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Eating Out - NC-17 - Jared/Sandy.
Title: Eating Out
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cherryscott
Fandom: SPN RPF
Pairing: Jared Padalecki / Sandy McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 895
Summary: Jared really likes to eat out. Sandy, that is.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's all FICTION. No defamation intended; it's just for fantasy's sake, and for fun.
Notes: I've been on a het kick lately, het oral especially. And this was inspired by the maybe-engagement ring seen on Sandy's hand in the TCA pics. So, um. Gratuitous oral sex herein.
Jared eats her like it's going out of style.
Sandy's never been with a man who likes eating pussy that much, but from the very first time their flirting on set turned to a quick tryst behind one of the trailers, Jared's gone to his knees every time.
His favorite way to do it is with her standing up, leaning against something, one of her long, long dancer's legs thrown over one of his shoulders. He presses in close and he's so tall that her thigh and groin muscles stretch, her knee pushed upward at a sharp angle, the position spreading her pussy wide for the lick and flick of his tongue.
Jared dives in head first and doesn't come up for air and nothing makes her come harder than when he looks up at her, face shiny with her, and even though she can't see his lips curl, she can see the smile in his eyes.
He never asks for head in return and when she does give it - she doesn't like to do it often because her mouth is tiny and his cock is huge - he never makes her swallow, just pets her hair and cups a giant hand against the crown of her skull while she turns to spit into the empty styrofoam cup from wherever they ate lunch at and says, "My turn."
Sometimes he talks dirty to her, calls it her cunt instead of her pussy, slurps and licks and buries three fingers in her as he forms tight suction around her clit and sucks until she screams and throws her head back, tiny hands fisting in his dark hair.
Sometimes he lays her out in bed and buries his face between her legs for hours, lapping everywhere but at her clit, keeping her on edge but making her wait until she's soaked a huge spot on the sheets with all the wetness seeping from her pussy to drip down onto the bedclothes. He makes her come with one little wiggle of tongue against her clit and then presses his face to the sheets, sucking her fluids from the fabric.
When he climbs up her body to kiss her, she tastes laundry detergent and after that, she has to do her laundry in the middle of the night so that no one in her building will see her bent over the dryer, one palm against the top while the other slips into her terrycloth shorts, quick and precise.
And then sometimes it's so intense that her thighs snap shut around his face like a bear trap, squeezing, pussy practically smothering him until she stops coming and lets him breathe. It's those times when just her legs around him make him come against the bed and even though he won't be ready to fuck her for another two hours, he takes care of her just the same, slipping a dildo from the drawer beside the bed, sucking it between his lips to wet it even though it'll slide right in.
He fucks her slow, deep, whispering against her belly how good she tastes and how he wants to make her come for the rest of his life. The toy inside her isn't enough, but she comes again when he uses the tip of his tongue, still covered in her juices, to write his name across her abdomen, branding her.
She wonders if it's going to get old, if he's going to get tired of doing it and move on to something new. She's wondered for three years, but every time they're together, Jared goes down and he doesn't come back up until the only word left in her vocabulary is Jared.
They spend more time apart these days, Jared in Canada and Sandy in LA, but without fail, every time she starts getting down and really missing him, he always calls and spends more than an hour detailing over the phone just how he's going to eat her out when he sees her again. It's comforting and maybe it's weird, but it's their routine and Sandy knows that no one else is ever going to fit her the way Jared does. Perfectly, every time.
So when they fly to Maui just after Jared finishes filming The Christmas Cottage and he proposes to her as they sit on their balcony after dark and sip stupid fruity daiquiris with tiny umbrellas and pieces of fruit speared with little plastic swords, Sandy throws herself into his lap and kisses him hard.
Jared just holds onto her for the longest time, his nose pressed into her hair, but then she hears the clatter of Jared's glass hitting the table and before she knows it, he's on the floor, grinning up at her.
It hits her then, low and sweet in the pit of her stomach.
She's got the rest of her life to look forward to this and she just can't wait.
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