FIC: Invincible (Jackson/himself) NC-17
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tourdefierce's birthday and I figured I'd pop my Teen Wolf fandom cherry for the occasion with this tiny little fic.
Title: Invincible
Author:marguerite_26
Rating: NC-17
Fandom, Pairings: Teen Wolf, Jackson/himself
Word Count: 430 exactly (according to Word)
Content Notes/kinks: pre-S1, wanking
Author's Notes: Fortourdefierce. Happy Birthday. The prompts I picked: Jackson/himself, home, 430 word. Thank you to faithwood for the beta read.
It felt different walking into his bedroom that night, like he’d morphed from that morning, transformed from a kid into something new. He tossed his lacrosse bag to the floor and stretched; his muscles ached nicely from the strain of the first game of the year.
He turned and locked his door.
Stripping off, he stood before the full-length mirror by his closet. His eyes traced the sculpted muscles he’d worked hours every day that summer to achieve. His body was a masterpiece. There was a bruise on his shoulder from the foul the burly defensemen had given him and a scratch across his side from a tackle that had ended with a stick catching him across the middle. The marks only made him look stronger, like he was invincible. He felt every inch of it right now.
He smirked.
His eyes traveled down to his thick cock. It swung heavily between his legs as he stepped closer to the mirror. A hard fought game always did this to him, a win even more so. But tonight was special. He’d been pumped up on adrenaline since the first whistle, half-hard since his first goal.
He’d ignored it and left himself untouched in the post-game shower. When Danny had teased him about the tent in his towel, Jackson had just shrugged like it wasn’t important. He’d rather wait.
He pulled his crumpled, still sweat-damp jersey from his bag and slipped it over his head. It smelled of the thrill of the win, of being the best. His nostrils flared and his cock bobbed against his thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, knowing this would be quick. Already he was shaking. His free hand rose up to his jersey and his fingers curled around the white letter C, newly added to the shoulder.
“You’re captain now, Whittemore,” Coach had said before the game, “don’t let us down.”
Jackson pumped his cock, letting the words swirl in his head. Finally, fuck. His forearm burned, the exhausted muscles protesting the abuse as he sped up. He twisted his fist roughly around the head, thumbing the slit as remembered the feel of his team hoisting him in the air after he’d scored the winning goal in the last seconds of the game. Finally, he’d done it.
He came, spattering the mirror in creamy white strips. He laughed as he caught his breath. “Invincible,” he whispered and smeared the come over the mirror, blurring his reflection.
This was his year. It would be the best year of his life, nothing was going to stop that.
tourdefierce's birthday and I figured I'd pop my Teen Wolf fandom cherry for the occasion with this tiny little fic.Title: Invincible
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: NC-17
Fandom, Pairings: Teen Wolf, Jackson/himself
Word Count: 430 exactly (according to Word)
Content Notes/kinks: pre-S1, wanking
Author's Notes: For
tourdefierce. Happy Birthday. The prompts I picked: Jackson/himself, home, 430 word. Thank you to faithwood for the beta read.It felt different walking into his bedroom that night, like he’d morphed from that morning, transformed from a kid into something new. He tossed his lacrosse bag to the floor and stretched; his muscles ached nicely from the strain of the first game of the year.
He turned and locked his door.
Stripping off, he stood before the full-length mirror by his closet. His eyes traced the sculpted muscles he’d worked hours every day that summer to achieve. His body was a masterpiece. There was a bruise on his shoulder from the foul the burly defensemen had given him and a scratch across his side from a tackle that had ended with a stick catching him across the middle. The marks only made him look stronger, like he was invincible. He felt every inch of it right now.
He smirked.
His eyes traveled down to his thick cock. It swung heavily between his legs as he stepped closer to the mirror. A hard fought game always did this to him, a win even more so. But tonight was special. He’d been pumped up on adrenaline since the first whistle, half-hard since his first goal.
He’d ignored it and left himself untouched in the post-game shower. When Danny had teased him about the tent in his towel, Jackson had just shrugged like it wasn’t important. He’d rather wait.
He pulled his crumpled, still sweat-damp jersey from his bag and slipped it over his head. It smelled of the thrill of the win, of being the best. His nostrils flared and his cock bobbed against his thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, knowing this would be quick. Already he was shaking. His free hand rose up to his jersey and his fingers curled around the white letter C, newly added to the shoulder.
“You’re captain now, Whittemore,” Coach had said before the game, “don’t let us down.”
Jackson pumped his cock, letting the words swirl in his head. Finally, fuck. His forearm burned, the exhausted muscles protesting the abuse as he sped up. He twisted his fist roughly around the head, thumbing the slit as remembered the feel of his team hoisting him in the air after he’d scored the winning goal in the last seconds of the game. Finally, he’d done it.
He came, spattering the mirror in creamy white strips. He laughed as he caught his breath. “Invincible,” he whispered and smeared the come over the mirror, blurring his reflection.
This was his year. It would be the best year of his life, nothing was going to stop that.