The Untitled DP Fic
This post will start off innocent and then just go completely wrong. I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who sent me birthday messages. I'm just really touched that anybody even took the time to do it, seeing as I've been so MIA lately. It really means a lot. ♥
Also, I'm sort of managing to still write (and, maybe re-write, since I lost a ton of stuff), and, for some reason, this random awful porn came out, because I guess that's what I do. And I can't come up with a title right now without being cheesy or lolsy, like, "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun!" So, I'm just not doing it.
Also (2), Show is the best ever, y/y?
I ♥ you guys. And I need to upload more icons.
Title: The Untitled DP Fic
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / J2/Misha
Prompt: 034. Not Enough.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,638
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um, it's filthy? DP, lots of...fluids.
Summary: Misha maybe might sort of be into DP and love J2, or something, idk.
It’s not that one isn’t enough. Not exactly. Misha doesn’t always need more to be satisfied. But when it’s them, it’s different.
He’s aware of just how fucked he is, both literally and figuratively. To an outsider, it seems odd, maybe wrong, that he’s older, more experienced, and yet they use him, because he’s new. He’s the butt of their jokes and the victim of their pranks, and he just takes it and keeps coming back for more, even if he has made them pay a couple of times.
But it’s not like that. Not for him. Because he knows them, and he knows how they feel, how they show affection, and how they crave him as much as he does them. It’s not being used. It’s being satisfied. And, at times, though he might not admit it aloud, it goes even beyond that.
The first time it happened, it was a surprise. Spur of the moment, heat of the moment. And he trusted them, just like he will now, when he expects it.
Misha’s hands are planted on Jensen’s chest, anchoring him, Jensen’s hands on his hips. He’s breathing evenly, eyes closing on the vision of Jensen below him, because he can’t go too far, not yet. His hands slip a little when his hips cant forward and Jensen thrusts in a little deeper. He feels Jensen’s nipples under his thumbs, and he gasps and tries to keep from clenching and losing the slow rhythm they have building, waiting for more.
For all that Misha wants it, he doesn’t feel the mattress dip when it does, but he knows the feel of Jared’s palm flat against his back. It presses, pushes, and Misha breathes deeply and relents, eyes still closed as Jared pushes him forward, Jensen’s dick still inside of him as his body bends. He opens his legs wider where he’s straddling Jensen, Jensen’s hands moving to his thighs, and his own hands slide off of Jensen’s chest and onto the mattress, fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation.
Misha’s heart pounds in his chest, even though he knows he’s in good hands, but it’s the intensity of it all, his dick slipping along Jensen’s abs, the hard, lubed head of Jared’s dick rubbing up against his ass. It’s still an overwhelming feeling, the push of another dick where he’s already filled by one. He clenches and shudders, and Jensen grunts and bucks while Jared backs away, long, slim fingers playing where the head of his dick already slicked Misha up.
“You can take it,” Jared whispers, fingers sliding over Jensen’s dick and inside Misha. “I know you can. You’ve done it before.”
“Alright?” Jensen asks, all quiet and calm, but when Misha finally opens his eyes, he can see how flushed and strung-out Jensen really is. Jensen’s fingers give Misha’s thighs a squeeze, and Misha nods, gasping at how soon that nod is followed by Jared’s fingers slipping out and his dick pushing in.
Jensen soothes and shushes Misha when he moans and leans further forward, dick twitching over Jensen’s skin. “You’re alright,” Jensen says, voice washing over Misha and helping him relax; helping him to let Jared in, too. “Shh, that’s it, you’re alright, almost there.”
That last calming notion is ended with a curse, and Misha’s never understood how Jensen keeps it together, anyway, Jared’s dick thrusting against his inside of one body. But Misha knows it’s for him, and he’s grateful, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing again as Jared settles, giving him time to adjust to being stretched so wide, so open, and so fucking full.
Jared lets go of a satisfied sigh until he’s sucking in a breath, hand reaching around Misha and rubbing over Misha’s chest as Misha starts to lose it, starts to slide, trembling and trying so desperately to clench around the two dicks inside of him. “No, no, shh, not yet,” Jared says in a rush, quieting Misha’s whimper, because Misha isn’t ready, and he should know better by now, but he’s still trying to process this. “Easy.” Jared presses in deeper, and Misha can feel Jared’s muscles tensed and poised, ready to pull out and shove back in again. “Easy.”
“Open your eyes,” Jensen murmurs, hands rubbing along Misha’s thighs, and Misha resists at first, because there’s no way he can get through this if he sees the look in Jensen’s eyes, but Jensen still manages to convince him. “Mish, please, open your eyes.” Misha lets his eyes slip open a little. “Good.” He can hear the smile, the praise in Jensen’s voice, and he shudders. “Look at me.”
It’s encouraging now, and Misha opens his eyes up the rest of the way, staring down into Jensen’s. Jensen’s expression is safe and calm, just for him, and it doesn’t send him spinning out of control. It anchors him, and Jensen gives him a small, tight smile that falters the first time Jared pulls back and thrusts against him, into Misha. Misha gasps and tries to slide his knees out further to accommodate the girth of both men, the pressure and the strength of Jared’s thrusts.
Jensen’s eyes close and his brows draw together as his mouth drops open a moan, Jared grunting and adjusting position to start a slow, halting rhythm, everything so close and tight. Misha can’t even imagine what it must feel like to them; can’t imagine how they even last. He cries out when Jared loses it and slams into him with a hard drive of his hips, Jared’s dick forcing into him a little too roughly, and Jared gets it. The palm of Jared’s hand presses against Misha’s chest again, lips leaving an apologetic, chaste kiss on Misha’s shoulder as Jared’s dick slowly drags back out of Misha’s body, just the head teasing him and Jensen, who squirms beneath Misha, face and chest flushed. But Misha feels the change, feels the love - if he can dare to call it that - knowing that these men who toy with him every day are so willing to take care of him beneath it all. At times like this, Misha’s usually beyond coherent thinking, but it still manages to hit him that he trusts Jared, of all people, to take control of him; to handle both of them, together, with care.
The thrusts are smoother, gentler now, Jensen shuddering against the friction, and Misha beginning to moan and whine like the fucking whore he is between them, but it’s okay. Jensen’s hands move up to Misha’s arms and gently pull him forward, down, closer. It opens Misha up wider for the two men inside him, and it gives Jensen the opportunity to nuzzle, kiss, and comfort Misha as he jerks and spills pre-come over Jensen’s abs. “Good,” Jensen murmurs again. “Good boy.” Misha whimpers and lifts up again, twisting to look over his shoulder at Jared.
Jared looks lost, only concentrating on the pleasure and lust, hissing when Misha tightens up on them both. He catches Misha’s eye and gives him a cocky smile, hand gripping Misha’s shoulder while he fucks him, leaning in all close to whisper, “You feel amazing.” Misha opens his mouth, but his answer is lost when Jensen’s hand wraps around his dick, attention snapped to the shock that runs down his spine, balls already pulling tight. He’s almost unaware of what happens then, feeling so fucking exposed, ripped open, hot, hushed encouragement coming from both of them while they push and grind and fuck him together, Jensen’s hand gripping and jerking faster.
When Misha comes, he’s unaware of the sounds he makes, but he hears both Jared and Jensen cry out as he shakes and spasms. He’s at their mercy, even though they’ve stopped moving, both of them just spreading him as wide as possible, shoved in deep. When he manages to look down, he sees Jensen still jerking him through it, streaks of white covering Jensen’s torso, and he jerks in Jensen’s hand, the feeling almost painful. He can see the bliss and hunger on Jensen’s face, and he’s been with them long enough to know that Jensen’s as dirty as they come, and he loves to be covered in it.
Jared gives a few more helpless thrusts and pulls out, leaving Jensen gasping and pressing down on Misha’s thighs as he thrusts up into him and comes, arching, head thrown back on the pillows. Misha groans, grits his teeth and takes the extra stimulation, the strong pulse of Jensen’s dick, and the warmth that fills him.
Misha’s not even sure he’s breathing when Jensen suddenly pulls out and Jared throws him down on his back. He’s straddling Misha’s chest, moaning and jerking his cock, flushed and sweaty and almost there. Misha’s obedient, waiting with his mouth wide open, but so is Jared, pulling out and coming on Misha’s face just like Misha told him to before they’d even gotten started. Jared’s free hand fists in Misha’s hair and forces Misha’s head back a little, and then he’s coming, thick streaks slicking up Misha’s cheek, his jaw, the rest pooling on his tongue. He waits for Jared to finish and swallows what he has in his mouth, savoring the salty-sweet taste of it. Jared flops next to Misha and slides his thumb through the come on Misha’s face, pushing it into Misha’s mouth. Misha sighs, eyes closing, and gently sucks and swallows, only opening his eyes again when he feels Jared roll away and hears Jensen groan. What he sees is Jared cleaning Jensen up, holding Jensen down while he licks Misha’s come from Jensen’s body.
He’s never been so tired or satisfied, once they’ve all calmed down, breathing and heartbeats returning to normal. And then they pull him close, surround him, and he’s never felt more at home."
Also, I'm sort of managing to still write (and, maybe re-write, since I lost a ton of stuff), and, for some reason, this random awful porn came out, because I guess that's what I do. And I can't come up with a title right now without being cheesy or lolsy, like, "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun!" So, I'm just not doing it.
Also (2), Show is the best ever, y/y?
I ♥ you guys. And I need to upload more icons.
Title: The Untitled DP Fic
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / J2/Misha
Prompt: 034. Not Enough.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,638
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um, it's filthy? DP, lots of...fluids.
Summary: Misha maybe might sort of be into DP and love J2, or something, idk.
It’s not that one isn’t enough. Not exactly. Misha doesn’t always need more to be satisfied. But when it’s them, it’s different.
He’s aware of just how fucked he is, both literally and figuratively. To an outsider, it seems odd, maybe wrong, that he’s older, more experienced, and yet they use him, because he’s new. He’s the butt of their jokes and the victim of their pranks, and he just takes it and keeps coming back for more, even if he has made them pay a couple of times.
But it’s not like that. Not for him. Because he knows them, and he knows how they feel, how they show affection, and how they crave him as much as he does them. It’s not being used. It’s being satisfied. And, at times, though he might not admit it aloud, it goes even beyond that.
The first time it happened, it was a surprise. Spur of the moment, heat of the moment. And he trusted them, just like he will now, when he expects it.
Misha’s hands are planted on Jensen’s chest, anchoring him, Jensen’s hands on his hips. He’s breathing evenly, eyes closing on the vision of Jensen below him, because he can’t go too far, not yet. His hands slip a little when his hips cant forward and Jensen thrusts in a little deeper. He feels Jensen’s nipples under his thumbs, and he gasps and tries to keep from clenching and losing the slow rhythm they have building, waiting for more.
For all that Misha wants it, he doesn’t feel the mattress dip when it does, but he knows the feel of Jared’s palm flat against his back. It presses, pushes, and Misha breathes deeply and relents, eyes still closed as Jared pushes him forward, Jensen’s dick still inside of him as his body bends. He opens his legs wider where he’s straddling Jensen, Jensen’s hands moving to his thighs, and his own hands slide off of Jensen’s chest and onto the mattress, fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation.
Misha’s heart pounds in his chest, even though he knows he’s in good hands, but it’s the intensity of it all, his dick slipping along Jensen’s abs, the hard, lubed head of Jared’s dick rubbing up against his ass. It’s still an overwhelming feeling, the push of another dick where he’s already filled by one. He clenches and shudders, and Jensen grunts and bucks while Jared backs away, long, slim fingers playing where the head of his dick already slicked Misha up.
“You can take it,” Jared whispers, fingers sliding over Jensen’s dick and inside Misha. “I know you can. You’ve done it before.”
“Alright?” Jensen asks, all quiet and calm, but when Misha finally opens his eyes, he can see how flushed and strung-out Jensen really is. Jensen’s fingers give Misha’s thighs a squeeze, and Misha nods, gasping at how soon that nod is followed by Jared’s fingers slipping out and his dick pushing in.
Jensen soothes and shushes Misha when he moans and leans further forward, dick twitching over Jensen’s skin. “You’re alright,” Jensen says, voice washing over Misha and helping him relax; helping him to let Jared in, too. “Shh, that’s it, you’re alright, almost there.”
That last calming notion is ended with a curse, and Misha’s never understood how Jensen keeps it together, anyway, Jared’s dick thrusting against his inside of one body. But Misha knows it’s for him, and he’s grateful, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing again as Jared settles, giving him time to adjust to being stretched so wide, so open, and so fucking full.
Jared lets go of a satisfied sigh until he’s sucking in a breath, hand reaching around Misha and rubbing over Misha’s chest as Misha starts to lose it, starts to slide, trembling and trying so desperately to clench around the two dicks inside of him. “No, no, shh, not yet,” Jared says in a rush, quieting Misha’s whimper, because Misha isn’t ready, and he should know better by now, but he’s still trying to process this. “Easy.” Jared presses in deeper, and Misha can feel Jared’s muscles tensed and poised, ready to pull out and shove back in again. “Easy.”
“Open your eyes,” Jensen murmurs, hands rubbing along Misha’s thighs, and Misha resists at first, because there’s no way he can get through this if he sees the look in Jensen’s eyes, but Jensen still manages to convince him. “Mish, please, open your eyes.” Misha lets his eyes slip open a little. “Good.” He can hear the smile, the praise in Jensen’s voice, and he shudders. “Look at me.”
It’s encouraging now, and Misha opens his eyes up the rest of the way, staring down into Jensen’s. Jensen’s expression is safe and calm, just for him, and it doesn’t send him spinning out of control. It anchors him, and Jensen gives him a small, tight smile that falters the first time Jared pulls back and thrusts against him, into Misha. Misha gasps and tries to slide his knees out further to accommodate the girth of both men, the pressure and the strength of Jared’s thrusts.
Jensen’s eyes close and his brows draw together as his mouth drops open a moan, Jared grunting and adjusting position to start a slow, halting rhythm, everything so close and tight. Misha can’t even imagine what it must feel like to them; can’t imagine how they even last. He cries out when Jared loses it and slams into him with a hard drive of his hips, Jared’s dick forcing into him a little too roughly, and Jared gets it. The palm of Jared’s hand presses against Misha’s chest again, lips leaving an apologetic, chaste kiss on Misha’s shoulder as Jared’s dick slowly drags back out of Misha’s body, just the head teasing him and Jensen, who squirms beneath Misha, face and chest flushed. But Misha feels the change, feels the love - if he can dare to call it that - knowing that these men who toy with him every day are so willing to take care of him beneath it all. At times like this, Misha’s usually beyond coherent thinking, but it still manages to hit him that he trusts Jared, of all people, to take control of him; to handle both of them, together, with care.
The thrusts are smoother, gentler now, Jensen shuddering against the friction, and Misha beginning to moan and whine like the fucking whore he is between them, but it’s okay. Jensen’s hands move up to Misha’s arms and gently pull him forward, down, closer. It opens Misha up wider for the two men inside him, and it gives Jensen the opportunity to nuzzle, kiss, and comfort Misha as he jerks and spills pre-come over Jensen’s abs. “Good,” Jensen murmurs again. “Good boy.” Misha whimpers and lifts up again, twisting to look over his shoulder at Jared.
Jared looks lost, only concentrating on the pleasure and lust, hissing when Misha tightens up on them both. He catches Misha’s eye and gives him a cocky smile, hand gripping Misha’s shoulder while he fucks him, leaning in all close to whisper, “You feel amazing.” Misha opens his mouth, but his answer is lost when Jensen’s hand wraps around his dick, attention snapped to the shock that runs down his spine, balls already pulling tight. He’s almost unaware of what happens then, feeling so fucking exposed, ripped open, hot, hushed encouragement coming from both of them while they push and grind and fuck him together, Jensen’s hand gripping and jerking faster.
When Misha comes, he’s unaware of the sounds he makes, but he hears both Jared and Jensen cry out as he shakes and spasms. He’s at their mercy, even though they’ve stopped moving, both of them just spreading him as wide as possible, shoved in deep. When he manages to look down, he sees Jensen still jerking him through it, streaks of white covering Jensen’s torso, and he jerks in Jensen’s hand, the feeling almost painful. He can see the bliss and hunger on Jensen’s face, and he’s been with them long enough to know that Jensen’s as dirty as they come, and he loves to be covered in it.
Jared gives a few more helpless thrusts and pulls out, leaving Jensen gasping and pressing down on Misha’s thighs as he thrusts up into him and comes, arching, head thrown back on the pillows. Misha groans, grits his teeth and takes the extra stimulation, the strong pulse of Jensen’s dick, and the warmth that fills him.
Misha’s not even sure he’s breathing when Jensen suddenly pulls out and Jared throws him down on his back. He’s straddling Misha’s chest, moaning and jerking his cock, flushed and sweaty and almost there. Misha’s obedient, waiting with his mouth wide open, but so is Jared, pulling out and coming on Misha’s face just like Misha told him to before they’d even gotten started. Jared’s free hand fists in Misha’s hair and forces Misha’s head back a little, and then he’s coming, thick streaks slicking up Misha’s cheek, his jaw, the rest pooling on his tongue. He waits for Jared to finish and swallows what he has in his mouth, savoring the salty-sweet taste of it. Jared flops next to Misha and slides his thumb through the come on Misha’s face, pushing it into Misha’s mouth. Misha sighs, eyes closing, and gently sucks and swallows, only opening his eyes again when he feels Jared roll away and hears Jensen groan. What he sees is Jared cleaning Jensen up, holding Jensen down while he licks Misha’s come from Jensen’s body.
He’s never been so tired or satisfied, once they’ve all calmed down, breathing and heartbeats returning to normal. And then they pull him close, surround him, and he’s never felt more at home."