Satisfaction
Title: Satisfaction
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 085. She.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,388
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A (sort of) threesome. And Jensen being a possessive bastard.
Summary: I don't know how to summarize this. Um. Jared/Genevieve. Pissed off, jealous, possessive!Jensen. Jensen agrees to a threesome just to stake his claim on Jared. Jensen really is a possessive bastard.
Disclaimer: I'm not even sure where this thought came from, so don't look at me.
Author's Notes: This is for the Possessive is the word! challenge over at topjensen_dean. I was going to submit the western for that, but it's not quite ready yet. I know, I know, it should be. I'm a lazy bitch. But, uh...at least I have this?
He’s burning from the inside out, but he’s not wondering how he got himself into this mess. He’s watching, seething, waiting for the right moment, his moment.
They did this. They invited him into their bedroom, asked him for this one favor. It was what she’d wanted, two men at the same time, and Jared was always such a doting boyfriend with his girls. He’d fallen under her spell, and he’d do whatever she asked, just like Sam had with Ruby. Jensen never thought he’d see such fiction become truth.
He’s there, with them, naked and hard, because they trusted him. He was their go-to guy, their safe bet for a one-time threesome. They didn’t know, didn’t see the darkness inside him, the fire beneath his skin. His insides were charred the moment Jared had chosen her, and he’d steeped in his anger, waiting for his moment to strike and claim Jared for his own.
They’d never been together, though Jensen thought it was inevitable. He could feel it happening, could taste how close they were to crossing that line and moving past friendship. And then she’d come along and ruined everything. She’d stolen from him, and Jensen just couldn’t let that happen.
And then Jared had come to him, asking and explaining, looking hopeful and apologetic. And Jensen had agreed. He’d agreed, as if he were giving them something, doing something for them.
He’s behind her now, watching. She’s down on all fours, Jared kneeling on the bed in front of her, hands twisting in her hair as she sucks him, tiny little hand gripping the base and jacking while her head bobs over the rest. She knows Jensen’s behind her, and she pushes back in his direction a bit, moaning. He knows what she wants, knows what they both expect of him. He can see her glistening in the barely lit room, already wet for him. He hasn’t even touched her once.
He looks up to meet Jared’s eyes, but the hazel slits are just closing, squeezing shut as he moans out a name that hits entirely too close to home.
“Gen…”
Jensen feels his cock twitch, feels the fire inside of him build and spread, reaching into every corner and crevice of his body, threatening to explode. His vision’s damn near red when she lifts off of Jared’s cock to look up at him, still stroking along his length. Jensen touches her for the first time, leaning over her and wrapping an arm around her waist, lifting her up with him as he sits back as if she’s nothing more than a paper doll.
She gasps as she’s unexpectedly pulled away from Jared, and Jared just groans and watches, gripping himself and waiting for what happens next. She’s settling against Jensen’s body, and his cock brushes against her ass. She gasps and moans, shivering in his arms as she tries to lift up and push back, tries to rock against him and take him inside of her. He feels heat and moisture, and then he’s turning her around and dropping her back on the bed, pinning her arms above her head. She looks up at him, breasts full and heaving, nipples hard, dark hair falling down past them. Her eyes are dark and wide, and her mouth is hanging open on excited pants, her gaze expectant. He ignores her lust, pushing down before releasing her, and turns to Jared.
Jared’s stroking himself slowly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He’s flushed and sweaty, and his dick is so full and heavy that Jensen can almost feel the ache that must be throbbing through it. He’s watching them, expecting something more, and when he meets Jensen’s eyes, his passion turns to confusion.
Jensen’s suddenly got tunnel vision, Jared the only thing he sees as he moves closer to him on his knees, the two of them kneeling in front of each other. Jared flinches back a bit, his eye’s flicking in her direction, but Jensen doesn’t even bother to look, doesn’t even care. This is it. This is where he takes what’s rightfully his. Nobody else gets this. Nobody else touches Jared, makes him moan, makes him say that name.
Jared’s eyes are back on his, and he can see that Jared’s shaking, unsure, the movement of his hand ceasing completely. Jensen takes the eye contact and holds it, keeps it there, while he reaches for Jared’s wrist, fingers closing tightly around it as he pulls it away. Jared releases his cock, allows Jensen to push his hand to fall down by his side, and swallows hard. His eyes are wide and questioning, almost afraid, and they quickly dart to her and back again. Jensen closes his hand around Jared’s shaft, and Jared jerks and gasps, mouth falling open in shock. His hands go to Jensen’s shoulders to steady himself, and Jensen hears her whimper and moan. When he finally does remember himself and chance a glance over at her, she’s watching them hungrily, one hand toying with her nipples while the other rubs at her clit. She thinks this is all part of the show, part of her personal night of pleasure. She still doesn’t understand, doesn’t see, and Jensen thinks that that’s probably better, because he’s not going to stop.
He’s got Jared in his hand, stiff and wet, and he pulls a long, slow stroke up the shaft, Jared’s fingers tightening and digging into his shoulders. He teases him, thumb and fingers playing lightly over the head of his cock, slick pulse of pre-come spilling out in response. He spreads it down over the shaft, over tight skin and thick veins, and Jared moans helplessly. Their eyes meet, and Jensen pulls again, tugs harder, and everything narrows down to this, to them, the way it should be. He can see it in Jared’s eyes, the realization and regret, and he gives another hard pull, twisting when he reaches the head, feels more heat spill out through the slit.
“You’re mine,” he says quietly, and the fire flares up inside of him again, turning his voice into a growl, cock pulsing and twitching. He hears another gasp come from her, and he doesn’t know if it’s more lust or something else, something worse, but he doesn’t care. This is all that matters.
This is all that matters, Jared’s fingertips bruising his skin and making him grit his teeth. This is all that matters, Jared clinging to him just so he can thrust forward and up, into his hand, again and again, pained and needy. This is all that matters, Jared shivering and shaking as he fucks Jensen’s fist, gives himself over to Jensen and his own hidden desires. This is all that matters, the way he moans and damn near sobs with the need to let Jensen have him, take what he wants and keep him for his own.
This is all that matters, Jared letting his head fall to the crook of Jensen’s neck as he writhes and chokes and comes so soon, all because Jensen’s touching him and not her. It’s what he wants, it’s what he’s always wanted, and the sticky heat that flows over Jensen’s fingers is his consent, his signature written all over Jensen’s body, wholly and willingly giving himself to the name he finally moans correctly and with unmistakable reverence.
“Jen…”
Jensen holds Jared close, come and sweat and skin, his balls throbbing painfully with the need to get off. His arms circle Jared’s body, claiming him, and he looks to her, daring her to come between them.
But she’s not there. She’s gone, and Jensen can’t help but feel victorious, his pulse pounding in his ears. He grips Jared’s hair and pulls, pulls him back and up, claiming him with his lips, his tongue, swallowing his gasps and moans. He explores Jared’s mouth, tastes and takes all of it, and when he’s done, he pushes Jared back on the bed and spreads him out, claiming the rest of him with his body, his fingers. And when he finally slicks himself up and pushes in, he leaves his own brand on Jared’s insides, where no one else can see it or wipe it away. It’s still there, lingering, when he pulls out. And Jensen’s never felt so satisfied.
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 085. She.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 1,388
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A (sort of) threesome. And Jensen being a possessive bastard.
Summary: I don't know how to summarize this. Um. Jared/Genevieve. Pissed off, jealous, possessive!Jensen. Jensen agrees to a threesome just to stake his claim on Jared. Jensen really is a possessive bastard.
Disclaimer: I'm not even sure where this thought came from, so don't look at me.
Author's Notes: This is for the Possessive is the word! challenge over at topjensen_dean. I was going to submit the western for that, but it's not quite ready yet. I know, I know, it should be. I'm a lazy bitch. But, uh...at least I have this?
He’s burning from the inside out, but he’s not wondering how he got himself into this mess. He’s watching, seething, waiting for the right moment, his moment.
They did this. They invited him into their bedroom, asked him for this one favor. It was what she’d wanted, two men at the same time, and Jared was always such a doting boyfriend with his girls. He’d fallen under her spell, and he’d do whatever she asked, just like Sam had with Ruby. Jensen never thought he’d see such fiction become truth.
He’s there, with them, naked and hard, because they trusted him. He was their go-to guy, their safe bet for a one-time threesome. They didn’t know, didn’t see the darkness inside him, the fire beneath his skin. His insides were charred the moment Jared had chosen her, and he’d steeped in his anger, waiting for his moment to strike and claim Jared for his own.
They’d never been together, though Jensen thought it was inevitable. He could feel it happening, could taste how close they were to crossing that line and moving past friendship. And then she’d come along and ruined everything. She’d stolen from him, and Jensen just couldn’t let that happen.
And then Jared had come to him, asking and explaining, looking hopeful and apologetic. And Jensen had agreed. He’d agreed, as if he were giving them something, doing something for them.
He’s behind her now, watching. She’s down on all fours, Jared kneeling on the bed in front of her, hands twisting in her hair as she sucks him, tiny little hand gripping the base and jacking while her head bobs over the rest. She knows Jensen’s behind her, and she pushes back in his direction a bit, moaning. He knows what she wants, knows what they both expect of him. He can see her glistening in the barely lit room, already wet for him. He hasn’t even touched her once.
He looks up to meet Jared’s eyes, but the hazel slits are just closing, squeezing shut as he moans out a name that hits entirely too close to home.
“Gen…”
Jensen feels his cock twitch, feels the fire inside of him build and spread, reaching into every corner and crevice of his body, threatening to explode. His vision’s damn near red when she lifts off of Jared’s cock to look up at him, still stroking along his length. Jensen touches her for the first time, leaning over her and wrapping an arm around her waist, lifting her up with him as he sits back as if she’s nothing more than a paper doll.
She gasps as she’s unexpectedly pulled away from Jared, and Jared just groans and watches, gripping himself and waiting for what happens next. She’s settling against Jensen’s body, and his cock brushes against her ass. She gasps and moans, shivering in his arms as she tries to lift up and push back, tries to rock against him and take him inside of her. He feels heat and moisture, and then he’s turning her around and dropping her back on the bed, pinning her arms above her head. She looks up at him, breasts full and heaving, nipples hard, dark hair falling down past them. Her eyes are dark and wide, and her mouth is hanging open on excited pants, her gaze expectant. He ignores her lust, pushing down before releasing her, and turns to Jared.
Jared’s stroking himself slowly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He’s flushed and sweaty, and his dick is so full and heavy that Jensen can almost feel the ache that must be throbbing through it. He’s watching them, expecting something more, and when he meets Jensen’s eyes, his passion turns to confusion.
Jensen’s suddenly got tunnel vision, Jared the only thing he sees as he moves closer to him on his knees, the two of them kneeling in front of each other. Jared flinches back a bit, his eye’s flicking in her direction, but Jensen doesn’t even bother to look, doesn’t even care. This is it. This is where he takes what’s rightfully his. Nobody else gets this. Nobody else touches Jared, makes him moan, makes him say that name.
Jared’s eyes are back on his, and he can see that Jared’s shaking, unsure, the movement of his hand ceasing completely. Jensen takes the eye contact and holds it, keeps it there, while he reaches for Jared’s wrist, fingers closing tightly around it as he pulls it away. Jared releases his cock, allows Jensen to push his hand to fall down by his side, and swallows hard. His eyes are wide and questioning, almost afraid, and they quickly dart to her and back again. Jensen closes his hand around Jared’s shaft, and Jared jerks and gasps, mouth falling open in shock. His hands go to Jensen’s shoulders to steady himself, and Jensen hears her whimper and moan. When he finally does remember himself and chance a glance over at her, she’s watching them hungrily, one hand toying with her nipples while the other rubs at her clit. She thinks this is all part of the show, part of her personal night of pleasure. She still doesn’t understand, doesn’t see, and Jensen thinks that that’s probably better, because he’s not going to stop.
He’s got Jared in his hand, stiff and wet, and he pulls a long, slow stroke up the shaft, Jared’s fingers tightening and digging into his shoulders. He teases him, thumb and fingers playing lightly over the head of his cock, slick pulse of pre-come spilling out in response. He spreads it down over the shaft, over tight skin and thick veins, and Jared moans helplessly. Their eyes meet, and Jensen pulls again, tugs harder, and everything narrows down to this, to them, the way it should be. He can see it in Jared’s eyes, the realization and regret, and he gives another hard pull, twisting when he reaches the head, feels more heat spill out through the slit.
“You’re mine,” he says quietly, and the fire flares up inside of him again, turning his voice into a growl, cock pulsing and twitching. He hears another gasp come from her, and he doesn’t know if it’s more lust or something else, something worse, but he doesn’t care. This is all that matters.
This is all that matters, Jared’s fingertips bruising his skin and making him grit his teeth. This is all that matters, Jared clinging to him just so he can thrust forward and up, into his hand, again and again, pained and needy. This is all that matters, Jared shivering and shaking as he fucks Jensen’s fist, gives himself over to Jensen and his own hidden desires. This is all that matters, the way he moans and damn near sobs with the need to let Jensen have him, take what he wants and keep him for his own.
This is all that matters, Jared letting his head fall to the crook of Jensen’s neck as he writhes and chokes and comes so soon, all because Jensen’s touching him and not her. It’s what he wants, it’s what he’s always wanted, and the sticky heat that flows over Jensen’s fingers is his consent, his signature written all over Jensen’s body, wholly and willingly giving himself to the name he finally moans correctly and with unmistakable reverence.
“Jen…”
Jensen holds Jared close, come and sweat and skin, his balls throbbing painfully with the need to get off. His arms circle Jared’s body, claiming him, and he looks to her, daring her to come between them.
But she’s not there. She’s gone, and Jensen can’t help but feel victorious, his pulse pounding in his ears. He grips Jared’s hair and pulls, pulls him back and up, claiming him with his lips, his tongue, swallowing his gasps and moans. He explores Jared’s mouth, tastes and takes all of it, and when he’s done, he pushes Jared back on the bed and spreads him out, claiming the rest of him with his body, his fingers. And when he finally slicks himself up and pushes in, he leaves his own brand on Jared’s insides, where no one else can see it or wipe it away. It’s still there, lingering, when he pulls out. And Jensen’s never felt so satisfied.