaving each other’s face, he enters me slowly, and I moan as all of him enters my body. My mouth goes dry, and as my tongue darts out to lick my lips, he kisses me.
His thrusts are hard and deep, and I move with him, my hands still holding his hips, then running my fingers over his stomach, and then finally reaching over my head to paw at the headboard. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I’m moving almost in a frenzy to meet his thrusts, and we move faster and quicker together.
With one hard thrust, he spills into me, and I arch into him and I’m seeing stars. My whole body shudders as pleasurable tremors shoot through me. My toes tingle as I slowly bring them back down to the bed and unwind myself from him.
I stretch out like a contented cat, and he stretches out beside me, too. There’s so much I want to ask him, know about him, but I never ask. He puts his arm up on the pillow and lays on that as his fingers play with my hair. I roll over to face him, and put my hand gently on his cheek, and kiss his soft lips. When I put my head back on my pillow, his eyelids flutter and he smiles.
My last thought before I fall asleep on the huge bed in a plush hotel room with the actor of my dreams is that this was actually real, and not just a dream.
~*~*~*~
Author: DeansMistress
Genre: RPHetFic; PWP
Pairing: Jensen/OFC
Rating: NC-17. X. smut. whatever.
’Verse: dream'verse
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Author's Notes: i love my betas. you know who you are. *hugs*
wildest dreams
~*~*~*~
It’s a press event, party, something, a friend got us tickets, and invited us to this hotel where there’s rumoured to be lots of celebrities. I’ve seen one actor so far, and it was no one I was really interested in. Out on the sidewalk, the cameras start flashing like mad, and my two friends and I scramble to see who’s here.
At the sight of the two actors from our favourite TV show, we all scream, and I nearly faint. They’re both breath-takingly handsome in real life, but my favourite actor makes me weak in the knees, and I almost fall. One of my friends reaches out her hand to steady me.
“Wow,” she says, “I didn’t think he’d have that effect on you.”
“Yeah, he does,” I can barely speak. “And it’s even more potent in real life,” I add, thinking of the “effect” he has on his fans.
The whole event seems to pass in a blur; I only have eyes for my actor. I really couldn’t tell you what happens, or who says what, all I know is our two actors are headed right for me and my friends. They’re squealing at the taller man, but it’s the other man - my favorite - who’s headed right to me. He holds his hand out to me, and I’m looking around to make sure there’s no one behind me.
My friends are just as excited as I am, but I feel like I’m making a fool out of myself. I reach out and take his proffered hand. It’s warm, while my own is shaky and sweaty; I’m quite nervous that he’s even giving me the time of day.
He brings my hand to his lips, and touches the back ever so lightly with his soft lips, and then he really does have to reach out and steady me as I really am weak in the knees.
“Everything all right?” he asks as he steadies me with his warm hand resting on my lower back. His voice is soft, slow, with an accent that never really lost its Southern drawl. I don’t trust myself to speak, so I nod. He takes my hands in his, leans in towards me and whispers in my ear.
“Come upstairs to my room with me.”
“Me?” My voice squeaks in surprise. I look back at my friends, and one puts her thumb up in the air, with a big smile on her face. I turn back to him, and stupidly ask, “Now?”
He smiles, and tugs playfully on one of my hands, silently answering my questions.
I look at my friends again, and smile back. “Don’t wait for me,” I say softly, and they nod in acknowledgment.
~*~
The first thing I notice as he leads me into the hotel room is the king-sized bed. There’s also a mini-bar, huge closets and through the open bathroom door, I can see a huge luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi. At the sight of the huge tub, I resist the urge to quote Pink Floyd, and smile at the thought of what we could do in the tub.
I return to the bed, where he’s sitting, legs spread apart as in a lot of his photos. Suddenly I’m the shy one, and more than aware of the fluttering going on in my stomach. I slowly walk over to him, and he reaches out and takes me by the waist and pulls me closer. I straddle him, and he pulls my head down to meet his lips.
As the kiss deepens, I move and moan against him, and I can feel his arousal through his jeans. We fall together on the bed, and still kissing, we roll over so I’m the one on the bed now.
His kisses are tender, and he rests one hand gently on my waist as he stretches and covers me with his body. He stops kissing a moment to raise his head and look at me.
“You’re not too heavy,” I say, anticipating his question.
He smiles, but instead of answering, holds me a little tighter, and we roll over on the bed, so that I’m straddling him again. This time, he puts both hands under my shirt and caresses my back. All I can seem to do at this moment is put my hands on his chest to hold me steady as my insides flutter at his touch.
He nudges my baby-doll t-shirt up, and I help him take it off, and toss it aside somewhere. He seems slightly surprised I’m not wearing a bra, and moves his hands to caress my breasts. My head rolls back and my eyes in pleasure. When I open my eyes again, I catch him licking his lips. I have to ask, I have to know.
I lean down to him again, and kiss his moist lips gently, and then ask softly, “Is that an involuntary thing you do? With your tongue?”
At my question, he sits up, holding onto me, and then flips us over again. He trails his fingertips over my front, teasing my breasts, and tugging playfully at the waistband of my jeans. For his answer, he licks his lips again, and smiles.
I arch into him, my insides pulsing, and I let out a small moan. I pull him down to me, and kiss him again, while my fingers fiddle with the buttons on his black dress shirt. I manage to get a few undone with my fumbling fingers, and he steadies my hands with one of his own. I’m able to get the shirt unbuttoned and off. He props himself up with one hand, so that he’s somewhat on me, but mostly next to m e on the bed. I run my fingertips over his smooth skin and he closes his eyes at my soft touch.
I moan again when he puts his other hand flat on my stomach. I’ve always enjoyed that sensation, I can’t explain why really, and again I bring my body up to his. He slides his hand lower and teases my waistband again. Deftly, he undoes the button, and the zipper, and I help him as he takes them - and my panties - off me. I have no idea when my feet became bare. I help him with his black dress slacks, which seem to be easier to take off than my jeans did. My fingertips linger on his boxers, but he stops me with his free hand.
He moves his hand back to my stomach, and then I gasp when he slides his fingers between my legs. He almost purrs when his fingers readily slide inside me. Between teasing me with his fingers, and sliding two all the way inside me, I arch my back, and moan and clutch at the bed, wanting more, wanting him. My eyes close to feel the sensations, and they open again to watch him, his face, his expression.
I feel his hand leave my body for a moment, and I look over at him. He’s taken his boxers off and tossed them somewhere, so that we’re both naked on this huge bed. I use my free hand, and reach out to stroke the length of him, and he closes his eyes and moans this time.
Urgently, he kisses me then, our tongues intertwining, and he shifts his position so he’s now above me. I put my hands on his hips, and hook my feet around his legs. Our eyes never leaving each other’s face, he enters me slowly, and I moan as all of him enters my body. My mouth goes dry, and as my tongue darts out to lick my lips, he kisses me.
His thrusts are hard and deep, and I move with him, my hands still holding his hips, then running my fingers over his stomach, and then finally reaching over my head to paw at the headboard. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I’m moving almost in a frenzy to meet his thrusts, and we move faster and quicker together.
With one hard thrust, he spills into me, and I arch into him and I’m seeing stars. My whole body shudders as pleasurable tremors shoot through me. My toes tingle as I slowly bring them back down to the bed and unwind myself from him.
I stretch out like a contented cat, and he stretches out beside me, too. There’s so much I want to ask him, know about him, but I never ask. He puts his arm up on the pillow and lays on that as his fingers play with my hair. I roll over to face him, and put my hand gently on his cheek, and kiss his soft lips. When I put my head back on my pillow, his eyelids flutter and he smiles.
My last thought before I fall asleep on the huge bed in a plush hotel room with the actor of my dreams is that this was actually real, and not just a dream.
~*~*~*~