Always Keep Fighting (Jared Padalecki Fanfic)

Chapter 11

MATURE CONTENT!!

Kylie POV

We were almost done with filming for the season and I was getting antsy. Jared and I had been together for eight months now. It has been the most amazing time of my life and I couldn't be happier. Jared treated me like a princess and I always had really good days on set. The way the season was going, things were going to get crazy. Fans seemed to love Abby and I think they were happy that I wasn't in the way of Sam or Dean. The same could be said for real life. People loved Jared and I together and sometimes we did panels together at Cons, and they were always my favorites.

Today Jared and I were going on a much-needed date, and I was so excited. We didn't have time for dates, and when we did we were both often too tired to do anything other than lounge around the house. I was standing in the bedroom, staring at the closet, wishing something would magically appear to me. I rummaged through my closet until I found a perfect option. It was all black, made out of a neoprene like material, and had a peplum at the waist. It wasn't too low cut, but it was enough that I think Jared would like it, and I still felt comfortable.

I laid the dress on the bed, and headed into the shower. I exfoliated, shaved and made sure that I was clean and fresh. Then I wrapped my hair up in a towel and began drying myself off. I had this problem with not being dry when I was getting dressed; so I made sure that all of my skin was bone dry before I changed into my white, silken robe. I then took my hair down, so I could comb it and begin working it with a dryer. I rubbed some heat protectant through it, so I could blow dry it and then straighten it, without ruining my hair too much. After my hair was pin straight, headed over to the little vanity that we had set up in the guest room, so I could do my makeup.

I sat down and applied foundation all over my face and neck, as not to make a line. I then focused on my eyes. Jared had told me countless times that my eyes were his favorite color, so I wanted to make them pop. I rimmed my water line with black eyeliner, making sure to wing it a little at the end. I then applied a brown shadow, with a darker highlight, and then lined that with black, so it met the wing I had made on the bottom. Add mascara, blush, and a red lipstick, and I was done with my face. I checked the clock and we were leaving the house at seven and it was six thirty. I got back to the bedroom and began getting dressed. Once that was done, I headed downstairs to find Jared waiting for me.

I gasped at the sight of him, and he did the same for me. He was wearing a black button up that hugged all the right places along with a very nice looking black blazer. His pants fit him perfectly, and as I was ogling him, I could feel him doing the same thing to me. After we were both done with our ogling, we headed outside to find a limo waiting for us. I looked up at him and he grinned sheepishly. We got in and immediately he handed me a glass of champagne. I quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Already? We haven't even eaten."

"It's our eight month anniversary. We deserve it," he told me.

"Yeah. We do, don't we?" I replied and downed my glass.

When we arrived at the front desk of the restaurant, Jared said, "Reservation for two under Padalecki?"

We were immediately led to a table in the back of the restaurant, and we sat down as our glasses were filled with champagne. We toasted to us and ordered our food. I ordered a delicious pasta dish with grilled veggies on the side, and Jared ordered a hearty steak with some veggies. We both consumed copious amounts of alcohol, but we could both hold our drink so we were only buzzed. Then dessert was brought out. It was a large piece of cake, and I knew Jared was involved because it had no frosting. I hated frosting on cakes because the texture made me gag. I was enjoying my cake, when my fork hit something hard. My eyebrows wrinkled at that and after I finished the bite I had consumed, I began investigating. I saw a small glimmer from the cake and that confused me even more. Finally after I cleared away the cake, I was shocked to find a gorgeous ring sitting there. I looked up to find Jared, to find that he had moved next to my chair and he was on one knee, with a box in his hand.

"Kylie, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. In the last eight months I have gotten to know you and now I really know how special you are. I don't need to say much more, but I did want to ask you something. Will you marry me?" With that he opened the box and I saw an exact replica of the ring that was sitting on my plate. Tears were falling out of my eyes and I whispered, "Yes, I will marry you!"

His eyes lit up and he placed the ring on my left ring finger. We both stood up and he wrapped me in his arms and then placed his lips on mine. I reached up and brought his ear closer to mine and whispered, "You wanna have crazy engaged couple sex?"

When I looked into his eyes, I could see them filled with passion and lust, and I took that to mean yes. Jared left cash and a tip and I led him out of the restaurant where the limo was waiting. We both got in, and my hand began trailing over his shirt, and I could hear his breathing becoming more labored. As my hand went further down, his went further up and it was rubbing up and down my thigh.

SMUT HERE!

When we finally arrived at the house, we both ran in, and when the door finally closed, I kicked off my shoes and dragged Jared to our large-ish master bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and pulled off his blazer, and ripped open his shirt and I could see his eyes widen at my outburst. I was done waiting and I wanted it now. After his shirt was off, I ripped off my dress, and began slowly and sultrily, removing my bra. I could tell it was driving him nuts, but that just turned me on even more. I was straddling right over his member and I could feel it growing beneath my legs, so I stopped what I was doing, and began working on his belt.

Finally when his pants were off, I could really begin my work. I still had my bra on, so I sat over his ever-growing member, and began grinding my hips into it, as I continued to play with my bra. Jared's eyes were screwed shut, so I leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Open up, baby." At that his eyes shot open, his hands shot to my still fabric-covered breasts and he basically tore my bra from my body. He then grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over so he was on top. I could feel his hips rutting against me, but his attention was solely on my breasts.

His long and nimble fingers began tracing light lines over them and I was lost in the pleasure I was experiencing. Any time he would brush over my now hardened and very sensitive nipples, I would gasp and moan, and I could feel his smirk, even with closed eyes. Finally I could feel his lips capture one of them and immediately I moaned. His fingers rolled and twisted the other one, and the pleasure I was feeling was enough to make me explode, but I didn't. When he pulled his lips off of my left nipple he looked into my eyes and said, "Wouldn't want righty to get jealous now would we?" and then captured my right nipple in his lips and began rolling it between his teeth and licking it, making me very horny.

Finally, he finished playing and I could have my turn with him again. We both loved foreplay and although this was the first time we were going to have sex, I knew all of the ways to make him come without ever having to touch him down there. He was now flipped over and I was slowly kissing down his neck until I found the very sensitive spot near his Adam's apple. I slowly began biting and sucking forming a very prominent love bite there. I then began kissing down his chest, and started playing with his also hard and very sensitive nipples. I could tell he was in ecstasy and the light sheen that was forming on his forehead made me smile. After that was done I kissed down his very toned abs and when I reached the boxer line, I whisked off his briefs and his very large erection sprang to attention. I had seen it before, but it still made me gasp every time.

I ignored the member and switched my focus solely on his balls. I kissed them, licked them, sucked them, and could tell he was enjoying it because he was gasping, "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." It was then I moved up to his mouth, pulled off my panties and whispered, "Its go time." He grinned and I took that as my permission to sit on his mouth. His tongue began working me and I was feeling immense pleasure. The way his tongue darted in and out and around my nub made me want him even more, but I knew I had to let him have his moment. His hand traveled upwards as I writhed around and they grabbed onto my breasts and began just rubbing up and down. I was moaning and I could feel his lips smile beneath me. As I was about to explode, He moved me off, and rolled over to grab a condom. He rolled it on and before I could give him any sort of signal he had entered me and it was the best feeling ever. He moved in and out a few times and about the fourth time, his hit the bundle of nerves deep inside me and it made black spots dance before my vision because the pleasure was so strong. From then on, I was in and out of remembering because the pleasure was overwhelming. I do remember him releasing and then me releasing not a second later.

He pulled out and fell next to me and whispered, "There's more where that came from, fiancé."