#jensen ackles is pretty and water is wet

[cosmoseinfeld]

sometimes, i pause an episode just to stare at his beautiful face

[kickingitwithkirk]

Paschal Moon

Summary: Jensen finds crossing the tracks isn’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader

WC: 2358

Warnings: some angst, really bad punning(sorry) divorce, cheating, innuendos, cursing, reader says shit like I do IRL 😅

A/N: 10/24-I’ve fixed the grammatical errors and expanded this part, cause you know me, I can be chatty and I've written a sequel!

Square Filled: @winchesterandbeyondbingo -midnight @spnmixedbingo -secret dating @spnaubingo -wet dream @j3bingo -camping @howbadcanitbebingo -cliche galore

*Moldavite

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no Beta-all mistakes are mine

*photos found online

It was Thursday night, and once again, Jensen found himself the proverbial third wheel. The Padalecki’s meant well, dragging him everywhere with them since he filed for divorce, wanting to keep him from brooding with a bottle when not with his kids.

And it wasn’t that Jensen didn’t mind socializing. It was knowing the evening would be filled with repetitive I’m sorry, and the look of sympathy that sent him straight to the open bar first for many a shot nowadays. 

Feeling the slight buzz he needed kicking in, Jensen put on his game face and, with another tumbler of liquid courage in hand, made the rounds, chatting amicably with various groups and catching up with old friends.

Things were going pretty well until some dumb fuck turned to Genevieve, loudly blurting they’d heard Danneel making the rounds with guys with more sizable assets was the reason for the divorce pissed off her moose-sized husband, who bellows shut your unprepossessing cake hole causes a momentary distraction allowing Jensen to escape out a nearby door before punching the sonuvabitch with the double entendre himself. 

Slamming it shut, he stomped to the riverside view, wrapping both hands around the horizontal guardrail and squeezing like he was wringing a chicken's neck when the simultaneous swish of fabric and a hand holding half a glass of liquid appeared.

“Looks like you could use this more than me.” 

Jensen’s eyes met those of the tall drink of water he’d noticed throughout the evening. Looking at the glass again made her laugh, “I’m not slipping you a Mickey.” Lifting it to her lips, he watched her throat ungulate as she drank and felt Jen Jr. rising to attention. “See, Peaches, I’m not some crazy stalker.” 

Jensen takes the glass and feels a spark when their fingers brush. “Thanks, I wasn’t thinking..that.” Throwing back the rest, he appreciates the liquor's smooth slide down his throat. “It’s been a pretty shitty evening.”

“Preaching to the choir, Peaches! I came ‘cause my second cousin on my mama’s side girl broke up with him, and now I know why.” She bends over and retrieves a bottle, giving Jensen a fantastic view of her breasts artfully showcased in her cocktail dress, and pops up, pointing the bottle at him.

 “That motherfucker thought he could pimp me out for a promotion! What the hell is it with people having a ring on it?” She grabs his left wrist, tilting it so the outdoor lights glint off the wedding band he hasn’t removed yet, “Acting like this means absofuckinglutely nothing?”

“Now you’re preaching to the choir. My soon-to-be ex was doing that while I was working in Vancouver and telling everyone it’s because I’m lacking.” Jensen couldn’t stop self-dissing since catching Danneel and one of his closest friends together.

“Hoooly shit!  You’re the guy whose wife runs around saying you couldn’t find her clit with a map, GPS, or fucking bullseye paint on it!” Jensen’s eyes widened at her audacity. “Hell, most gals just use a vibrator if they wanna get off that bad. And did you just admit your package is..?” She wiggles her pinky finger while refilling the glass, “Don’t get me wrong, no shame if you know how to use it.” 

She finally noticed his expression slapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry! My mouth doesn’t know how to stop once I get started. Blame it on my upbringing.” Jensen took a drink to cover his humiliation, and a stiffener for no telling what she’d say next asked, “Upbringing?”

Removing her hand reveals a guileless smile: “You know what they say, you can take the girl outta the trailer park.” Bewilderment crossed his face to her self-deprecating response. “Yeah, I’m that relative they always warned you about.”

“Little late with the warning, sweetheart.”

She burst out laughing, and Jensen found himself doing the same.

Later

Jensen couldn’t believe it. 

In his profession, showing unscripted emotions was a sign of weakness many would exploit. Yet, here he was, a forty-three-year-old man usually in control, sitting outback of this building with a woman he’d never met before, who’d upended that control.

She was the distraction he needed before knowing it; he did something he’d never do under normal circumstances, told her everything, and got a response of, “That sucks balls, and not in a good way!”

“Kicker is; she wants alimony.”

“What a gall darn minute. You caught your almost ex doing the beast with two backs, right?” Jensen hums in response. “Peaches, I’m no lawyer, but I’d say that ain’t fucking happening,” She tips the second five-finger discounted bottle over the glass he’d again drained. “And no offense, your ex makes those whores back in Ratchet City look almost pious. Most have the decency not to fuck in your bed.”

Jensen rubbed his face, “I can’t believe I’ve told a stranger about my marital problems.”

“Sometimes it’s easier to unburden yourself to someone you don’t know.”

“I haven’t even told my family or Jared!”

“And Jared is?”

“The guy who has my back no matter what.” She ponders his response for a moment. “That’s probably why. You’re afraid that if he knows what happened, it’ll diminish how he sees you.” Jensen appeared confused. “Guys POV... if I caught my wife fucking around and saying it’s cause I couldn’t keep her satisfied in the sack, I’d not wanna discuss it either. But I know it’s,” wiggles pinky again, “Horseshit.”

“How?”

“You dress left, and I’ve never had an iPhone stand up to say hello.” Jensen struggled to formulate a coherent response. “Ahh, come on, Peaches, you know you’ve given many people wet dreams about the Ackelconda.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Cause you’ve got the juiciest peach of an ass, and I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers,” she says, winking at him, but before he responds, they hear a booming, “Jensen!” Jared appears out the side door, walking towards them. “Fuck, man, I’ve been looking all over for you!  We need to get going; it’s almost midnight.”

“Well, pooh, and here I thought I was going to get lucky,” she says as they stand up; a ringing church bell echoes across the river twelve times. “Guess it’s time to leave the ball and head back to the pumpkin patch.” 

Walked past Jared, she nodded and was almost to the open door when Jensen yelled, “Wait!” She paused as he ran over, “You can’t leave this way. I don’t even know your name.” She held out a hand, “Give me your phone.” He unlocked it and noticed her smirk while she was typing. “Give me a ring if you ever cross the tracks, Peaches." 

Both men appreciated her retreating form when Jared asked, “Who was that?” Jensen doesn’t answer until she disappears in the crowded room, then glances at the screen and gets his you’ve got to be kidding face.

“Cinderella.”

****

Weeks later

One afternoon, they were hanging out watching football, and Jared, tired of nagging Jensen about getting back on the horse and calling her, pulled out the big guns, telling him if he was going to act like a girl, maybe he should put on a skirt and call himself Jane.

That irked an inebriated Jensen, who fumbled his phone out of his pocket, pulled up her contact info…and chickened out again, tossing it on the couch. Jared saw her number on the screen and tapped call, knowing he risked getting kneed in the nads. Two rings later, her voice came through the speaker. 

“Peaches, you’re slower than molasses crawling uphill in January giving a girl a holler.” Hearing her voice mellowed Jensen, and they agreed to meet on Friday at a hole-in-the-wall for lunch where he wouldn’t be recognized.

That lunch became dinner. Dinner became bar hopping, and after indulging in one too many, they sneaked into Blue Hole Regional Park, went skinny dipping, and did things that would scare fish. Afterward, she takes him to a Waffle House, somewhere he hadn’t been in years, for a bowl of 4 AM chili.

****

Monday morning, coffeeholic Jensen grumpily fumbles around the shoebox-sized kitchen in her hundred-year-old farmhouse, searching for a mug while waiting on an aged percolator to finish.

Bending over to look in the dishwasher, he discovers one with a rainbow-maned unicorn flipping the bird, saying, I Run On Caffeine Sarcasm & Cuss Words.  Straightening up, Jensen bangs his head on an overhanging cabinet and finds the last two words apropos. Finally brewed, Jensen steps out onto the shady front porch, sipping on the dark roast, and sits in one of the old rockers, contemplating if he’s having a midlife crisis.

They were barely acquainted twenty-four hours before they got together, in the biblical sense. He heard Dean's gravelly voice telling him to stop being a dumbass, that he deserved this after the shellacking Danneel delivered the last few months.

What astounds Jensen is that when his heart broke harder than he knew it could, she was the solace he craved, and he began to believe it would mend with her.

Jensen was nervous because tonight was extra special.

A few months back, she bounded into his home excited about an upcoming celestial event and field trip her astronomy class was taking. She really, really wanted him to go, even though they agreed to keep their relationship secret until he’d finalized his divorce. It struck Jensen that it would be the perfect night to do something he’d wanted to do since their first date, so he said yes while mentally making other arrangements for the night.

****

“Peaches, this isn’t the way.”

“We’re not going there sweetheart.”

“I realize that Captain Obvious! What I want to know, wtf?!  Are you trying to get me fired? I have a class...."

“That Dr. Carnegie is graciously covering.”

“Why is..what did you do Jensen?”

“I went to the head of your department,” she groaned, “And inquired if someone else could supervise because I’d planned a special night with my girl.”

“What happened to us keeping on the DL? Carnegie is the biggest blabbermouth! Everyone on the planet’s gonna know about us by morning!”

“My divorce was finalized this morning.”

“WHAT!” she indignantly squawked. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Jensen bemusedly listened to her ongoing rant, eventually picking up her hand and kissing its back, entwining their fingers as he drove on for another hour to Inks Lake State Park. “Since when do you camp out?” She asks when he pays for an overnight camping permit. “Cause the one time I asked, you gave me stink face at the mention of a tent.”

“Since the day you bounded into my home all excited and asked me to come with you. I wanted to make tonight special.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I sincerely appreciate you compromising your creature comforts for me.” Jensen scratched the back of his head, “Well, it’s not technically camping out. I got an air mattress that fits in the truck bed.”

“I know it’s a yearly thing, so what makes this one so special?” Jensen asked as he gazed up at the moon awash with a vivid pink hue. The question made her lift her head from the telescope’s eyepiece, and an amused expression crossed her features.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson? Or do you want me to paint you like one of those French girls?” Jensen peers down at his unintentional position: one hand tucked behind his head, bowed legs splayed, one knee slightly bent, his other hand lying near the sliver of skin peeking out between his dark henley and well-worn jeans.

 “What makes this one so special?” She walks towards the truck, setting foot on the back bumper, gripping the tailgate, and hopping over it onto the mattress. “It is the moon's proximity to the earth.” She crawls forward, placing her hands on either side of his shoulders and slung a leg over Jensen’s hips, slowly sitting down. “Plus, being ultra-close, the color is so vivid that whatthehellisinyourpants!!”

Jensen quickly sits up, about to grab her waist so she doesn’t hit the sidewall, but she scoots down his legs. “That’d better be a sex toy in your pants and not Peyronie’s disease.” Jensen gave her a bewildered look. “What can I say? I like your cock as is. Curves just right for my pleasure.”

“Your mouth is gonna be the death of me..” “..but what a way to go?”

Jensen flopped on his back, groaning, “This isn’t how I imagined tonight going.” She smiled and crawled back over him, “So let’s pretend we’re on set. I’ve flubbed the scene and do another take.”

“That’s why I love you,” reaching up, Jensen tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “The fact that everything that pops into my head comes flying out of my mouth?” Jensen chuckles at her question. “Yeah, I like you, just as you are.” He reaches into the pocket she sat on, pulls out a box, and opens it, revealing the ring he’d chosen. “And would be the luckiest man alive if you’d marry me.”

Taking her left hand, he slides it on her finger, feeling apprehensive at her silence. It is almost deafening, having never known her without any response. “Getting nervous here, sweetheart,” Jensen says as he sits up. "Look, I know we’ve only been together for a short time. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way to answer right now.”

“What’s the stone?”

“Umm... it’s a Moldavite.” She gets that expression he still isn’t sure what to make of it. “I know it’s not conventional, and if you want to pick something else,” Jensen breaks off, watching her eyes fill with tears.

“You gave me this not ‘cause you’re being cheap. The stone, you knew what the significance of its origin would mean to me.” She cupped his cheek, “You’ve never put on airs with me, never been anything other than yourself. A genuine, caring, funny-as-hell doofus with a beautiful soul and I’m saying yes!”

Paschal Moon 2.0-coming 10/24

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[impala-dreamer]

Beg For It

A Short Story

~Jensen and Y/N have been apart for a while and there's one thing they've both missed.~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader

1,190 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Dom!Jensen, sub!Reader, Oral, Delicious

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Y/N licked her lips and looked up from her knees. Her pupils were wide and dark; her skin flushed with arousal. She hesitated, swallowing down the water that had collected on her tongue. Her hands jerked upwards and then settled down on her thighs as she waited.

Jensen looked down with a stern gaze, his brows furrowed, lips dusky and pursed. He blinked slowly, taking his time as he watched her. She was close to begging for it- he could tell by the twitch of her lips and the slight pout that she struggled to hide. Her eyes flickered from his face to his slacks; a move that she couldn’t hold back. He took a steady breath and lifted a brow.

“Go on,” he said, his voice a deep whispering growl that made her shudder. “Beg for it.”

Y/N’s bottom lip quivered and she tipped her head back, eyes fluttering with faux innocence.

“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”

The sweetness in her voice made Jensen’s pulse quicken. He clicked his tongue impatiently even as the blood rushed to his cock.

“I said, beg.”

Y/N squirmed, her pussy clenching at his tone. She sat up high on her knees and clasped her hands together, praying to him.

“Please… please let me suck your cock. I need it so bad, Sir. Please.” She swallowed, thick and heavy, and chewed at the corner of her mouth. “Please. It’s been so long…”

Jensen was impressed by the sparkle of tears that lined her pretty eyes. He reached down and ran his fingers across her forehead, pushing back a lost lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear.

“My sweet girl,” he sang, a hint of darkness behind his words. “Has it really been that long?”

Y/N nodded quickly and leaned into his touch, desperate to fit her head in the crest of his big palm.

“So… so long…”

He laughed darkly and withdrew, leaving her cold. She stumbled to the side but caught herself, rocking back to center.

“And do you think you deserve it?” he asked, catching her off guard.

Y/N stammered, unsure of how to answer.

Jensen took pity.

“Have you been a good girl while I’ve been away?”

She nodded quickly. “Oh, yes. So good.”

Her lips were shining and he lost himself for a moment, remembering the feel of her mouth on his flesh, the tight pull of her lips, the warmth of her throat. A growl rumbled through his chest and Jensen pushed his hips forward an inch, just enough to draw her eyes back to the thickness in his slacks.

Y/N whimpered and he nodded slowly.

“Go ahead. I think you’ve earned it.”

A smile broke free across her face and Y/N beamed up at him. “Thank you, Sir.” With hungry fingers, she opened the leather around his waist and undid the clasp on his slacks. She pushed the cardigan upwards and sat forward, laying a kiss on the freshly exposed inch of freckled skin. Her lips moved downwards with her hands slowly unzipping and kissing until his pants were open and his shorts were straining.

Jensen stood still as a statue and just as hard. His cock twitched as her hand passed over it, stretching at the tight silken fabric of his boxer briefs, and he bit down hard into his plump bottom lip.

“That’s it…”

His voice rang in her head and Y/N gently tugged the charcoal slacks away, dragging her nails slowly down his muscular thighs. His jaw clenched tight and he hissed as her hands slid back up, delicate fingers tucking into the elastic waistband of his shorts.

Thumbs hooked and waiting, Y/N looked back up, batting her lashes as she waited for permission.

Jensen let her linger there for a moment, staring down at her, wondering what delicious thoughts were floating through her mind. Green eyes narrowed on hers and she sucked in a quick breath, excitement coursing through her.

“Well?”

She trembled and wet her lips, puckering them slightly. “Please?”

Jensen sucked his teeth and nodded gently. “Go on.”

Her fingers were shaking as she dragged the silk off of his hips. Her heart stopped when she saw his thick length finally freed. “Fuck…”

Jensen held back a proud laugh and lay his hand on the top of her head, gently guiding her forward. “Do it.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a deep moan when her tongue flickered across the tip of his cock. The taste of him urged her on and Y/N spread her lips, slowly forcing them down his shaft.

Jensen exhaled deeply and pressed his lips together tight, enjoying the sweet, wet warmth of her tight mouth. His fingers tensed on her scalp, tangling up in her hair as she rocked forward on her knees, taking him in as far as she could.

The sound of her gagging made his stomach flip and he bent his knees, grounding himself in place while she worked.

“So fucking good, babydoll,” he praised, gently rolling his hips to meet her halfway.

Y/N’s mouth watered around him and she sucked hard, licking and massaging his beautiful cock with her entire being.

With every pass of her lips, Jensen melted a little bit more. Each hum in the back of her throat made his muscles ache. His breath became rushed, his teeth gnashed. Tipping his head back, he let out a gruff moan and Y/N doubled her efforts, fisting the base of his cock with her warm hand and bobbing her lips over his swollen, leaking head.

“Fuck me… Just like that…”

Drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as Jensen bucked his hips. He grabbed her hair tight and forced her face back and forth over his cock, fucking deep into her throat. She choked him down, holding back a scream as he used her beautiful mouth.

“Oh, you take my cock so good, princess. So fucking good.”

She moaned around him and he withdrew, ready to burst.

Another cry left her lips and she looked up with a desperate gaze. “Please!”

Jensen gripped his cock and dipped his chin, staring down at her.

“Open up.”

Her jaw dropped instantly and her tongue fell out, wide and pink and wet.

His wrist was a blur and she closed her eyes, waiting, silently begging for it. She leaned forward, pressing her tits together and wiggling her ass, offering him anything he desired.

Chest heaving, he grit his teeth and growled. “Look at me.”

He commanded and she obeyed, staring up at her god as he came. His hot slick coated her tongue and she swallowed him down, savouring every last drop.

She licked her lips and smiled happily. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

Jensen let out a sated breath and reached down for her. She stumbled up on weak legs and he wrapped a strong arm around her back, pulling her close.

“You were right,” he said, brushing two fingers down her cheek and lifting her lips to his. “It had been way too long…”

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[draculagerard]

honestly either jensen ackles being the first omega in actual omegaverse (not jensen as dean. jensen as *jensen*) or. the holy water actually being lube because it looked more 'wet' but both of those are pretty well known lmao

Yeah.... they literally put that actor man through whatever

[hintsofhoney]

Slippery When Wet

Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x F!Reader

Summary: Sex doesn't always go smoothly. Sometimes things are a little too slippery when wet.

Square(s) Filled: Free Space for @spnkinkbingo, Vibrator for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, shower sex mishap, shower sex, oral (male receiving), use of vibrator, dirty talk, this is smut and crack pretty much

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Based on a real-life event that happened to me the other day. I couldn’t not write it into a fic; sex rarely goes as smoothly as it’s portrayed in fanfic and I figured I needed to write something a little more realistic! Thank you to my twin, my cheerleader, @deangirl93​ for beta-ing🤍 GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You stood under the running water, letting the warmth of it wash all your stress from your workday away. You smiled as you heard the shower curtain open behind you; you had missed that sound. A sound that told you he was home again; at least for now. Jensen had been away filming for months, and you had just picked him up from the airport a few hours ago. Strong arms wrapped around you from behind and you moaned quietly as you felt soft lips start to trail kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

“I missed seein’ you like this,” he husked, nipping softly at your earlobe. You bit your lip, smiling as you turned around in his arms, the water cascading over the both of you. “Showerin’ alone’s just not the same,” he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

You nodded in agreement, thankful that you could finally relax with him here instead of having to listen for noises of a could-be intruder in your home while you tried to wash your hair. You ran your hands down his chest, watching as the water droplets raced down his pecs and abdomen, where they disappeared into the tuft of hair right above one of your favorite parts of him. He was semi-hard, and only getting harder as he relaxed under your touch, feeling your fingertips dragging along his skin, going lower and lower. His breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around his cock, leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his jawline, and stopping right below his ear. “I missed seeing you like this,” you whispered, placing your free hand back on his chest and pushing him back against the tiled wall. “Sit,” you commanded softly, the backs of his knees meeting with the small bench built into the back end of your bathtub. He happily obeyed, taking a seat on the cold porcelain, welcoming the chill that it sent up his spine, as you simultaneously sunk to your knees, still holding on to his now fully-hard cock. 

You smiled up at him devilishly before licking a stripe up his shaft, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as he watched you. His hand came to hold your hair back in a make-shift ponytail, and you slowly took him in your mouth, one hand at his base while your other reached over to grab the vibrator you had left sitting out on the ledge of the tub. You had to survive the weeks of him being gone somehow, right? You turned it on, placing it between your spread legs, letting out a moan around his cock. You missed this; having him hitting the back of your throat as you prepared yourself for him to hit the back of your walls. 

“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he breathed, watching you as you took him all the way in your mouth while getting yourself off. You continued bobbing your head on his cock, wanting to get yourself almost all the way to a release before you stopped. It came quickly, and as soon as you felt your abdomen start to tighten, you turned off the vibrator and stood up, Jensen groaning at the loss of your mouth on his dick. You turned around, positioning yourself right above him, and he reached around to grab at your breasts. “You gonna fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, a smirk evident in his tone even though you couldn’t see his face. 

“Mhm,” you replied breathily, before slowly lowering yourself down on his length. 

He leaned his head back against the wall, a soft “fuuuck” escaping him as he bottomed out inside you. He instantly grabbed your hips, guiding your movements, as you balanced yourself with one hand on his thigh and one leg up on the bathtub ledge. You quickly turned on your vibrator again, wanting to feel your walls clenching around him sooner rather than later. Placing the toy on your clit, you heard Jensen smirk as he realized what you were doing.

“You’re just dyin’ to cum on this cock aren’t you, darlin’?” he asked, his Texan accent coming out as he was more focused on the movements he had started to make than the way he sounded. 

“God, yes,” you breathed, as he held you steady and began rolling his hips into you. You felt the familiar heat in your core begin to rise as your orgasm crept up on you. “Oh, fuck, fuck, J, I’m close, I’m – OH, FUCK!” you screamed, as the singular foot that you had on the ground slipped, Jensen’s cock slipping out of you as your ass hit the tub’s floor. 

“FUCK!” he yelled, leaning his head back into the wall as he grabbed his cock, his face contorted into one of pain.

“Oh my God, are you okay!?” you asked, standing up and turning around to the sight in front of you. You watched as he gulped and nodded, before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes.

“Mhm, yep, yep. I think I’m good I just – almost broke my dick there, I think,” he chuckled softly, as the initial pain quickly dissipated. “Are you okay? I should’ve held onto you tighter,” he added, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer to him as he kissed your abdomen before looking up at you with those gorgeous green eyes. 

You giggled. “Yeah, I’m good,” you replied, running a hand through his wet locks. “Do you uh – are you good to keep going, or –”

“Sweetheart, it’s been two months. You’re out of your mind if you think that’s gonna stop me,” he smiled, standing up and placing a quick kiss on your lips. “But, uh, maybe let’s switch up positions, yeah?” 

You nodded in agreement. “That one kills my legs anyway.”

Jensen smirked and turned you around, pushing your front up against the cold tile and angling your ass out towards him. “How ‘bout this one? Better?” he husked in your ear, dragging his now hard again cock through your folds. You nodded. “Give me that,” he continued, grabbing the vibrator that was still in your hand and placing it on the built-in bench. “You wanna cum on my cock, you’re gonna cum from my fingers.” He reached around you, his fingers coming to your dripping hole before spreading your juices through your folds. You moaned as he lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing back into you with ease. His fingers circled around your sensitive nub as he fucked you at a steady pace, and within a minute you were on the edge of a release again. 

“Fuck, J. Shit, I’m gonna –”

“Yeah? Cum on my cock, baby, go ahead,” he panted, his words bringing on your release. He fucked you through it, chasing his own high, until you felt his seed coating your insides a few seconds later. “Fuck. Shit,” he breathed, resting his head on your shoulder as he slipped out of you. “God, I missed you,” he whispered, lifting his head briefly to place a kiss on your shoulder. 

You smiled, your forehead resting on the tiled wall as you tried to regulate your breathing again. “Me too. Sorry about the um – the almost dick break. I’m glad it didn’t end in a hospital visit,” you giggled.

Jensen chuckled, placing a kiss underneath your ear. “Apparently we need one of those ‘slippery when wet’ road signs in here,” he teased, earning a soft slap to his bicep with all the remaining energy you had.

“You’re hilarious,” you deadpanned, trying to keep the smile from creeping up on your face. 

“I think so,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you on the lips as you turned your head to look at him. “Now c’mon, we got shows to catch up on,” he added, lightly spanking your ass a few times before kissing you once more and turning off the water. “Where should we start first? Peaky Blinders? Game of Thrones? You haven’t watched any of these without me, right? Man, I fucking missed binge-watching...” he rambled, as he made his way out of the shower. You giggled softly to yourself before following him out, thankful that life was finally back to normal for a few months.

[awkward-and-indecisive]

First Day Assistance.

Summary - Y/N is new on The Boys set, nervous and determined to do her job right until she meets Jensen Ackles and her mouth loses its filter so he decides to teach her a good lesson.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, tiny bit of fluff, Jensen in that damn Soldier Boy suit, this is just pure filth with no plot in sight

Word Count - 2547

A/N - Blame @msmarvelouswinchester for this and of course Mr. Jensen Snackles who I’m pretty sure wants to kill me. Apparently this is what she and I do, put thoughts into each other’s head until we can’t do anything but write them. Till three in the morning🤦🏽‍♀️

This was also Beta’d by @msmarvelouswinchester , so double thank you 😘

This is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes. I don’t mean any harm to anyone in their family.

This is my first ever fic so please tell me what you think about it. FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading!!!

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It was your first day on the set of The Boys and you were excited for this new opportunity. You had to start small with being a P. A. but now you were looking forward to working on the third season of such an amazing show. You were ready to work hard and were determined to make it big in the industry.

But all those plans flew straight out the window when you looked at Jensen fucking Ackles in his Soldier Boy suit looking like a sex god. You probably had stopped breathing and only inhaled sharply when you became a little lightheaded. Your thighs squeezed together, your pussy clenched and you could feel wetness pooling between your legs.

It was rather directly proportional - the dampness of your panties and the amount of time you looked at him. The more you stared at all the little details, the more wet you became. You knew it was highly unprofessional to have such thoughts about one of the leading actors but it was like your body had stopped listening to you and all the rational and moral thoughts had ceased to have any effect on you.

The way the muscles of his broad shoulders rippled underneath the spandex of his suit as he moved. The way the suit gave a little peek of his neck. The way his freckles shone through the little peek. The way his shoulder to waist ratio fucked you up. The way that knife holster on his hip made you go feral with lust. The way you wanted to come undone on those fingerless gloves till you couldn’t anymore. The way that suit hugged his curves, especially that perky ass.

You were busy thirsting like a dehydrated bitch in the middle of the Sahara, lost in your own filthy thoughts for who knows how long, when a snapping noise brought you back to the land of living. You blinked a few times to clear your head of its dirty thoughts and blurry vision. When you looked back up, you saw Jensen Snackles, as Sony Pictures had oh so proudly named him, standing in front of you and snapping his fingers.

Confusion flooded your expressions but before you could open your mouth to ask what he wanted, he cut you off, “Do we have a problem here, miss? Is there something on my face or what? Because you keep staring at me and I can’t do my job like that!” He said in an annoyed tone.

That’s when you looked around and saw that the set was deserted except for you and the Adonis. The director must have called for a break if there were too many bad takes. You felt a little guilty for wasting everyone’s time but before you could apologise, he cut you off again, “There she goes again. What is going on inside your head?” He clipped, waving a hand in front of your face.

You didn’t know what it was. The pent up sexual frustration of not having had sex in months or how rudely Snackles here was constantly cutting you off, with the fact that no one should look like that or that you couldn’t get your mind off of him but you snapped at him.

“Listen Mr. Sna- Mr. Ackles, firstly, I don’t have a problem with you and I’m not staring at you and secondly, you are not letting me work and are distracting me.” You quipped.

You knew in an instant you were fired for the way you had talked to him but now that you had spoken your mind and the words had left your mouth, you couldn’t take them back. So you decided to stand your ground.

“I am not letting you work?!” He scoffed, cocking one of his eyebrows.

“Yes!! You think it’s easy for me to concentrate when you roam around looking like sex on legs.” You said, waving a hand up and down his body.

Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth when you heard the words that had left your mouth. A cocky smirk grew on his face and he took a step forward as you mirrored his move in the opposite direction.

“I think that implies you were staring at me.” He chuckled, stepping forward again until your back hit the wall and the clipboard and the walkie you had in your hands fell. You were caged by him against the wall, looking like a prey meeting the eyes of its predator just before it’s death.

You looked down, too ashamed and weak to meet his burning gaze. You turned your head towards the exit and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Ackles. I should leave.”

“Nuh-uh,” he tutted, “Sex on legs huh?” He asked cockily.

He was dangerously close to you. You could feel his warm breath fanning over your face. You let out an involuntary whimper and if it was possible, his face turned more cocky.

“What other thoughts swim around in that pretty little head of yours Miss..” he trailed off, his hand coming to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You cleared your throat before half whispering and half whimpering, “Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” He said, gruffly, as if trying to see how it would sound from his mouth and god did it sound so sinful. “Interesting name but I guess it makes up for your interesting personality. So as I was saying, what other thoughts about me do you have? Other than sex on legs of course.”

You couldn’t focus enough to reply as you were busy staring at his plump lips and that goddamn beard that gave you all kinds of thoughts you wouldn’t think in your wildest dreams.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.” He chuckled and the vibrations of it could be felt by you as he pressed his body to yours and caged you between his arms that you knew from his Instagram video he had spent some time working on.

You instantly looked up into his gorgeous green orbs and found yourself lost in them. You opened your mouth a few times but nothing came out, looking like a fish out of the water. Words had left you. It was like a small child trying to speak but not knowing how to.

He closed the distance between his mouth and your ear and growled, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?”

Your whole body shuddered and you pushed your thighs together to get some much needed friction. Jensen seemed to notice your reaction and pushed his thigh between your legs.

“Oh so that’s what this is about. I see nobody has fucked this tight, little pussy in a while and that’s why you’re snapping at people and undressing me with your eyes.” He said in a low, deep voice that had your pussy clenching around nothing.

A wave of arousal flooded your panties and you knew they were ruined a long time ago but now it felt like they had simply disintegrated.

He continued, “But don’t you worry, unfortunately I know what it feels like and I think I would very much like to help you with that.” He winked and if it wasn’t for the wall and him caging you in, your knees would have buckled and you would be a horny mess on the floor.

You noticed your breathing had become heavier and your lips had parted, your hands were balled in fists at your sides, your pussy throbbed in need and your whole body was shaking with lust and desire.

Jensen leaned down to look into your eyes and spoke softly, “Hey, if you don’t want this tell me right away.”

That seemed to snap you out of your sensory overload and you quickly nodded frantically.

“I want this. I want you to fuck me, Jensen.” You sputtered quickly before he could take his offer back.

The moment your consent reached his ears, the beautiful greens of his eyes were eclipsed by the black clouds of lust. He crashed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss that was all teeth and tongue. It was driven by pure lust and need and want and desire.

His hands were on you pushing and pulling and mapping out your entire body. Everything felt too much and not enough at the same time. When the need for air became too much you both parted, panting like you had just ran a marathon. He pushed his partly gloved hands underneath your jumper and pulled it off you leaving your upper body in the black tank top you were wearing.

His mouth moved towards your jaw, nipping and nibbling at the skin there while his hands squeezed your ass. His mouth went to your neck, to the spot behind your ear that drove you wild and sucked. And oh god did he suck hard. You were pretty sure you’d be sporting a big purple hickey but you couldn’t care less.

He kissed the valley of your breasts and suckled one of your clothed nipples as your back arched off the wall and you shamelessly let out a loud moan. He pushed your tank top up as he kneeled down, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your stomach.

He pushed your leggings and your panties down in one go and both of you were shocked. You, to see that your panties hadn’t disintegrated and him, to see how wet you were. He looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and before you could comprehend what it meant, he dove inside your pussy like a starving man.

He let out a groan when he tasted you, gripping your thighs so tight that you were sure there'd be bruises there. You tangled your hands in his hair, keeping him in place but also giving yourself something to hold on to.

All your wet dreams and imaginations didn’t do justice to how delicious the burn of his beard felt between your thighs. He fucked you with his tongue and then went on to suck at your clit like a child sucking an ice lolly after playing for hours in the summer heat.

To say that you were a panting, moaning, whimpering, writhing and blubbering mess would be an understatement. You were at the mercy of this man’s mouth and you thanked your lucky stars for it. One of his hands left your thigh and came to encircle your core. Desperate to come, you started grinding on his face.

He pushed two of his thick fingers in and groaned at how easily they fit cause you were practically dripping at this point. He fucked you on his fingers hard all the while nibbling and sucking your clit. He moved up your body till he was face to face with you all the while thrusting his fingers into you at a merciless pace.

He crashed his lips on yours and pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned at tasting yourself on his tongue. He moved his talented mouth towards your ear and nibbled on the lobe.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Come on Y/n. Come for me.” He whispered in your ear.

Like he had a remote control to your body, you came. And you came so hard that you saw stars. Your vision went white, your body went slack and you felt like you were filled to the brim with pleasure.

When you came back to your senses, the first thing you felt was his cock, hard and heavy, lined with your core, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass supporting your weight and crushing you between his body and the wall. He looked at you to see if there was any hint of discomfort but when he couldn’t find any, he kissed you while pushing his cock deep inside you.

You had to admit that he was bigger than any guy you’ve been with and the stretch was just oh so good. He kissed you, nibbling on your lower lip til you got used to his girth. You clawed at his shoulders and the now not so short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Fu-uck Jensen. Move please. F-fuck me.” You begged not caring how desperate you sounded.

Jensen let out an animalistic growl upon hearing your words and pulled all the way out, only leaving the tip in and slammed back into you in one thrust. You let out a cry when his cock hit your g-spot with fucking precision.

He kept up his deadly pace, pounding into you so hard you were sure you’d feel it for days, that had the coil in your lower belly wound tight in no time. He hid his face in the crook of your neck. Only the sounds of his heavy breathing and grunts ,which to be honest should be illegal, and your moans and panting could be heard around the large set.

“Look at you,” He grunted in your ear, “taking my cock so good. You’re so tight. Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but clench your pussy hearing those words pouring out of his mouth.

“I’m not gonna last long. Come for me one more time Y/n. Come on my cock. Squeeze it.” He grunted, pushing one of his hands between your bodies and rubbing rough circles on your clit.

You came with a scream of his name. Your orgasm was so fucking intense that you knew in that moment no one will ever be able to make you come so hard other than this man. He fucked you through your orgasm. A few hard thrusts later he stilled deep inside you and came with a grunt that you’d remember till the day you die. He spilled hot ropes of cum and you milked his cock for all its worth.

When you both came down from your highs, you untangled yourselves from each other and cleaned yourselves the best you could. You quickly and quietly got dressed, the air filling with awkwardness.

When you got dressed, you bent down to pick up your stuff which had fallen and turned to leave when suddenly Jensen caught your wrist and turned you around so that now he was caged between you and the wall. He kissed you and it was all sweet and soft this time while you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your body into his.

“Don’t you dare think this was a one time thing. You and me. Dinner at my place at 8. Sounds good?” He asked, sincerely and sweetly.

Your brows furrowed and you opened your mouth to reply but before you could the walkie in your hand came to life and a voice sounded from the other end, “Jensen Ackles is needed now at the wardrobe. Jensen Ackles is needed now at the wardrobe.”

“Looks like I have to go.” Jensen said and pecked your lips once.

He walked backwards and shouted, “My place at 8. Don’t forget.” He gave you a wink before finally going out of your sight.

You stood there confused as to what had just happened in the last hour of your life.

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Red

Summary: Y/N has been having an infuriating dry spell in the love department lately, thanks to lockdown, and her roommate Jensen is getting fed up with her attitude. So, he lets her in on a little secret…

Pairing: Danneel x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: female masturbation, talk of male masturbation, phone sex, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, lockdown was hard on singletons but great for phone sex operators Word Count: 4.5k Created for: @anyfandomgoesbingo - Sex Hotline AU | @spnkinkbingo - Tribbing

A/N: Requested by @danneelsmain - hope this lived up to your expectations babe! I haven't written Danneel before but I really enjoyed writing this ❤️

“Yes... yes... yesyesyes–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Bang, bang, bang! “Hurry up in there will ya? I’m dyin’ here,” Jensen jiggled the doorknob to no avail, and Y/N was incredibly thankful she’d remembered to lock it this time.

I’m dying here, Y/N thought to herself, pulling the shower head from between her legs with a frustrated huff, the water swirling down the drain carrying the fading vestiges of her almost-orgasm with it. She had been so close. Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Just a minute!” she shouted, frustration tipping over into anger. The knob on the faucet was twisted to the ‘off’ position with unnecessary violence, and the shower curtain was attached at one less ring than it had been half an hour ago when it was yanked open to settle against the back wall of the tub.

Bang! Ban–

“Seriously, Jensen?!” Y/N barely had the towel secured around herself before she threw open the door, hastily ducking to avoid Jensen’s knock-in-progress.

“Thank fuck.” Jensen danced around Y/N and shoved the door shut, sending Y/N slipping across the tiles on her still-wet feet and locking her on the other side. The clearly audible hiss of Jensen relieving himself leaked through the door and Y/N growled in frustration, aiming a kick at the door before stomping down the hallway to her room.

He couldn’t have waited ten more seconds…

It had been bad enough that lockdown got them all stuck at home with no possibility of one night stands, or follow-up booty calls to keep her sex drive in check, but now Y/N was having an even bigger problem. She hadn’t been able to get herself over the finish line for at least two weeks, and she had no earthly idea as to why. Y/N was beginning to think that regular orgasms were part of the reason that she was usually nice to be around, because right now she felt like she was one bad joke away from stabbing somebody.

And that someone was likely to be Jensen.

Tucked up into the corner of the couch was Y/N’s standard position these days. She wasn’t sure what was playing on the TV, something as mindless as she felt right now.

“Budge up.” Jensen hit her feet and flopped back gracelessly on top of them without giving her the chance to move them.

“Ow, asshole!” A pillow whipped through the air and collided squarely with the side of Jensen’s face.

“What is your problem lately?”

“You, clearly,” Y/N snapped, pulling her knees into her chest defensively. Jensen raised a single eyebrow, giving her a pointed look. “No, it’s not you,” Y/N admitted, letting some of her aggression seep out of her frame with her words. “Sorry.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

There was a stiff silence between them, Jensen waiting for Y/N to break and answer his question and Y/N knowing that she didn’t want to talk about this with Jensen but not seeing a way out of the conversation. Jensen had an irritating habit of getting her to open up about things she never planned on telling people – like the fact that she was gay. And now he was about to hear far more about her sex life than she ever wanted to share with someone of the male species.

“I’m, um,” her cheeks were on fire as she glanced up to see Jensen looking back at her with concerned curiosity. “I’m… having a problem,” she finished lamely.

“Okay…”

“I can’t… Do you ever–” Y/N choked on the words every time they tried to bubble through. “So… um, it’s– it’s been a while.” She saw comprehension flash over Jensen’s freckled face a moment later.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know PornHub has a whole section for lesbian shit, right?” Another pillow hits him in the face. “Okay, okay, ow,” Jensen rubs his jaw in exaggeration. “But seriously, it’s been a while for everyone. You just gotta take business into your own hands.”

“You don’t think I’ve been doing that?” Y/N hissed, unconsciously checking around them as if someone else was in their apartment who might overhear.

“Well then what’s the problem?”

“I haven’t like,” Y/N made a variety of nonsequitous hand motions that had no bearing on the word ‘orgasm’ but Jensen seemed to get the message.

“How long?” he cringed.

“Like, almost three weeks? And it’s not like I haven’t been trying like, everything, I just… can’t,” she shrugged helplessly. “Has this kind of thing ever happened to you? Is there something like, physically wrong with me?”

“No, no, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” Jensen rushed to reassure her, patting her leg awkwardly. “This kind of thing happens all the time.”

“So it’s happened to you too?” Hope shone from Y/N’s face that maybe she wasn’t doomed to a life empty of sexual pleasure.

“Well… no, not exactly.” Y/N’s shoulders drooped, hopes slashed.

“How are you staying so sane?” Y/N accused. “You used to be with a different girl every few days before all of this.”

“Hey! I was not,” Jensen was mock offended but Y/N could tell he was also a little proud. “And I’ve, uh… I’ve got my sources,” his eyes twinkled mischievously as he answered her question.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, have you been sneaking out behind my back!”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “nothing like that.” Jensen pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the screen as Y/N watched.

“Jen, if you’re trying to show me porn, I’m good. Don’t need to see what you get off to,” Y/N shuddered at the thought. A text beeped on her phone a second later, Jensen’s name popping up on the screen.

“That’s my source,” he explains and she opens the message to see a 1-800 number, next to the word Red.

“Red?”

“Red.” Jensen confirmed with a wicked grin, nodding sagely.

Y/N could not believe she was about to do this. She looked down at the number on her phone screen, ready to dial as soon as she pressed the little green button. Jensen’s assurances echoed in her head. Best phone sex I’ve ever had… she actually gets off with you, she’s not just faking it… sounds so hot, and her body is killer in her profile pic. Admittedly, the picture he’d shown her had been really fucking sexy. A slender girl in small red panties and unfairly pretty breasts cradled in a satin bra covered in little hearts, dark red hair pinned up around her face in a vintage style.

Before she could talk herself out of it again, Y/N pressed dial and held the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times before connecting to an automated menu, and Y/N was secretly relieved she wouldn’t have to ask an operator if she could speak to ‘Red’.

Thank you for calling the Sugar Lips Hotline. Please enter your card details to continue.

Jensen had warned her about this part, so she had her card sitting out of her wallet on the desk in front of her.

If you know who you are trying to reach, please press one. If you would like to be assigned a random operator, please press two.

Y/N shakily pressed the number one, and then put the phone on speaker while she was at it.

If you would like to speak with Candy, press one, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Kitty, press two, followed by the pound key. If you would like to speak with Lance…

Y/N wondered if she would still have the confidence to go through with this by the time the robotic voice mentioned ‘Red’.

If you would like to speak with Red, press thirteen, followed by the pound key.

The moment of truth. Y/N entered the number 13 and then pressed the pound key. The line began to ring again.

“Hi there,” a temptingly soft voice slipped through the receiver of the phone sitting on the desk in front of her.

“Hi-i,” Y/N’s voice was jarring in comparison, breaking on the first word she uttered.

“Oh, so I’ve got a pretty little girl on the line today, huh?” Y/N didn’t know how to answer so she didn’t, hands frozen in a death grip on the sleeves of her too big sweatshirt. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/N,” she whispered back, suddenly scared that Jensen would be able to hear every word being said in her room. Quickly digging into her pockets she pulled out her headphones and plugged them into her cell. Why hadn’t she done that earlier?

“That’s such a pretty name, baby,” the woman cooed, and now her voice was right against Y/N’s ears; it felt like she was in the room, whispering against her skin. “I’m Red.”

“That’s what I should call you?” Y/N managed to keep the tremor out of her words this time.

“Unless you want to call me something else? I can be whoever you want me to be baby girl. Mommy, ma’am, mistress…” Y/N’s heart thundered against her ribs. She realised that she had no idea what she wanted from this – she just knew she was desperate. “Or maybe you want to be in charge? I could be your baby, your good little girl.�� Y/N wished she could see Red right now, watch what she looked like as she purred all these promises down the line, teasing and tempting.

“Is,” Y/N gulped, “is there anyone you want me to be?”

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, and Y/N could imagine her shaking her head, red curls flying by her cheeks. “This is all about you Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good.”

Y/N felt a lick of heat curl in the base of her stomach, twisting itself around her intestines.

“Yeah, I could use that,” she laughed nervously, figuring she should be honest if she wanted this to work out well. And she really needed it to.

“Oh, have you been feeling a little pent up baby?” Red’s voice echoed in Y/N’s ears. The small vibrations coming out of her earbuds were enough to start sending a pulsing sensation down the side of her neck, worming its way under her skin and into her veins. Christ, it had been too long.

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I betcha we can fix that. Are you somewhere comfortable sweetie?”

“I could get on the bed?” Y/N offered, wondering why she hadn’t started there in the first place, rather than at her desk.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Red purred seductively. “Why don’t you stretch out on the bed, get yourself nice and cozy. Maybe prop a pillow up next to you and think about me snuggling you in real close. Wish I could be there to put my hands all over your body.”

Y/N was thankful she was already sitting on her bed by the time Red finished painting her little scene because if she’d been walking, she’s pretty sure her knees would have given out.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt another girl’s hands on me.” She tried not to be embarrassed at how whimpery her voice had gone. If this went well it was about to get a whole lot worse anyways.

“I want to touch every inch of you,” Red breathed heavily. “Run my fingers through your hair, over your neck, down your back. Would I find a bra there to unhook, baby?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, arching her shoulders and feeling the band scratch taught around her ribs, pushing her breast up towards her chin.

“Why don’t you take that off for me?”

“Okay,” Y/N felt her voice shake as much as her hands as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, breathing deeply when the pressure of the garment disappeared.

“Bet that felt good, didn’t it baby?” Red laughed knowingly.

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed, loosening up a little at the acknowledgement of a shared experience, something all girls could relate to. She pulled her arms through the straps beneath her sweatshirt and shimmying the discarded bra out the bottom before pushing her arms back through her sleeves. The peaks of her nipples tightened as they caught on the pills of fleece that now sat against her chest.

“What else are you wearing?”

Suddenly embarrassed she hadn’t thought to put on anything sexy in preparation for this call, Y/N didn’t manage more than an “um…” before Red laughed, a warm sound that melted into her like chocolate against your tongue.

“Why don’t I tell you what I’m wearing?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded before she remembered that Red couldn’t see her. “Bet it’s something really sexy,” she attempted to flirt, cringing at how awkward she sounded.

“Well that depends,” Red mused. “Do you like lace?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. She loved seeing girls in lace lingerie; the way the delicate weave of the pattern offered small tastes of the skin it covered, the way you could feel someone’s warmth seeping through such a thin fabric so easily, the way it felt to have someone touch you or suck you through such a meagre sheet of modesty…

“What about stockings?” Red voice broke through Y/N’s train of thought, pulling her back to the vaguely out of body experience she was having.

“Love them,” Y/N answered quietly, trying to pitch her voice the way Red was, low and alluring.

“Well, that’s a shame,” she sighed dramatically. “Because I’m not wearing anything at all right now, sorry to disappoint.” Y/N couldn’t see her but she would bet anything Red was wearing a big pout right now. She wondered what her lips looked like. In her head she pictured soft and pillowy.

“You are such a tease,” Y/N laughed, hoping to disguise the pang of arousal that had shot through her a moment before.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I really do,” Y/N found herself admitting unconsciously.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna get naked too baby girl?”

A throb of desire fluttered between Y/N’s legs, her pussy clenching, and when she squirmed back into her pillow a little she felt the lace fabric of her own panties sliding a little more between her thighs. Her arousal had started to soak out of her and into the material.

“You want me naked?” Y/N’s words scratched their way out of her throat, trying to pull her confidence along with them.

“Oh god, please baby,” Red moaned loudly, but it didn’t sound fake. It was like Jensen had told her, it sounded like she was really enjoying this, and like she was actually getting off on what was happening between them right now. “Want to feel your skin against mine.”

“I want that too, baby,” Y/N’s hasty breaths shook her words. She stripped out of her underwear and shoved her phone and headphones down the front of her sweatshirt so she could shimmy it over her head without disconnecting the earbuds. She didn’t want to miss anything.

“God, if I was there I would kiss all over you. Bet you taste amazing,” Red sighed, and Y/N could hear something shifting over the phone, like fabric moving around.

“Are you on your bed too?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, all spread out for you baby girl.”

“Are you touching yourself?” Y/N’s confidence was starting to build as she heard how much Red sounded like she’s into this, and she couldn’t deny she was turned on too. She felt wetter than she’d been in weeks, and when her fingers drifted down over her stomach its muscles twitched in anticipation of where she was about to touch.

“Where do you want me to touch?” Y/N let her eyes slide closed, and she could imagine Red batting her lashes as she asked - where do you want me to touch? - She pictured the girl she’d seen in the photo poised over her, legs straddling Y/N’s hips as Red ran her hands over her own body, fingers trailing over her throat, fondling her breasts, twisting around the pink flesh at the tips of each, lingering on the soft of her stomach before dipping lower.

“I want you to touch between your legs and tell me how wet you are,” Y/N said between deep breaths, trying to keep her voice even.

“I’m already so wet for you, baby,” Red gasped, and Y/N hoped it was a reaction to her fingers slipping inside her pussy.

“If you were here with me, what would you do right now?”

“I’d make you watch me fuck myself on my fingers.” Holy shit, Y/N couldn’t help the moan that bled through her lips, and she heard Red chuckle. “Yeah, you like the sound of that baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N whimpered, her own fingers finally making their way between her legs and sliding easily through the slick she found there.

“I’d straddle myself right over your face, so you could see my fingers fucking my pussy, feel me dripping on you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“And then, when my fingers are nice and soaked, you’re gonna suck them clean like a good little girl, aren’t you sweetheart?” Red’s monologue was absolutely wrecking Y/N, she wanted everything the woman on the end of the line was describing so badly. “Want you to do it to yourself, since I can’t be there to do it for you. Can you get those fingers nice and wet for me baby?”

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Y/N pushed two fingers inside her pussy, clenching around them wantonly. She must have let out some kind of noise because Red giggled again before she continued talking.

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me baby girl, until I can do it for you.” And fucking hell, the thought of Red actually with her, touching her, fucking her… “Your fingers nice and dirty now?”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N squeaked, pressing against her g-spot to get herself even wetter.

“Good girl,” Red hummed. “Now suck them clean for me, Y/N. Want you to taste just how sweet you are. God, wish I could taste you too,” she moaned, her breath hitching.

Y/N obeyed Red’s instructions, sucking her fingers into her mouth and twirling her tongue around them, curling it across the dips and whorls of her fingertips. She groaned around the digits in her mouth, trying to make it audible that she was doing as she was told.

“Good girl,” Red cooed again, obviously hearing Y/N’s sucking. “Good filthy girl. You’re so dirty aren’t you baby, bet you’re dripping onto the sheets right now you’re so horny.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt her whole body clenching as she pushed her hand back between her legs, toying with her clit and sending fresh jolts of desire to her core. “Fuck, I’m touching myself again. Couldn’t help it, you’re so hot baby.”

“I want you to touch yourself sweetie. Want you to make yourself feel so good.”

“I want you to feel good too,” Y/N whimpered, maybe stupidly, but she remembered Jensen saying that Red got off with him and she wanted the same thing. She wanted to know that Red wanted her, that Red found her sexy. She didn’t want to be in this alone.

“Oh, I am feeling so good baby girl,” Red assured Y/N, her voice brimming with sincerity and whimpers to back it up. “Fucking myself so good, pretending it’s your fingers inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Y/N couldn’t come up with anything more eloquent than that. The more she played with herself the foggier her brain got.

“What are you imaging right now?”

“Thinking about you, you on top of me.”

“You want me on top, huh? Want me to hold you down a little, baby?”

“Mm, yeah,” Y/N sighed, slipping two fingers from her free hand down to her entrance and pushing them inside, keeping her other hand on her clit, rolling it between her fingers. “You could hold me down, grind yourself against me. Use me to get yourself off.” Y/N’s breathing was ragged now, and the fingers inside her pussy sought out her g-spot again, starting to focus their efforts a little more concertedly on the spongy bundle of nerves.

“Oh sweetie, that’s so hot, fuck,” Red moaned heavily, her breath catching on her curse. “I’d grind against you so good. Rub our pussies together, all slick and hot, grind my clit against yours nice and hard. Fuck, touch your clit for me baby.”

“I am,” Y/N gasped, drawing fast little circles over the nub between her legs. “Fuck, want all that so bad. Think you could come like that? Just from rubbing your pussy on me, getting me all wet and dirty?”

“Fuck yes, love rubbing my pussy on yours, love grinding our clits together. I could tease you so good. Go nice and slow, wonder how long you’d last before you start begging me to let you cum.”

“I’m close,” Y/N whimpered, surprised at how true it was. She hadn’t gotten so close to cumming this quickly in ages.

“Already baby? You naughty little girl,” Red groaned, and the sound of bed springs crackled through Y/N’s earbuds too. Y/N pictured Red arching off the bed, fucking her hips into her fingers. “You want to cum for me baby?”

“Fuck, yes, yes please,” Y/N begged, feeling the muscles in her thighs and stomach starting to constrict, heat singing through her veins.

“Not yet baby, keep fucking yourself.” Y/N let out a pathetic whine in protest. “You can do that for me, can’t you sweetie. Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers for me?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Good girl, I’m so fucking close baby.”

“Fuck, please, want you to cum. Want you to cum with me.” Y/N’s eyes squeezed tight as small pinpricks of light started to burst in the darkness of her vision.

“Gonna cum for you, baby girl,” Red cried, voice high and tight. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt, I can feel it. Gonna squirt all over your pussy, fucking soak you.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt like she might actually start crying, she needed to cum so badly. She was so so so close.

“Rub that little clitty, pretend it’s me rubbing up against you. All hot and wet,” her voice was breaking, her words short and breathless, and Y/N could tell Red was as close as she was. “Gonna cum all over you. Fuck, gonna squirt so hard bet I could actually cum inside you.”

“Holy fuck!” Y/N’s hips snapped into the air, searching for the imaginary body she wished was there. It was becoming hard to hear through the intense buzzing in her ears. Every nerve in her body was pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Cum for me Y/N, c’mon baby, you can do it, want you to cum for me like the good little girl you are baby, c’mon.”

Y/N was sobbing, wrist pistoning her fingers in and out of herself faster than she ever remembered being able to move, and she felt the walls of her pussy clamping down, trying to keep the pressure inside where it wanted it. And then she couldn’t take it anymore. Everything froze. She might have screamed, but to be honest she couldn’t be too sure, because she couldn’t hear anything except the white light that had flooded the dark space behind her eyelids.

Lockdown became much more bearable after that day. Though Y/N did have to try really hard to not think about the fact that she and Jensen were kind of fucking the same girl. In a way. It was weird. But if she ignored that part, then her ‘dates’ with Red were perfect. She was finally able to release all the tension, sexual and otherwise, that this whole mess had building up in her system constantly. And eventually, the world started to open back up and things started to get just a little bit easier.

Y/N wondered what she would do when lockdown was well and truly over. When the bars and clubs opened up again, would she and Jensen go out and try to hook up like they always had before? Would everything just go back to normal? Would she still want to call Red if she was getting actual sex with a real girl, and not just her hand or a bit of silicone? Yes. The answer was most definitely yes, Y/N had to admit to herself. Even though it was just phone sex, it was still some of the best sex she’d ever had.

Well, Red is a professional, she thought to herself wryly as she spooned some froth onto the top of the cappuccino she was making. The coffee shop she worked at had reopened last week, finally.

“Y/N! Can you jump on register while I take my break?” Michelle called from the end of the counter.

“Sure thing,” Y/N smiled and wiped her hands off on her apron, making her way behind the other baristas to the cash register. She briefly glanced at the line of people waiting to order – a couple of college kids carrying some scary looking textbooks, a portly man scratching his bald patch, a pretty girl with shiny hair and awesome winged liner. Y/N blushed as she caught the eye of the girl, and immediately looked back at her tablet, typing in her register code.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Y/N’s customer service voice was alarmingly cheery, and the two college guys blinked, startled, clearly still unused to interacting with humans again – Y/N knew the feeling, cringing internally. She made a note to dial the pep back a little.

“Hey, what can I get you?” It was the pretty girl at the front of the line now.

“Um, I’ll have a caramel latte, please,” she answered with a bright smile, red lips stretching across shockingly white teeth.

“Size?” Y/N asked, tapping the order into her tablet.

“How big can you make it?” the girl giggled, and Y/N looked up, something tugging at the back of her mind.

“Um, large?” Y/N answered absentmindedly, trying to figure out what was bugging her so much. The girl just nodded, politely accepting the fact that Y/N had skated over her joke. “Can I get a name for the order?” She grabbed the large sized cup and uncapped the marker, hand poised over the white cardboard, ready to write.

“Oh, sure. It’s Danneel.”

“Danielle?” Y/N asked, her mind still wandering.

“No, Dan– you know what, it’s a weird name. Just go with Red.”

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Nanny No More

Summary: Reader is The Ackles' nanny. She comes home to quite the surprise. It changes everything.

Characters: Jensen x Nanny!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1,816

A/N: Written for @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Thanks for the inspiration! GIF above is closest I could find to match the story, though it's not a shower really. 😉 And just in case - this is a work of fiction. No harm or hate intended towards any persons.

Y/N had just returned from dropping the kids off at a sleepover. She was their live-in nanny and had been for years since Jensen's wife had passed giving birth. Jensen was home on hiatus and his restlessness was driving everyone up the walls.

Her attention was drawn to the other room as she heard Jensen muttering and grunting. She curiously moved forward, worried for what she might find, only to be stopped dead in her tracks.

For one thing, there was a terrible leak in the ceiling. A pipe must have burst. But that wasn't what caught and held her attention.

Jensen was stood on a footstool, arms stretched above him as he was attempting to repair the leak. His t-shirt rode up, exposing a bit of his stomach and buckled jeans. His t-shirt clung to him like a second skin, the water leaking from the pipe having gradually soaked through his clothing.

He lowered his arms, grunting in frustration. He quickly removed the soaked t-shirt, using it to wipe off his face, before tossing it aside and getting back to work.

Y/N's jaw dropped open as she watched the muscles in his arms and back flexing and glistening. She reflexively squeezed her thighs together, feeling a sudden, overwhelming swell of desire.

She'd always found him attractive. She'd be blind not to. But even though she had lived with him for so long, it was like a respectful roommate sort of situation. She was the nanny after all.

Seeing him like this…well, this was new.

Suddenly, bits of the ceiling fell down upon Jensen as the hole opened wider, more water spilling forth in a gush. Jensen was drenched head-to-toe. He managed to reach up and find the shut off, stopping the flood of water, albeit a bit late.

He looked like he just got out of the shower, jeans and all. He was literally dripping with water, strands of his hair hanging down into his face. He huffed before finally noticing Y/N standing there.

"Oh, hey," he smiled, that charming and bright smile that was now making her flutter, "Sorry about the mess," he laughed, gesturing around himself.

She still couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her eyes were trailing over every inch of him as she bit her lip, squeezing her thighs once more, tighter than before.

Jensen's eyes shot over her movements, catching her wandering gaze, her bitten lips, and the not-so-subtle neediness she was emanating. He wasn't a fool. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

He'd been thinking about this very thing for a while now. Jared had encouraged him. But Y/N was a good friend and the nanny and she never showed an interest in all the time she had been with them.

He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip.

He took several slow steps towards her, his eyes trained on hers, "See something you like?" he teased. Her breath hitched. The tension between them filled the room. She wanted to jump his bones right then and there. When he licked that plump bottom lip of his into his mouth she just about sprung on him.

Then she remembered why she hadn't let herself do anything before. She was the nanny. If things went wrong...she loved the kids and didn't want to see them hurt or confused. In the end, she chickened out.

"Y-you should probably go shower," she cleared her throat, breaking the gaze between them and gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder as she took slow retreating steps, "I'll go call a plumber."

She turned and dashed so quick. Jensen was cursing himself under his breath. He knew she wanted him. There was no question about that now. But something was holding her back.

He took himself upstairs to shower. He stripped out of the remaining wet clothes and dropped them in a heap to the floor with a squelch. The hot water soothed his aching muscles and washed away the grime.

It wasn't long before his mind wandered back to Y/N downstairs, staring at him hungrily, clenching her thighs. Gen had told him to ask her out on a date, Jared said just go for it. But her body and reaction was making it hard to think straight.

His hand wandered down his body, wrapping around his fully erect cock. He sighed a little in relief at the pressure, before he began stroking himself. This had become routine at this point, jerking off in the shower with Y/N's image in his mind and her name on his lips.

After he came, he quickly finished his shower, feeling less tense than before. He was formulating a way to ask her out and gauge her interest as he made his way back downstairs.

Much like Y/N earlier, he was stopped in his tracks. Y/N was bent over on the floor, her ass in the air as she cleaned up the mess on the floor. He was instantly hard again, as if the shower never even happened.

A groan punched past his lips, catching her attention. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling sweetly, before rising from her spot on the floor, tossing away some of the mess.

She's a little dirty and her clothes are a little damp in spots, but he's wound so tight and he thinks she only looks even better. He'd love to help her out of those filthy clothes. Maybe with his teeth.

"Can I kiss you?" he suddenly blurted out as he took several steps to stand directly in front of her. He hadn't meant to say it, but in that moment it was all he could think or want.

All his plans flew out the window.

His eyes looked her over fondly as he brushed the hair back from her face, "Can I kiss you?" he asked again. She stood in dumbfounded silence, heart racing. She tried to speak but her throat was closed. Instead, she nodded minutely. He smirked slightly before leaning in pressing his lips to hers.

He instantly felt fireworks explode between them, like nothing he had ever felt before. He tugged her closer to him, his hands finding her lower back. She too was feeling the intensity, swooning under his command.

Everything began to work up quickly, their bodies demanding more from each other. Jensen turned and backed her against the closest wall. His knee found its way between her legs, his thigh pressing against her core.

She moaned loudly into the kiss and Jensen eagerly swallowed it down. Their bodies ground together, their kisses and hands growing desperate. It had been ages since either one of them had been with someone.

"I want you," he breathed out against her lips, barely parting from her and hating even the minute distance required to speak, "Want you in my bed. Wanted you there forever," his lips grazed down her jaw and neck as he pressed himself tightly against her.

"Yes," she hissed out in a breath. He moaned loudly, before scooping her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He dashed up the stairs with her in his arms, surprising her with his strength.

His muscles were more than just show.

He took her directly to his bedroom, closing the door shut behind them. He didn't let her down until they were standing at the foot of his bed.

"You sure this is what you want?" he checked with her again. He had to be sure. If she didn't want this, or might regret it later, then he'd rather not do it.

"Are you?" she blurts out hesitantly.

He grinned broadly, his eyes sparkling, "If I could have it my way, you'd never leave my bed again."

She crashed into him, stealing his breath with her kisses. The urgency picked up once more and they were quickly naked and lying on the bed together.

Then his words truly settled in her mind. Her breath hitched as she met his eyes. Without words he could feel things shift between them. Everything slowed as the mood shifted.

She could feel his passion and want with every kiss laid to her bare skin. She could feel him laying claim with every moan she gave to every mark he left.

When his head sank between her legs, she thought she'd died and gone to Heaven. It took him no time at all to quickly learn her spots and he proceeded to slowly work her into a frenzy.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, he stopped. She groaned and looked down at him. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips were swollen and wet, his hair a mess from her fingers tugging on it.

"Wanna feel it the first time I make you come," he breathed out, working his way up her body. At some point he had slipped a condom on. She was too out of her mind to have noticed. He ground himself against her wet and twitching folds and she nearly screamed.

"Please, Jen, please," she nearly sobbed, desperate for her release, desperate for him. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Her want and desire had morphed into utter need.

He locked away the sounds of her sweet pleading for another time. He was ready to give her what she needed. What they both needed.

He kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he slowly entered her. When he finally reached the hilt, pressed as deep as he could go, they both gasped.

Jensen moved slow and languidly, making them both savor every movement, every touch, every thrust like a fine meal. There was nothing but pleasure, but he was skillfully keeping them both back from that edge, drawing out the connection between them.

He paused from his ministrations of marking her neck with his mouth to look her in the eyes. He cupped her face, adjusted his hips, and began to thrust a little faster and harder while holding her gaze.

She could feel herself cresting, the edge just out of reach. Jensen felt amazing inside her, around her. Better than any dream she could have conjured.

She was pretty sure she was in love with him.

At the realization, she climaxed hard. Her eyes clenched shut in sync with her walls clenching around his cock. Jensen cried out her name, following her over the edge.

He continued to pump into her, working them both through their highs. After catching their breath, Jensen slowly pulled out and discarded the condom, before returning to the bed.

He laid on his back and scooped an arm around Y/N's shoulders, bringing her to half lay across him.

Tomorrow they'd deal with the plumber, the mess and the kids returning from their sleepover. They'd figure everything out. But for now, there was this and the start of something amazing.

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Don’t Make A Sound

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Summary: You are forced to share a bed with Jensen due to overbooking at the Dallas Con he had to work at. What do you do when you catch your boss having a very hot wet dream?

Warnings: Smut, Bed Humping, Masterbation, Public Smut?, Language, shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles, Jensen having a wet dream (yes that’s a warning) I think that’s about it. This is pretty much porn, and I’m not sorry. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1931

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Just thought I’d throw this one out there for you guys since my posting got thrown off by a hurricane, and I’m feeling generous tonight. Besides, who can say no to a bed humping Jensen Ackles? I didn’t think so. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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You don’t know how you got here… Wait a minute… That’s not entirely true. You do know how you got here. There were no other rooms available, it was the last Dallas Con of the year, and it had been put off and hyped up so long that it was overbooked. 

You’d been working as Jensen Ackles PA for the last six months. With SPN ending, and his new role on The Boys looming, he’d been overwhelmed in his workload, and he needed a little extra help getting organized, which is where you come in. 

Normally you would have just rented a room close to his. This time though, there were no other rooms available, and the only room available by the time Jensen and yourself got to Dallas was a suite with one king bed. Jensen let you stay with him, saying there was no way in hell you were going to drive across town to rent another room when there was a perfectly good room with a big enough bed to share right here. 

Now here you are.

So yes, you know very well how you got here. Laying in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, with your extremely hot boss laying in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts, and a black fitted T-Shirt, less than a whole foot away from you.

Couldn’t get any more awkward? Wait!! There’s more!!!

Why not just sleep on the pull out couch in the room? Well, that’s because it was currently occupied by one Misha Collins, who had flown down with Jensen and yourself from Vancouver and found himself in the same boat as you. Roomless. 

Alcohol flowed as it does at cons. Too many shots were taken at the bar downstairs attached to the hotel, and Misha was allowed to pass out on the pullout to avoid a drunk Uber ride to God knows where he’d end up. 

You felt Jensen’s weight shift next to you, and a low grunt leaves his lips, but he didn’t wake up. The room was stuffy, and he’d kicked the covers off an hour ago, the light coming from the still it bathroom left very little to the imagination as he shifted over to his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow. The delicious curve of his ass on display in the loose-fitting boxer shorts, and the T-Shirt that had shoved it’s way up higher on his stomach when he rolled over, leaving that dip in his back exposed that people fangirled all over the globe. 

You mentally slap yourself for drooling over your boss while he unknowingly slept next to you, and forced your eyes to focus back on the ceiling. You were finally starting to feel somewhat of tiredness pull at your subconscious, and you finally let your eyes drift close. Then you heard it. A low moan comes from the extravagantly hot man lying next to. Barely audible, but definitely a moan. 

Your eyes shoot to Jensen as if someone had thrown cold water on you, but he was still laying in the same position sound asleep. 

Maybe you were dreaming and didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. 

Before you could pull your eyes away from his gorgeous body, his hips rolled ever so slightly, and a light moan fell from his lips again, pulling his boxers tighter against his well-formed ass from all the years of fight scene on Supernatural. 

You didn’t move, fuck you barely dared to breathe as you watched him. He was seriously laying next to you having a wet dream? No way.

Your eyes shot over to Misha, who was still sound asleep, or just flat passed out, Jared had pretty much drank him under the table in a bet. He was out thankfully. 

Jensen’s hips shifted again, and your eyes shot back to the scene playing out next to you as Jensen’s hips started to shifted up and down a little as he rutted himself against the mattress in his sleep, his hips finding a deep rhythm as little grunts and moans continued to fall almost inaudible from his perfect mouth. 

You knew you shouldn’t watch, this was wrong, you should look away, but every woman with a pulse, and some men for that matter, wouldn't be able to look away from this. No way. Not a chance.

Jensen’s hips rolled harder, pushing himself deeper against the mattress in search of more friction, and your hand wandered into the waistband of your shorts without you even really realizing it, finding your little bundle of nerve you began to rub harsh little circles matching his pace.

“Hmph fuck,” Jensen murmured in his sleep as he continued to hump himself into the bed, and with a deeper roll of his hips, the red swollen tip of his erection slipped threw he little slit in his boxers, rolling against the mattress as Jensen continued to fuck himself into it. A bead of precum formed at the tip as he continued to swell under his own administrations, dripping onto the white sheet underneath him. 

You bite down on your lower lip to suppress the moan that desperately wanted to fall from your lips as you watch him, slipping your fingers inside your shorts deeper, teasing your clenching entrancing that desperately wanted to be stretched by the man next to you.

He was fucking beautiful. His throbbing erection slipping through the opening in the front of his boxers, rolling against the bed with each push of his hips. His brow furrowed with a thin layer of sweat already forming there. His lips pouted in concentration. 

With each roll of his hips against the mattress, his breath started to become a pant, and a hushed moan from a moment ago became more and more prominent. 

“Y/N!” he moaned loudly, and his eyes snapped open mid-thrust against the now rooted covers that had gathered underneath him. His eyes wide with horror as embarrassment burned hot in his face. His perching green eyes locked with yours before a prominent pout formed on his beautiful face, and you were almost sure for a moment he looked as if he was going to cry from sheer embarrassment. 

Quickly jerking himself back into his boxer he broke eye contact with you and made to get up out of the bed.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry, I’ve never done anything like that before… I don’t… I’m sorry.” 

Grabbing his pillow he made to stand up but his throbbing length strained harder against the thin fabric of his boxers, so running with dignity was out of the window, hell dignity period was out of the window. Admitting defeat he grabbed the thin sheet and threw it over his hips, covering himself with the pillow that he had in his hand for good measure, then burying his face in his hands as if he wanted to die right there. 

You had two choices, you could roll over and pretend you weren’t just enjoying the show, because he’d obviously hadn’t noticed that you were, or you could shove him down on the bed, and give him the ride of his life. At this point your job was probably shot anyway, so you chose the former. He was so embarrassed that surely he’d fire you in the morning. 

“It’s okay Jensen," you whisper, crawling over to his side of the bed, and moving the pillow away from his lap, revealing the prominent tent in his boxers as you ripped the sheet away. 

He watched with his jaw hanging open as you slipped your shorts, and underwear down in one go before shoving him back down on the bed, shushing him as he laid back. 

“Don’t make a sound,” you tell him as quietly as you can, giving Misha a quick glance to make sure he was still sleeping before taking his pulsing length in your hand, pumping him a few times before sliding down onto him. 

Your mouth falls open in an inaudible moan as his back arched up to meet you as you slowly sink down onto his sizable length, and he stretches you open until you were fully seated on his lap with him inside of you, your walls already clenching around him as he bit down hard into his lips. 

He was already panting again, his eyes slammed shut in an attempt to make no sound, his mouth fallen open just slightly; letting you see his perfect row of white teeth and tongue peeking out just over the edge.

When he was finally able to open his eyes again they were at least three shades darker than what they were when he’d woken up, and his fingers found your hips in a bruising grip. Slowly at first, Jensen helped you begin to move your hips. Rolling in a slow teasing motion as you both become used to the feel of each other. His thick length hitting that place deep down inside of you very few men had ever reached, his eyes watched you bodies where they were connected.

You could already feel that familiar coil winding tight in your stomach as you moved above him, pushing you to rise and fall on him faster and faster as his hips rose and fell to meet yours as you rode him. 

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t, I’m about to fucking blow. Cum with me sweetheart,” he panted in a hushed whisper. Sitting up quickly he pulled your bodies tighter together as you continued to grind down on his cock, his pelvis hitting your clit at just the right angle, and before long you were a shaking mess on top of him as your walls clamped down around him, and he spilled his seed deep inside of you. Both of you held onto each other as he pushed you both through your high until you both fell back onto the bed a painting mess. 

You buried your head in Jensen’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around you protectively, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. 

“That was,” Jensen said in a hushed whisper as his eyes searched yours and he struggled to find the words to say.

“About fucking time,” Misha exclaimed loudly from the pullout bed across the room. Making Jensen and yourself look at each other in a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“Now if the two of you are fucking done, I’ve got a 5 AM flight I have to be ready for in the morning.” 

Jensen chucked as you buried yourself deeper into his hold, trying not to laugh hysterically because of your nerves. 

“Sorry Mish, go back to sleep,” he chucked as Misha got up and made his way to the bathroom, mumbling something about Jared owing him 100 bucks.

“So, where does this leave us?” you asked Jensen the question you feared the most, and he took a deep breath, staring towards the ceiling in thought.

“Well, I can either give you a raise and call you my VERY personal assistant or I can take you out to dinner tomorrow night; and call you my girlfriend instead?”

You settle yourself down into the covers as he pulled the over the two of you with a stupid smile plastered over your face. 

“You know what, dinner sounds great.”

Misha stumbles his way back to the bed, snorting in amusement. “Honestly Y/N, I would have taken the raise.”

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Paschal Moon

Summary: Jensen finds crossing the tracks isn’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: some angst, really bad punning(sorry) divorce, cheating, innuendos, cursing, reader says shit like I do in real life🤣

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It was Saturday night and once again Jensen found himself the proverbial third wheel.

Jared and Genevieve meant well, dragging him everywhere with them since his filing for divorce, wanting to keep him from brooding at home with a bottle when not with his kids.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy socializing, that wasn’t the problem, it was knowing it would be an evening filled with repetitive I'm so sorry and the look that sent him straight to the open bar first for many a shot nowadays.

Feeling the slight buzz he needed to deal, Jensen put on his game face and with another tumbler of liquid courage in hand made the rounds; chatting amicably with various groups, catching up with old friends.

Things were going pretty well until some dumbfuck with more alcohol than brains turned to Genevieve loudly blurting they’d heard the reason for the divorce was Danneel had been making the rounds with guy’s with more sizable assets..

That’s when her moose sized husband bellowed in the jerks face to shut their unprepossessing cake hole.

Jensen takes the momentary distraction to escape out a side door before he gives into the impulse and punches the sonuvabitch with the double entendre slammed it shut crossed over to the riverside railing and gripping it in both hands wrung it like a chicken neck.

The unexpected swish of fabric made Jensen shift his focus spying a glass half full of liquid being held out in front of him, “looks like you could use this more than me.”

He turns, finding himself gazing into the eyes of the tall drink of water he’d noticed throughout the evening.

Glancing at the glass again she laughed, “I’m not slipping you a mickey,” lifting said glass to her lips he watched her throat ungulate, making Jensen Jr. rise to attention.

“See Peaches, I’m not some crazy charity stalker.”

He took the glass and felt a spark as his fingers brushed hers, “thanks, I wasn’t actually thinking..that,” threw back the rest of the liquid appreciating the smooth slide down his throat, “it’s been a pretty shitty evening.”

“Preaching to the choir honey child. I’m here ‘cause my second cousin on my mama’s side girl broke up with him and now I know why.”

She bends over giving Jensen a fantastic view of her breasts artfully showcased in her cocktail dress retrieves a bottle, “that motherfucker thought he could pimp me out for a promotion!”

She points the bottle at him, “what the hell is it with people? That having a ring on it,” she grabs his left wrist holding it up so the lights glint off the band he hasn’t been able to remove yet, “means absofuckinglutely nothing?”

“Now you're preaching to the choir,” Jensen can’t keep the bitter note out of his voice as she refilled the glass, “my soon to be ex’s been doing that while I was working,” his shoulders dropped, feeling deflated.

“Holy shit, you’re the guy everyone is gossiping about! Is it true your wife’s been running around ‘cause you couldn’t find her clit with a map, GPS and a fucking bullseye paint on it? Hell, most gals just use a vibrator if they wanna get off that bad.”

There was no disguising his blushing this time, even the tips of his elfin ears felt hot and he’d swear they were glowing in the dim lighting as she continues, “or that your package is really,” she wriggled her pinky finger, “don’t get me wrong, no shame if you know how to use it.”

Jensen’s eyes widened in shock and she slapped her hand over her mouth, “oh fuck, I’m so sorry, my mouth doesn’t know how to stop once I get started, blame it on my upbringing.”

Jensen took a drink figuring he’d need a stiffener since there’s no telling what she’d say to his one word question, “upbringing?”

She grinned at him, “you know what they say, you can take the girl outta the trailer park..” Jensen's expression became bewildered, “yep, I’m that relative they always warned you about.”

“Little late with the warning sweetheart.”

She burst out laughing and Jensen found himself doing the same.

***

Later

They were sitting with their backs against the building working on another bottle she five finger discounted.

Here he was, a forty-three year old man normally in control ‘cause in his profession showing emotions that weren't scripted was a sign of weakness that could be exploited but this woman, whom he’s never met before, had upended his control, making him feel like he’s thirteen year old having his first crush, had him talking and laughing and before he knew it told her everything that’d actually happened.

“That sucks balls and not in the good way!”

“Kicker is she wants alimony.”

“But you caught her doing the beast with two backs..” Jensen hums in response taken another drink before handing her the glass.

“Peaches, I’m no lawyer but I’d say that ain’t fucking happening,” she refills the glass, “and no offense but your ex makes those whores back home look almost pious, they have the decency not to fuck in your bed..most of the time.”

Jensen rubbed his face, “I can’t believe I’ve told a complete stranger about my problems.”

“Sometimes it’s easier to unburden yourself to someone you don’t know.”

“I haven’t even told my family or Jared!”

“And Jared is?”

“The guy who has my back no matter what.”

“That’s probably why, you’re afraid that if he knows what really happened it'll diminish how he sees you.”

Jensen looked at her confused, “guys POV.. if I caught my wife fucking around in our marital bed saying it’s cause I couldn’t keep her satisfied in the sack, I’d not wanna discuss it either but I know it’s,” wiggles pinky again, “horseshit.”

“How..”

“You dress left..and I’ve never had a phone stand up to say hello.”

Jensen found himself stumbling to come up with some kind of coherent response.

“Ahh, come on Peaches, you know you’ve given a lotta people wet dreams about you and your alter ego.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Cause you’ve got the juiciest peach of an ass I’ve ever seen and I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers,” she says winking at him.

“Jensen!” They both look up at a fuming Jared coming out the side door. “Fuck man, I’ve been looking all over for you, we’re ready to go,” heads towards them as a church’s bells ring twelve times.

“Well pooh, I was having fun,” she says as they stood up, “guess it’s time to leave the ball and for me to head back to the pumpkin patch.” She gives Jared a nod walking towards the open door.

“WAIT!” Jensen hollars and runs to her, “you can’t just leave this way..I don’t even know your name.”

“Give me your phone,” he pulls it out of his jacket pocket making her smirk seeing its size, enters her digits, “give me a ring if you ever cross the tracks Peaches,” winking at him she then disappears into the crowded room.

“Who was that?” Jared asked as Jensen glanced at her contact info.

“Cinderella.”

***

It took weeks of Jared’s continual nagging about getting back on the horse for Jensen to decide to call.

Yet he didn’t.

Another two weeks went by when Jared flat out told him to stop acting like a teenage girl made him whip out his phone and pull up her number before going to shut it off again when Jared snatched it and held it over his head out of Jensen’s reach making him squawk taps call.

Two rings and her voice came through the speaker.“Peaches, you’re slower than molasses in January crawling uphill giving a girl a holler.”

Jensen’s irritation with Jared mellowed hearing her voice, agreeing to meet Friday at a hole-in-the-wall for lunch where he wouldn’t be recognized.

Lunch became dinner, dinner became bar hopping which lead to sneaking into Blue Hole to go skinny dipping and doing things that would scare fish, detouring to Waffle House for chili around four in the morning, ends with him spending the weekend at her place.

***

Jensen was nervous. It didn’t happen often but tonight was extra special.

A few months back she’d bounded into his home excited about an upcoming celestial event and field trip her astronomy class was taking and she really, really, really wanted him to go even though they agreed on keeping their relationship secretive until his divorce was finalized.

It struck him that it'd be the perfect night to do something he’d literally been wanting to since their first date so he said yes while mentally making other arrangements for the night.

***

“Peaches, this isn’t the way to the observatory.”

“We’re not going there sweetheart.”

“I realize that Captain Obvious! What I want to know is wtf..are you trying to get me fired? I have a class..”

“That Dr. Carnegie is graciously covering.”

“Why is..what did you do Jensen?”

“I went to the head of your department,” she groaned, “and inquired if it was possible for someone else to supervise because I’d planned a special night with my girl.”

“What happened to us keeping on the DL? Carnegie is the biggest blabbermouth..everyone on the planet’s gonna know about us by morning!”

“We don’t have to anymore ‘cause my divorce was finalized this morning.”

“WHAT!” She indignantly squawked,”why the hell didn’t you tell me..”

Jensen bemusedly listens to her ongoing rant, picking up her hand kissing it’s back entwined their fingers as he drove on for another hour to Inks Lake State Park paying for an overnight camping permit.

“Since when do you camp out, ‘cause the one time I asked, you gave me stink face when I mentioned a tent.”

“Since the day you bounded in all excited, asking me to come with you and I wanted to make tonight special.”

She leaned over kissing his cheek, “thank you. I sincerely appreciate you compromising your creature comforts for me.”

Jensen scratched the back of his head, “well, we’re not technically camping out, I got an air mattress that fits in the truck bed.”

***

Jensen gaze’s up at the moon awash with a pink hue, “I know it's a yearly thing so what makes this one so special?” The question made her lift her head from the telescope’s eyepiece, an amused expression crossed her features taken in his reclining position on the air mattress in the moonlight.

“Are you trying to seduce me Mrs. Robinson? Or do you want me to paint you like one of those french girls?”

Jensen peers down at his unintentional position: one hand tucked behind his head, bowed legs splayed, one knee slightly bent, his other hand lying near the sliver of skin peaking out between his dark henley and low riding jeans.

She walks towards the truck, “what makes this years,” sets a foot on the back bumper, “so special,” grips the tailgate and hops over onto the mattress, “is the proximity of the moons orbit,” on her hands and knees crawls forward, “to the earth,” placing her hands on either side of his shoulders she straddles Jensen’s hips slowly sitting down, “is ultra close and..whatthehellisinyourpants!!”

Jensen quickly grabbed her waist, preventing her from hitting the sidewall when she jumped off him, “that’s the other surprise I planned for tonight.”

“That’d better be a sex toy and not Peyronie's disease,” Jensen gave her an bewildered look, “what, I like your cock as is, curves just right for my pleasure.”

“Your mouth is gonna be the death of me..”

“..but what a way to go?”

Jensen flopped on his back groaning, “this isn’t how I imagined tonight going.”

“So let’s pretend we’re on set, I’ve flubbed the scene and do another take.”

“That’s why I love you,” he says, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, “the fact everything that pops into my head comes flying out of my mouth?” Jensen chuckles, “yeah well, I like you just as you are and would be the luckiest man alive if you’d marry me.” He reaches into his pocket pulling out the box she sat on and opens it revealing the ring he’d chosen takes her hand sliding it on her finger.

Her silence was almost deafening, having never known her to be without some kind of a response, “getting nervous here sweetheart,” Jensen says, “I know we’ve only been together for a short time and I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way to answer...”

“What’s the stone?”

“Umm..it’s a Moldivite,” she has this expression he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “I know it’s not conventional and if you want to pick something..else..” Jensen broke off watching her eyes fill with tears.

“You gave me this ring, not because you’re being cheap, but ‘cause you know what the significance of its origin would mean to me. You’ve never put on air’s with me, never been anything other than yourself, a genuine, caring, funny as hell, beautiful soul who couldn’t be any more perfect and I’m saying yes!”

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All I Want For Christmas Is Dean Winchester | Jensen Ackles *NSFW*

❛❛ Oh I think I have a good one for Jensen. So maybe reader is either dating or married to him and she jokes about wanting dean for Christmas. Christmas morning she finds Jensen dressed like dean and of course it leads to sex❜❜- @shieldgirl18 

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Jensen Ackles, ‘Dean Winchester’, Y/n (Reader). Arrow (mentioned), Justice (mentioned), Zeppelin (mentioned)

Summary: Jensen asks what y/n wants for Christmas, and she jokingly tells him, Dean Winchester.

WARNINGS: fluff, roleplay, smut, sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), probably errors ( I missed).

Word Count: 2191

A/N: Got a Jensen Ackles request? Send It in! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

Jensen let out a loud sigh as he plopped on the couch next to you.

“How did the Christmas shopping go?” You asked him. Putting your bookmark in your book, then putting it down beside you. Laying on your side to face him. Running your fingers through his hair. Glancing at him.

“Grueling, getting Christmas presents for girls is so hard,” Jensen huffed out. Pouting at you.

“Us girls and women are very hard to shop for, that’s why money and gift cards are the best gifts,” You joked. Making Jensen chuckle.

“So… what do you want for Christmas?” Jensen asked.

“Hmm...” You hummed. Pretending to think for a second.

“I want…Dean Winchester,” You joked. Running your index finger down his jawline. Making Jensen raise his eyebrows. A smirk gracing his lips.

“Kidding, you don’t have to get me anything,” You spoke again. Leaning closer to him, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, then pulled away.

“I’m going to make dinner,” You spoke, getting up and walking to the kitchen. Leaving Jensen on the couch. A mischievous expression crossed Jensen’s face as an idea popped up in his head. He looked over his shoulder to look at you, a smirk gracing his lips. If Dean Winchester is what you want for Christmas, then he wouldn’t deny you of your wish.

__________________________________________

Your eyes fluttered open, letting out a yawn. Stretching your arms and legs. Craning your neck to look at Jensen only to find him not there.

“Jensen,” You shouted. Only to get no response.

“Jay,” You called out again. Only to get no response. You pouted, getting up and walking to the bathroom, thinking maybe he went to get his kids.

You grabbed your toothbrush, turning the faucet on. Water flowing out. You turned the tap to the warm section. Then put your toothbrush under the water wetting it.  Then turn the faucet off. Taking the cup off of the toothpaste, then putting some on your toothbrush. Placing the toothpaste down on the vanity.

You then proceeded to brush your teeth, once you were finished brushing your teeth, you turned the faucet on washing the toothpaste out of your mouth with water, then cleaned your tongue with the tongue cleaner on the back of your toothbrush. Once you were finished doing that you washed your mouth out with water. Then clean your toothbrush, putting it back in the toothbrush holder. You turned off the faucet. Turning around and walking out of the bathroom. Stopping in the threshold as you saw Jensen laying on his side on the bed. A long green Henley shirt on as well as blue jeans.

“Jensen…” You gasped out.

“Who’s Jensen?” Jensen spoke in a gruff deep voice. Raising a brow at him.

You captured your bottom lip in your teeth. Slightly clenching your thighs together. As you realized, he was Dean Winchester.

He patted the mattress in front of him. Without much of a thought, you rushed over to him. Crawling over to him.

Placing your hands on his cheeks. Lowering your lips down towards his. Eyes fluttering closed as your lips pressed against his. He let out a deep moan.  Climbing on top of him. Straddling his waist. Grinding against him. His hands holding your waist. Rolling over, your back was pressed against the mattress. Your boobs pressing against his chest. Your hands went to the hem of his green Henley shirt, tugging it up roughly, breaking the kiss so you could pull it off of him, he raised his arms so you could take off his shirt.

He pulled away from you. Both of you breathing heavily. Eyes dark with lust.

“You’re a feisty one, I like it,” He growled deeply. Making your core ache.

Before you could even utter a single word, he kissed you again. His hands slipped underneath your pj shirt, trailing up to up your boobs, and grabbing them. Moaning at the sensation of his warm hands touching your boobs. He deepened the kiss, his hands still groping your boobs. His hands slipped away from your boobs making you whine into his mouth.

His hands trailed down your stomach making you moan softly. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up, breaking the kiss so he could pull it above your head. Chucking your shirt to the side.

His hands cupped the side of your face again. Pressing his lips against yours. Kissing you feverishly. His hands slipped away from the side of your face, trailing down towards your boobs. All the while breaking the kiss, trailing his lips down towards your neck, leaving feather-light kisses along your jawline, and neck. His hands cupping your boobs. Making you let out a loud moan. Your hands gripping his shoulders.

Your back arched as he trailed his lips down towards the valley of your breast. Still groping your boobs, he removed his left hand from your boob. His mouth immediately attached itself to your nipple, sucking lightly. Massaging your right boob.

“Oh my god,” You moaned out, arching your back as far as it could go. Head tilting back exposing your neck. Your hands falling to the bedsheets. Gripping them tightly, as he continued to suck on your nipple, he removed his mouth from your nipple. Smirking as he saw it was hard. He then moved on to the right boob, repeating the same process. Leaving you in a moaning mess.

 He removed his mouth from your right boob, trailing his searing hot kisses down your chest, towards your stomach. Till he reached the waistband of your py pants, his hands trailed down your sides, till he reached the waistline of your pj  pants, looping his fingers underneath it, tugging them down, you quickly tugged them off. Helping him out.

He tilted his head up. Looking at you with green eyes filled with lust. Lowering his head down towards your underwear. Taking the waistband in between his teeth, he pulled it down towards your ankles, taking it off, and discarding them to the side.

His lips touched your ankle, trailing feverish kisses up your leg until he reached your inner thigh. He repeated the same action on your other leg.

His mouth hovering over your glistening core. His warm breath fanning your core, making you let out a moan.

“Please…” You begged. Looking down at him with pleading eyes. He gave you a devilish smirk.

“So, impatient,” He tsked.  Lowering his head down towards your wet core.

You let out a choked moan as his mouth touched your core. Slightly sucking. This made you moan even louder. Head tilting back, back arching as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling around your inner lips. Your fingers let go of the sheets, and went towards his hair, gripping it tightly as he continued to suck. Eyes fluttering closed. Toes curling.

“J-Dean,” You moaned out, slightly saying Jensen’s name instead of Dean. Your eyes snapped open, widening in fear. Hoping he didn’t hear your slip up. Unfortunately for you, he did. He continued to suck harder, removing his mouth from your core, and going towards your clit. You let out a loud moan. Gripping his hair tighter. As he swirled his tongue around your clit, he then proceeded to bring his mouth down to your clit. Sucking harshly. His finger teasing your entrance before he slipped then into your wet core.

“Fuck…” You moaned out loud, making him smirk against your clit. He continued to suck your clit while fingering you at a slow pace.

“Faster,” You demanded, he fastened his speed a little bit, adding another finger, waves of pleasure washing over your body. Just as those waves of pleasure suddenly came, they also disappeared when he pulled his fingers out, removing his mouth from your clit.

You let out a tiny whine, sitting up on your elbows, to look at him. He quickly put his mouth on your core, sucking roughly. His thumb going to your clit and rubbing harsh circles. Your head falling back onto the pillow. Eyes fluttering closed tightly. Your fingers gripped his hair tighter, as he continued to suck.

Intense waves of pleasure washing over you. You wrapped your legs around his head. Tightening them around him, as he continued to suck.

“Yes,” You moaned out. As a familiar sensation formed in the pit of your stomach.

“Dean,” You moaned loudly, as your orgasm washed over you. Your mouth opened in an o shape, body quivering as you came in his mouth. He continued to eat you out, swallowing your cum.

Giving it one final suck he pulled away, licking his lips. As he stared at you hungrily.  You popped yourself up on your elbows, staring at him intently as your body still trembled from the aftermath of your orgasm.

“You look so pretty laying there naked and out of breath because of me.” He spoke in a gruff deep voice. Making you quiver even more. You clenched your thighs together as you felt yourself getting wet.

He undid his belt, making you let out a small moan. You sat up, crawling over to the edge of the bed. Till you were in front of him.

You grabbed his wrist making him arch an eyebrow at you, giving you a curious look.

“Let me,” You insisted. Making him smirk. You captured your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Such a naughty girl,” He purred deeply.  As you unzipped his pants, still biting your bottom lip. he felt his bulge get bigger. Tightening against his pants.

He sucked in a breath, as you peeled his jeans off of him, tugging them down. He pulled them down to his ankles, stepping out of them.

Your fingers slid down the waistband of his boxers, you tugged them down without much thought, freeing his erection, he let out a moan as it sprang up. While you wet your lips, staring at it in fixation. Before you could grab his shaft, his hand grabbed your wrist. Making you look up at him. Breath hitching as he hovered above you.

“Ah,” He warned you.

You let out a tiny whimper.

“But I want to please you,” You begged. Pouting at him.

“As much as I would love your mouth wrapped around my cock, I would much rather prefer it buried deep inside your pussy,” He deeply purred. Making you let out a tiny whimper. He smirked.

Pushing you down on the mattress. Climbing you top of you, you slightly shuffled backwards till you were in the middle of the mattress.

He searched your eyes for any signs of discomfort, you nod your head reassuringly.

He aligned his tip with your entrance. Slowly entering you. both of you let out a moan. Your hands grabbing his sides. Wrapping your legs around his waist. Lowering his body weight on you, your boobs pressed against his chest.

He then pulled out and thrusted in again, repeating the process until he got into a steady rhythm, thrusting deep inside of you. your fingernails trailed across his back, making him let out a loud groan, fastening his pace.

Your head fell back on the pillow. Eyes fluttering closed, mouth a gap. He took advantage of your exposed neck, leaving love bites on your neck.

Moans escaping your mouth, it was music to his ears, a sweet melody.

“You like that?’ He questioned you, as he thrusted deeper into you. Making your legs tighter around his waist. Fingernails digging deeper, drawing blood.

“Yes, oh, fuck,” You moaned loudly, making him smirk against your neck.

He fastened his pace, making your toes curl, as pleasure washed through your body in intense waves. Your walls clenching around his cock, made him moan against your neck. Feeling like he was on cloud nine. He was closer to releasing, but he wanted to make you come first. He trailed kisses up towards your ear.

“Your tight pussy feels so good around my cock,” He purred deeply into your ear before he captured your earlobe in between his teeth nibbling it. This seemed to make your orgasm arise. Toes curling harder, your body slightly trembling as a familiar sensation formed in the pit of your stomach. fingernails digging deeper. The back of your heel digging into his lower back.

Both of you getting closer to release.

“Let it go, babe, come all over my cock,” He growled deeply into your ear. This was your undoing, your whole body convulsed as your orgasm washed over you. Moaning loudly. He wasn’t far behind you his cock convulsing inside of you, moaning into your ear. Spilling his seed inside of you as soon as your warm juices touched his cock.

He rolled off of you. both of you breathing heavily. He carefully wrapped his arm around you. pulling your sweaty body closer to his sweaty body. You rested

“You should do this more often, roleplay as Dean Winchester,” You suggested breathlessly. A smirk graced Jensen’s lip. Letting out a deep chuckle.

“Oh, I think I could roleplay as Dean again,” He spoke deeply.

“Maybe, demon Dean or Michael Dean?” You suggested, making him chuckle….

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Confidentiality - Chapter 4: After the Convention

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Four months. Four long months that she’s been hiding in lockdown. So when everything starts to go back to normal again, she’s going back to work as Jensen’s handler for the first Supernatural convention after the pandemic.

Chapter Warnings: NSFW, flangst

WC: 3221

Beta’d by: @dean-winchesters-bacon​ <3

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She’s talking to a colleague with her third drink in hand when her phone vibrates in her purse. Fishing it out, she stares at the screen. Has to smirk too, just a little.

J: Are you finished?

Chuckling, she types in a reply. Who’s the needy one now, huh?

Y/N: Not yet. Are you?

J: Yeah, Jar wanted to go to bed early, we skipped the drinks after dinner.

Her fingers go over the keypad and she’s typing but his messages keep on coming in.

J: I’m bored

J: My cock is hard

J: I wanna bend you over

J: Come here

Y/N: I’m not finished. Give me another hour.

J: I might be sleeping

Y/N: Then I’m going back to my own hotel

J: You should go back and check out and then come here.

Y/N: Don’t know what the others will say about that.

J: Is it better if you go back in the morning in your clothes from today?

She rolls her eyes because she knows he’s right. 

J: Tell them you have to leave early before they wake up. 

J: Which, btw, is a good excuse to leave the bar earlier too.

Y/N: You did some thinking on this, huh?

J: Babe, I like to be thorough. 

Y/N: But then it’ll take me longer to get to you.

J: I’ll survive, have your panties to keep me company.

Y/N: That’s creepy

J: Then come here and make it less creepy

*

Y/N downs her last drink in a hurry. She never wanted to be that girl who runs when a man tells her to, but in this case she knows that Jensen’s right and god knows that she wants to spend time with him too. Because after this? After tonight, she’s secretly decided that she’s going back to her own place. The pandemic is over, they are allowed to move around freely. There’s no need to be holed up with someone just because they both don’t want to be alone. 

Of course she hasn’t told him yet. She’s not really good at these things. Avoids the talking like a plague.

Bidding her goodbyes, she tells her team that she has to leave early tomorrow and therefore won’t see them at check out in the morning. But she’ll see them at the next convention, which is basically around the corner. 

Back in her room, she packs her things, checks out and takes an Uber to Jensen’s hotel. She goes straight for the elevators and when she arrives on his floor, she takes off her heels that are killing her. Slowly, she strolls over to his door and knocks. 

The door flies open and Jensen’s still dressed in his shirt and jeans. His hair is a little ruffled up, probably because he took a nap waiting for her. He must have because he absolutely loves taking naps.

He opens the door wider for her to roll her suitcase in and she leaves her shoes by the door. She notices the room smelling like him. Smelling like his cologne. She absolutely loves that.

“You checked out,” he says and steps away from the door, walks further into the room. 

“You told me to.” Y/N turns around and stands upright, sees him crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I didn’t think you’d do what I say,” Jensen shrugs before he lets his hands drop down around his hips and starts to stroll towards her. 

He reaches out, pushing his hand below her chin to tip her face up. She sees him staring at her, the light in the room is dim, but it’s just right to bring his freckles into focus. She loves them dearly. 

“Who won today?” she asks, her lips spread into a grin. 

Jensen chuckles, “I’d like to think it’s a draw.” He bends down, kisses her smiling lips, tongue teasing and tempting.

As always with them, their kisses grow heavier quickly and Jensen wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She moans at it, moans at the bulge she feels prodding against her lower stomach, and he swallows all the sound she’s making.

He turns around with her in his arm, turns around with his lips still attached to hers and walks her back to the bed, laughs quietly into her open mouth before he picks her up and throws her into his still made bed. 

Y/N shrieks and giggles in delight and Jensen’s on her, kissing and nibbling at her throat as his hands find the zip of her skirt, pulling them down. 

He kisses his way up again, claims her mouth once more before he parts but he leaves his forehead on hers, “Tell me what you want.”

“God—”

“Ah, just call me Jensen,” his smile is cocky and she cranes her neck, kissing him to shut him up. 

“Tell me,” he breathes into her mouth between hard kisses and soft tentative licks of his tongue.

“Oh god,” she breathes out, “I wanna you to eat me like you said you wanted to.”

“Yeah?” Jensen licks down her throat, sucks in her skin sharply. She’s altogether sure that he’ll leave a mark. Not that she cares. Not right now. 

“Yeah,” she says, “Want to bury my hands in your hair, want to feel your beard between my thighs.”

“Mmh.” 

Jensen works his way further down, nimble fingers unbuttoning her blouse on his way down. He pushes her shirt open, hands going to her bra and pushes them underneath her tits, making them stand up. He groans, and dips his face down, sucking her nipple into his mouth while he kneads at her other tit. 

She arches her back, hands grabbing at his head and Jensen works his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses and pricking of his beard in his wake. His hand leaves her tits to pull at her skirt. He has to step out of the bed to be able to take it off properly and flings it to the floor. 

He also takes the opportunity while he stands to get rid of his shirt, fingers quickly working on his buttons, and sends the fabric piling next to her skirt on the floor. She sits up as well, pulling her blouse off her body and unhooking her bra while her eyes are trained on him. 

Licking her lips, she watches him unbuckle his belt, watches him zip down his pants and pull them down, stepping out of them before he gets rid of his underwear. Jensen’s hard, the tip of it leaking clear liquid already. 

God, it makes her mouth water.

His one hand goes to his cock, fists it and she watches him thumbing at his slit, spreading the clear liquid around the head, as he kneels onto the bed again. His hand leaves his cock and he pushes her knees apart. 

“Christ, look at you,” Jensen rubs his hands along her inner thighs, lets his finger brush against her sensitive skin, “So pretty.” 

That’s also something he does, he can dirty talk so sweetly. It makes all the blood in her body shoot up to her head. 

Jensen shoulders himself between her thighs, his breathing fans hotly over her wet pussy. He looks at her, holds her gaze as he sticks his tongue out and dips his head down a little to licks a broad stripe up her wet center. 

“Fuck,” she chokes out, her hands find his hair, fingers threading through his soft locks as she arches her back and pulls him closer into her pussy. 

He closes his eyes, licks and sucks at her nub before he threads his whole face through her slick. He’s so good at it, fuck. The prickling of the beard gives her that added sensation. She’s sure she’ll have a beard burn tomorrow, but her skin has slowly gotten used to it in the four months of quarantine. As much as she loves for him to do it, he loves it just as much, if not more, and she can’t find in her heart to deny what makes him happy. It’s more of a win-win situation.

One night, he spent three hours down there, determined to see how many times he could make her come on his tongue alone. Seven. It was seven times. It could have been more but her skin had started to hurt. He’d wanted to get up and shave right then and there but fortunately, she’d been able to talk him out of it.

Y/N fists her hands into his hair as she feels her orgasm approaching, pulling him even closer and grinds her pussy against him. Jensen lets her, humming and sucking some more, bringing her closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, Jen—, I’m—” 

“Mmh, come on, baby.”

Her legs are shaking, her whole body trembles as an orgasm shakes through her, and she’s still holding him close still, jerking with the aftershocks of her release. 

Jensen lets her calm down, kisses her clit and her folds softly, breathing hot air that soothes her tender skin. 

“Good?” he cocks his eyebrows and looks up at her with a charming smirk. 

“Oh god, yes,” she laughs, and yanks him up by his hair. He likes that, he told her once. Likes it when it hurts a little. 

His face comes up gleaming, beard shimmering with her release and Jensen licks his lips, tasting her off his mouth. 

He moves further up, kisses her, flooding her mouth with her own taste as he kisses her hungrily. The tip of his dick leaves a wet trail on her thighs. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” he growls low, kisses down her jaw, and moves to suck at her throat again, the place where he left a mark. Where he always leaves a mark.

Y/N pushes him away playfully so he’s kneeling on the bed while she gets up and gets on all fours facing him. She lowers herself on her arms, but keeps her ass up in the air as she nuzzles her face into his crotch, nosing at his heavy balls. 

“Babe, I’m gonna blow as soon as you suck it,” Jensen’s breathing is ragged, his voice a little broken. 

She looks up at him, sees his hair falling around his face as he looks down at her, his hands are fisted into balls on his side. Humming, she lets her tongue tickle his balls. “Where’s your self control, Ackles?” she asks before sucking in his testicles, worries at one and then the other. His dick jerks at her touches. 

“Fuck,” he grits his teeth, “I have self control, alright? It already takes everything in me not to just shoot into your face.”

Grinning, she sticks out her tongue, licks a broad stripe up his shaft and twirls her tongue around the head of his cock. The taste of pre-cum is strong in her mouth; it floods her mind. It makes her dizzy, makes her crave, makes her thirst for more. 

His left hand goes to her hair, stroking it back as he watches her wrap her lips around his tip, tongue toying with the sensitive band. 

“God,” he groans, and she knows that he has self control because he’s trying his best not to just fuck his cock down her throat. 

She opens her mouth wider, sticks out her tongue and takes him in further. He growls above her, clearly about to fall apart and that’s when Y/N knows that she has him where she wants him. Bobbing her head, she sucks him, twirls her tongue when she reaches the tip and sucks just a tad more there. 

“God,” Jensen moans, “Just like that, Fuck, yeah. So good, you’re doing so good, baby.” 

Did she say that she loves that too? Absolutely loves to be praised by him. It comes out so deep, gravely, it makes her cunt ache and her wetness drip down her thighs.

The sound of her sucking him off is loud in the room, it makes her a little embarrassed but when the praises start to come in, she quickly forgets about it. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, and she looks up to see him looking down at her fondly, his hand in her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he watches her please him. 

Leaning over her while she takes him the deepest she can, he toys with her ass and pussy, rubbing her just right, then slides two fingers into her wet heat. She moans with her mouth full of his cock. 

After only about six head-bobs later, Jensen has enough, because he’s pulling her off his cock and manhandling her around so that she’s still on all fours but facing away from him, making her squeal and laugh. 

So much for his self control. 

He has to do that, has to distract her when he knows that he’ll blow. Has to stop because the act that he enjoys most is when he can come inside of her. 

Jensen loves the idea of her leaking his cum. She doesn’t really mind. Never had a reason to mind since they were holed up in his home anyway. He likes it when he sees her squirm while she’s making breakfast, likes it when he sees her stop in her tracks while she’s walking around the house only to look between her thighs to check if she needs to go wash herself or if tissues are enough. 

It’s weird that she’s come to love it too. Loves how all of a sudden, the warmness spreads between her thighs. She rarely wore panties during her stay with Jensen, and had stopped wearing them after two weeks because she ended up changing them all the time.

He spanks both his hands down her ass cheeks, making her yelp, and he kneads them around, massaging them before spanking her again, “Told you I wanted to spank you for your behavior today.”

Striking down twice more, he makes her cry out into the sheets. And then he sits back onto his heels, and probably admires his work. She knows he must be as it’s awfully silent at her back. 

Something’s poking at her entrance, something soft and blunt. He threads his cockhead through her slick, teasing her some more. Y/N pushes her ass back against him, trying to catch his dick, trying to fuck herself on his cock. 

“Who’s needy now, huh?” Jensen snickers. 

With one hand, he holds her still by her hips as he guides his cock to her pussy with his other hand and pushes in. She moans out when she feels his tip entering her. 

Jensen leaves his cock there, both hands on her hips and he grabs a handful of her flesh before pushing his hips forward, sinking his cock into her slowly. He groans, loud and deep, making her shudder with want. 

Pulling his hips back, he also pulls his cock out at the same time, leaving the tip inside only to slam back into her more roughly. The impact sends her forward but he’s still holding her by her hips, pulling her back while he thrusts forward. He’s so fucking deep, fills her so fucking good. 

“Fuck,” she breathes out, her hand fists in the sheets as she lets him fuck her hard and rough. 

Y/N knows he needs it like this from time to time and god knows she needs it, too.

He thrusts into her at a maddening pace, spanks her ass more while he’s at it. “That’s it, baby, fuck,” he growls above her. Before she knows it, he slips out, flips her and turns her around, to sink his cock right back in as he covers her body with his. 

Jensen kisses her, licking into her mouth, while she claws at his back. That’s her way of leaving a mark on him, and he absolutely does not mind.

His thrusts are getting slower, more sensual, more intimate. And she knows that it’s what he does. He can switch his dominant side on and off. One moment he wants to take everything from her, the next, he’s giving her everything she needs. 

He fucks her slow and deep, kisses her and sucks in her tongue, swallowing her moan into his open mouth. Jensen loves this angle because it makes her come as he strokes inside her tight channel and hits her sweet spot just right. Y/N gushes around him, bites into his shoulder as her thighs clamp around his waist, pressing his body between them. Jensen groans too, buries his face into the crook of her neck as he mouths at her throat. 

They stay connected a little longer with him propping himself up on his elbows next to her head. His hand smoothes her hair back, his nose nudging at hers, while he pecks her lips. His hair is falling around his face and her hand goes up to brush them back too. They are sticky and sweaty and his beard tickles on her cheek. 

  *

After the shower, where he made her come again on his fingers, they cozy up onto the bed, a blanket surrounding them while she rests her head on his chest. She hooks her leg over his thighs while his hand lazily strokes her back. 

The silence between them is comfortable, calming.

It’s when Jensen starts to speak that she feels like crying. 

“Are you coming home with me tomorrow?” he whispers. The tone of his voice indicates that he knows it’s not his choice. 

“I don’t know,” she says, because she really doesn’t. Her return flight is to Austin, but she has no idea what will happen from there on out. 

“I want you to.”

“Jensen...” 

“I really do.”

She swallows the lump in her throat, “You know that it has started with us just being comfortable around each other, enjoying each other's company, right?”

“Yeah,” Jensen sighs, “but we lived together for four months.” He holds her just a little tighter, not wanting to let her go. “I’d like for you to stay.”

“I’d rather not have anyone know about it.”

“They won’t. I’ll keep you my secret,” he says, tilting his head to kiss her forehead.

“I don’t have to go anywhere public with you?” she asks, because that’s a nightmare for her. She’s just not good at that. 

“Not if you don’t want to,” he chuckles, “Say yes?”

“Does that mean that you want to really date me?” 

He turns his head to look at her, in that angle she can see a little double chin. It’s absolutely adorable; she loves his soft bits. “We have to yet go on a date together, but yeah, I’d love to take you out.”

“I don’t put out on the first date, Jensen.” It’s her turn to chuckle.

“I bet I can change your mind.” He turns around, pins her to her mattress and starts to rub his beard on her face, making her giggle and laugh. He tickles some more, hands goes to her hips, her ribs. 

“Yes,” Y/N says breathlessly, “yes.” Jensen stops, his nose touching hers, his long hair falling into her face and he smiles before he presses his lips on hers.

..The End

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(He Isn't) A Good Guy

Kinktober day 15: humiliation kink

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Jensen is tired of everyone saying he's a good guy.

Warnings: dirty talk (kind dark bc of the kink), handjob, p in v, riding, cheating, possessive, slapping

You have to be careful with what you're good at. You might just end up doing it for the rest of your life.

Jensen Ackles never caught the appeal of that saying. If you were really that good at something, why wouldn't you want to do it?

Such a mindset was as constant as a mother’s love and made Jensen's loyal company for a long time during his career. He pictured it would last forever: the head pats, positive criticism, and his charm that caught more and more fans. The Hollywood man was happy, really. He grew to be a good — if not great — actor. He had a wife and three kids that were the love of his life. He could go anywhere and find a job through the instantaneous recognition that Supernatural bestowed upon him, not to mention its gift of a best friend, Jared, and the raw amount of personal growth he went through. 

He was perfect in the most diversified aspects of his life, and, God, it was boring as fuck.

Whatever Jensen did, he was excused for it. Plenty of people would light themselves on fire for him (and hey, don’t think he was ungrateful for that), but being called a good guy that apparently couldn’t do any wrongs while the rights came out even in his sleep could be devastatingly annoying.

He thought he might have some problem, perhaps even a middle-aged crisis. Come on, who, with his life, would feel compelled to look for something else? Ackles had the money, the friends, and family. He had everything everyone dreamed about, but he just wanted to wake up.

Then, he met you.

You were the woman in her twenties who was barely starting in the media business, yet you had enough luck and talent to evoke the CW's attention that early. They wouldn't hire you as an official director, but you were in the training process. You were a prodigy, as most people on the set liked to joke about.

You sighed, slightly frustrated about the direction these takes were going. Asking Ackles to follow orders was roughly the same as punching a wall; the brick didn't break, and it only left you with scuffed knuckles and growing irritation. “Jensen, you need to tilt your head to the side or we won't be able to catch her face on camera.” 

“I'm doing that,” he said as if it was obvious.

“The camera doesn't agree with you.” You crossed your arms, tired of having this heated squabble again.

“I know how to shoot sex scenes, Y/N. I've been doing that for—”

You interrupted him: “I'm aware of how long the show I'm working on has been going, Jensen. Now, take my hint and do as I say. I get that you have done this before, but we are trying a new position, so your M.O. might not work.” You knew he was a good actor. Supernatural wouldn't be what it was if it wasn't for his character. Still, you needed this episode to be perfect in terms of filming. It was your first actual chance to prove how worthy you were. Jensen had his career and little apple pie life settled, but you had to scratch and squirm to insert yourself into the industry. You knew what you were doing. Nonetheless, you attempted to pacify his self-assurance by being assertive and gentle at the same time: “Just listen to me and try it. Please.”

The green-eyed man opened his mouth, very much ready to spit out a contradicting retort, but at the last second, he clamped his jaw shut and opted for a smirk instead. “Yeah, boss.”

It was the first time in years that someone actually came at him. Jensen felt the bruise aching his ego that spiked a sudden pressing need to puff out his chest and say I know what I am doing. Why don't you watch? 

He'd call that the Texan man behavior, alpha macho testosterone levels on high, but, honestly, he was just mad that someone had the audacity to talk to him like that, as if he was a rookie on his job. Jensen's whole body heated up, his jaw clenched, and his breath caught on his throat when he glanced at you — of course, he'd never put a hand on a woman, but God, that was infuriating. He wasn't a middle school child in need of a lecture.

But this was his first impression. As you gave everyone fifteen minutes to relax before shooting again, he went to his trailer, gait unnecessarily heavy like a child throwing a tantrum. Jensen locked his trailer and closed his eyes, trying to pick out his emotions — how long have it been since he got mad? That couldn't be healthy.

Do as I say. Your words were echoes in his head, spinning and making him dizzy. Just listen to me.

And the look you gave him. It wasn’t adoration as a fan or nervousness like a new worker. You didn’t excuse him as anyone else did. You glanced at him as you would to any other person on the set that had made a mistake: you pointed it out and didn't offer any sugarcoating to dull the blow.

It felt refreshing.

Shaking your head at the scene unrolling on the other side of the camera, you let out an exhausted sigh. This was your second directed episode, and Jensen wasn't making it easy for you. He always seemed like such a nice guy, yet you weren't surprised by his mulish behavior. You had called him out, and now he was turning it back around on you. Celebrities were complicated on their one, but male ones even more. Their egos required a role for themselves.

“Everyone, ten minutes!” you announced, placing the headphones on the table next to you. Your crew started dispersing, Ackles included, when his name left your lips: “Jensen, c'here.”

The green-eyed man arched his eyebrows, not sure why you wanted to talk to him so privately. Still, he approached you.

When you were a kid, you went through a phase when your smile wasn’t very pretty. It was too much teeth, eyes too tight, and head lifted high enough to show under your chin. Your parents couldn't just up and tell you that it looked terrible, obviously, so they just showed you multiple pictures until you decided that you didn't like something about it.

Maybe that would work with Jensen.

You patted the chair next to you, and Jensen sat there with a wisp of hesitation. You clicked on the scene you had been trying to get right for almost an hour. The replay went smoothly, Ackles's shoulders shrugging by the end. He didn't see the fuss about this.

“Seems good,” he said nonchalantly. 

You squinted your eyes at him. Someone as talented as him couldn't be serious about not seeing a problem with how ridiculous his vampire transformation through the last season was. “Seems like a sitcom”

“It's a dumb scene.” Jensen shrugged.

You groaned. “Can't you just accept that you can do better?”

Jensen crossed his arms and straightened his posture, holding a defensive atmosphere around him. God, he was infuriating sometimes. “Maybe you can. I've been doing great for years. You might not be the right director for this kind of show.”

“Just do as I said. You're in the scene, but I'm the audience. I can see right through you. I'm seeing things from another perspective and trying to tell you how to improve. That's what a director is for. Go ahead and try it!”

Your friendly conversation with the lead apparently had the opposite effect. As soon as he went back to his place in front of the camera, Jensen Ackles appeared to acquire the stubborn, incredibly unprofessional desire to take on all the worst camera angles only to get on your nerves.

“Are you kidding me!?” You elevated your voice, furious at how careless he was. All your patience has been zapped. “You're doing it on purpose. How can you be so petty?”

“Me? Petty!?” he said between gritted teeth, almost hissing as he walked to you. “I've been playing Dean for years. I know him more than—”

“I know. You do a big job with that character, but Jensen, you make mistakes. It's part of the process. You're a grown-ass man, so you can take what I'm saying and make something useful out of it. I'm the director; you are the actor. I don't care about how long you’ve been on this stage, and I don’t care for incompetence. You ain't doing good, so do as I say and fix it.”

Jensen tensed up when you said that, exhaling shortly while his eyes glued on you. You were half his age, yet the way you presented yourself — arms stiffly crossed, eyes ablaze and chin lifted — spoke of your power on this film set. At the end of the day, he was just a man, and he was in your court. Just like that, you held all control. He bit his bottom lip, neck red with the heat of anger and adrenaline that lashed through his body.

He was furious, yet all his body could do was react as if you had kissed him instead of punching his ego.

Anger and luxury both came from the same place. They were just different branches on the same tree growing from a common seed.

The half of Supernatural's leader actor started doing it on purpose, then. Not acting in a way that could collide with his career or mess up the shooting schedule, but an occasional bitched scene here and there when he had a chance, and always when you were in charge of the scene.

He relished in it: someone treating him like a man and not an untouchable idol. A woman who would look straight in his eyes and not be too intimidated, excited, or lovey-dovey to tell him all the bad things he needed to hear. You were someone who could put him in his place.

Unfortunately, playing around can only get you so far. If you bring someone to the pool, they won't be satisfied with just one foot in the water. They'd want to swim, splash water at their friends to get them all wet and soaked too. 

What started with provocative, fuming rage and nuisance soon melted into something deadlier. It was something unmanageable, a burning fire that attracted all the wrong kinds of glances. Yet, neither of you could help but follow where the smoke signal led.

You were here, in each other's arms. It was a dirty little secret that went way beyond just an illicit affair: it was about what you two could give to each other without even asking, and what other people could never quite comprehend. . . And they didn't need to. Jensen had you, and you had Jensen. To desire and savor the result was enough.

Your hand was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in a painfully slow rhythm. You had two legs wrapped around his, your face hanging next to Jensen's — close enough that you could kiss all of his freckles if this were out of love and not necessity — as you spoke.

“Everybody thinks you are the good guy. Little mister perfect.” Ackles groaned at the malice in your tone. He hated that — how everyone called him perfect, how every single person told him he was such a good guy. You were his only grounding force under the blinding lights. “But I know you aren't. You are nasty, disgusting, and so needy for someone to put you in your fucking place.”

The male's lips parted slightly, a pornographic moan leaving his body. This perversion felt like a hair short of sin. Who in their right mind would be so turned on by a girl half his age picking up all the worst things one could say about him, only to throw them exactly where it hurt the most?

Why, in the name of God, did he want more? Why was Jensen bucking his lips, needy noises that he never dons escaping his trembling body? Why was his cock hard as fuck, ruinining your fingers with sloppy precum while he internally begged you for more? 

It was like receiving a miracle and giving it to the devil.

“Look at you,” you continued, a smirk painted on your features, “getting fucked in your trailer by the woman who basically told you to stop whining and get your job done like a real man.” You loved being in control of the usually overconfident Hollywood star. If only his dearest fans knew how much of a submissive he was — how he just needed to be told where he belonged. 

“Y/N…” Jensen managed to say, his chest moving erratically fast. You leaned in to press your lips to his, and he whimpered. Ackles' hand slid to your waist in an attempt to pull you closer, but all he got was a slap on the arm and lack of friction on his dick. “Y/N!”

“I didn't say you could touch me, stubborn idiot.” You hissed, getting up to throw away your skirt and underwear. Jensen sniffed, feeling so ridiculous about himself. You had way too much control over him, but he couldn't really care about anything other than you touching his cock right now. Fuck composure or else. “I'm not your wife. I'm not one of your thirsty fans.” Each word came out in a harsh tone, those syllabus together had no other duty but hurt him, and he loved how they agonized in his body, redirected right to his hardness. You got free of the skirt and your soaked lace panties. “I don't need you. This?” You gestured at yourself and Ackles, a wry laughter coming out as you climbed on his lap. “I'm doing you a favor. So, you better thank me and take whatever I choose to give you. Understood?” Jensen's eyes were obsessed with your image, not leaving your face once— not even to look at his hard cock that was so close to your cunt due the new position. He just nodded, wishing that was enough to show you his piece of mind. It wasn't. You slapped his cheek and howled. “I made you a question.”

Jensen gulped, the red on his cheek from your smack couldn't compare to his blushed body. This felt so good, finally getting what he wanted. Ultimately, he blurted out: “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now let's put you to good use.” You winked at him, a hint of silly playfulness before you got all his length inside you at once. Both of you moaned, the unique sensation of your walls around his hard dick was marvelous. So warm, tight, and wet. Everything he deserved in one pussy, one woman. You started to move your hips up and down. “You feel so good inside me, baby. Like your cock was made for me— I think you were made just for this, to be fucked by me. What do you think?” His eyes fluttered shut, Jensen was allowing himself to get lost into you. You were heaven in sin, fucking him so nice. You weren't having his silent, though. You both had to be quiet about many things regarding to your mutual arrangement, you couldn't get more of closed mouths. Not when this was happening. You grabbed Jensen's jaw, fingertips pressing against his skin. “You better start answering me before I get out of here and go get some with a real man.”

Jensen groaned, holding your hips possessively. You knew he was one of the jealous kind, talking about other men touching you always got a reaction out of him. “I'm a real man.” 

“Show me then, baby.” A glimpse of sweetness appeared as you leaned in to kiss his lips. It didn't last much before your lips went to his neck, words coming through an open-mouthed there. “You know, they all are so caught up in your act, Jensen. The perfect texan boy, the amazing husband, the unproblematic idol…” You chortled, sending goosebumps through his whole soul. His dick was deep into you as you were riding his restlessly. “I bet you get tired of this. I bet you just want to fuck me in front of everyone sometimes, just to show them how dirty you can be.” He nodded, a soft whine leaving his lips. He was so tired of being the good guy. Only you knew him. “Like right now. You spent the whole day messing up with me, teasing me, just so you could get punished. And here we are, fucking in your trailer, while everyone is getting ready to go home.” He tried to move his hips as well, to get more of you. When you didn't stop him, Ackles winced and bucked his hips, hitting your G-spot, going deep and raw inside your tight cunt. One of his hands went to your pussy, digits pressing to your clit. Your next words came during groans of pleasure. “You should go too, baby. But you can't help it, huh? You just want go fuck me, even though I don't even care enough to send you a message to make sure you got home safe. You like it. You love that I'm not crazy about you, that I don't care.” His heart ached, but his cock only grew harder. Jensen could feel he was on the edgy. “So, you stay here instead of going home to your sweet wife. You stay here instead of hanging out with your best friend. You stay here instead of looking through your social media just to get an ego boost. Is this what a good man would do, Jensen? No... But that's okay. Men like you just need to be put in their places, and you love it.”

“Y/N!” He screamed helplessly, pulling your body closer to him when he came inside you, marking your pussy as his. A treacherous, lust stained thought was placed on his shoulders, whispering lovingly to his ear like you did your swearing: breed her, get her pregnant with your baby. Make her yours.

You had broken him, and he loved every second of it. He couldn't wait to give you the shattered pieces as a gift.

You came with an excruciating grunt right after him, all over his cock. The feeling of Jensen coming inside you always pushed you right way. You sighed happily, resting your head on his chest.

He enjoyed moments like this.

You remained there, waiting for his cock to relax inside you, get less hard before you pulled you. When it did, you pressed a quick kiss to his collarbone, walking to grab your clothes.

“Jensen,” You coughed after putting on your skirt. “I'll send you the new script tonight. Send me an email to confirm that you got it.”

What you truly wanted to say was, tell me if you got home safe. But you couldn't.

“Sure.” Jensen answered with a nod. Once again, he also wanted to say something else: thank you for giving me what I need, for seeing me. I love you. But he couldn't.

You picked up your wet panties, throwing it at him with a teasing smile before leaving the trailer.

It was enough.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

It’s Only the Beginning

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, oral fem recieving, fingering, beard burn

Request by @brokenheartscrybrokentears​: Are you still doing a requests? If so can you do a smutty request where she and Jensen are at a dinner and he is under the table?? Please please please..?? Thank you..

Summary: All you wanted was to enjoy a meal with your husband, but instead, he’s making a meal out of you.

give him an inch and he will take a yard @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​​ torture @spndeanbingo​​ accidental confession @spngenrebingo​​ “You have cream cheese on your face” “Wanna lick it off?” “Is that a dare?” @spnquotebingo​​

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

You and your husband have been so busy with life and work that you two never have any time for one another. It’s always been touch-and-go with a lot of things, so you were really looking forward to having a date night with him. You can tell work has been putting a damper on his mental health--always going to work with tired eyes and coming home with brittle bones and heavier bags underneath his eyes. It’s not fair how hard he works when he doesn’t get a lot of rewards for it. He says he doesn’t mind, but you can see past his tough exterior.

It was actually your idea to go out tonight, and you kept reminding him that you would kill him in his sleep if he tried to postpone or cancel on you. Knowing the threat was real to some degree, he made sure he was free tonight. This night was supposed to help him relax and get his mind off things, but instead, he’s made it all about you.

His chair across from you is empty, but his presence is still hanging over you, always reminding you that he has you exactly where he wants. Your face must be red at this point from how hard you’re trying to keep all your feelings and thoughts to yourself. Your knuckles are sore from how hard you're clutching the table cloth. You’re far enough away from other people for them not to know what is going on here, but you’re close enough that if you make a sound, they will definitely hear.

You’re trying so hard to act like everything is okay, but apparently, you’re not doing a good job. The waitress stops chatting with the bartender enough to notice you, and she heads over to your table with a concerned look on your face.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

“W-why wouldn’t I-I be okay?” you stutter.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you are squirming and almost at the brink of tears for the last twenty minutes. Is your husband gone?”

“No, h-he’s not finished,” you clear your throat to stop the moan from escaping.

You could have sworn you heard Jensen laugh, but it’s more like you felt it. This little bastard is going to get what’s coming to him soon enough.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“N-No, I’ll b-be fine. My stomach just hurts that’s all. Cramps, y-you know.”

“I do,” she smirks so faintly you thought you were seeing things. “I’ll come by a little later to check on you, okay?”

“Y-yeah, sounds g-good.”

She leaves the table with a knowing look on her face, and you just know that she knew exactly what was going on. Maybe the only reason she didn’t try to stop it is that there wasn’t a lot of people in the restaurant to begin with. Maybe she wanted you to get yours. You have no clue why she didn’t stop it, but you’re glad she didn't.

You kind of brought this on yourself because you’re slapping yourself internally right now when you think back to the conversation that started this all.

“I have a confession to make,” you slur.

You were out with your girlfriends drinking and having a good time when your husband picked you up when your friends realize that you’re only going to get worse.

“What is that?” he chuckles as he drives you two home.

“You know what my biggest fantasy is? You know, sexually?”

“Are we really going there right now? All I’m going to do is put you to bed after I get you to drink some water.”

“I don’t want any water. I want you.”

“Not tonight, sweetheart. You know this.”

“I didn’t tell you my fantasy though!” you hiccup.

“What is it?” he sighs and stops at a stoplight.

“I really want public sex. The thrill of it all turns me on. You know, not knowing if people know but knowing you could get caught at any moment. I want that,” you giggle.

Jensen just stares at you, not really paying attention to the light that just turned green. He snaps out of his trance when he hears the car behind him honk their car for him to start moving. He looks at you up and down before resuming the drive home.

“Just know you asked for it,” he chuckles mischievously.

Jensen’s words are replaying in your mind over and over again, always reminding you that you’re the one that put yourself in this situation. If you’d known that giving him this little bit of freedom was going to turn into this, you wouldn’t have done it--well, that’s what you want to tell yourself. You’re so lucky these tables have cloths that go all the way to the ground because if they didn’t, then you would for sure get caught.

Jensen’s hands grip your thighs tightly, spreading your legs wider so he can have more access to your dripping pussy. He’s been at this for twenty minutes, and he’s still not done. He wants to bring you to the peak as many times as he can before your body tells him that you can’t take any more. His tongue slides between your folds before plunging back into you. You let out a small squeak, earning a few stares from a few people around you.

S-sorry,” you whisper.

His fingers find your throbbing clit, and the sudden pressure on the bundle of nerves causes you to clench your thighs around his face. He’s been growing out his beard, so you know you’ll definitely have beard burn later on. He slots his shoulders between your thighs so they have nowhere else to go before paying attention to your clit once again.

He pinches the nerve bundle between his fingers, rolling it lightly. A surge of pleasure shoots straight from your core to virtually every spot in your body. Your knees jerk upward, hitting the end of the table with a loud thud. Your cheeks heat up, you’re afraid everyone is going to know just how flushed you are. This is complete torture, and he knows it.

Jensen is just basking in amusement and cockiness from how things are going, he decides to take it up a notch. He removes his long and wet tongue from your center, only to lick up to your clit. He switches places with his fingers so that when he cups his lips around your clit, he slides in two thick fingers.

Your channel stretches to fit him, and you place your hand over your mouth so muffle the moan you know is going to slip. He starts to recite the alphabet with his tongue, scissoring his fingers to stretch you for his cock later. He won’t take you in the restaurant because he wants those moans reserved for him and him only.

“Shit, Jensen, you need to stop,” you whisper, hoping that no one heard you.

Once he adds another finger, you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. All the stimulation on your clit and your g-spot is enough to bring you right at the edge. Jensen knows your body more than you do, so he knows exactly what kind of strings to play to get you right where he wants. To put you over the edge for the fourth time that evening, he gives your clit a little nibble.

He knows that you don’t really like teeth being on your most sensitive area, but you also know that Jensen would never do anything to harm you. He is more than capable of experimenting with you on things, and this is one of them.

“Shit!” you exclaim loudly, covering your mouth when you realize what you have done. Everyone looks over at you, and you clear your throat before letting out your breath shakily. “I’m fine. S-sorry everyone.”

It takes them a few minutes to go back to what they were doing, all the while you’re coming down from your high. Jensen’s face must be covered with your release by now, but he’s brought a napkin with him to wipe away the evidence. You’re pretty sure everyone here knows what is happening, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

Jensen finally pulls away from you, granting you a break for the night. He cleans you and himself up before peeking out from underneath the table to see if anyone is looking. When the coast is clear, he returns to his seat with the most shit-eating grin on his face.

“If I knew I’d be having a second dessert, I would have not finished my meal,” he chuckles.

“You fucking asshole,” you hiss, not meaning it at all.

“You’re the one that asked for it. I’m just delivering,” he whispers and takes a bite of his cheesecake that has been left untouched until now.

“Everyone was staring. I won’t be able to walk out of here, Jensen,” you say.

“Then I did my job right.”

“Don’t look so smug. I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Game on then, sweetheart,” he laughs and takes another bite.

He holds out his fork for you to taste, and you glare but take one anyway. Your little activity has made you parched.

“You have cream cheese on your face,” Jensen notes and grab his napkin.

“Wanna lick it off?” you retort, not realizing what you said.

“Is that a dare?” he chuckles.

“No, never mind, it was a joke,” you say and wipe your own face clear of any mess. “You did enough licking for one night.”

“It’s so cute you think I’m done with you,” he chuckles and takes yet another bite of his dessert.

You stare at him, speechless, because how can he give you more than what he’s already given? Four orgasms in one evening and he wants to do more? He knows your body better than you do, so you trust him completely. Now all you’re going to be thinking about is what he’s going to do to you when you finally get home.

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[impala-dreamer]

Best Life

~ Life is hectic, stressful, full of worry. Sometimes, you need to sneak away and live your best life with your best man by your side. ~

Chris Evans x Reader

1,250 Words

Warnings: Extremely Romantic Fluff. SFW. It's marshmallows dipped in fluff covered in white chocolate topped with strawberry sprinkles.

A/N: This was written with all the love in the world for my best friend and wife, @because-imma-lady-assface​. I hope you all enjoy...

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She laughs against his cheek. His beard is soft but tickles her lips as it passes over. He’s rolling over as sleep takes him back, barely awake, but purposely crushing her beneath him. He knows she likes it, knows it makes her hot to feel the full weight of him knocking the wind from her lungs. He feels good against her, skin on skin, nothing between them anymore.

When he’s gone, she snuggles closer, pressing herself into his back. She kicks her knees up to fit in the curve of his, lays her hand on his waist, just feeling his heat. He smells like the woods; he was out early with the dogs, walking before dawn, but he always comes back to bed. There’s a hint of the lake on him too, and she pushes her nose between his shoulder blades, just breathing him in. It’s heat and man and the country; it’s perfect.

He’s gone so often for work, these little escapes to their cabin are so precious. It’s nothing fancy, not like back home, but there’s a cozy bed and a fireplace, a little kitchen to make a mess in, and big deck chairs down on the dock. There’s sun and leaves, water and that fall breeze they both love so much. It’s paradise, hidden away, just for them. No reporters, no managers, fans, family. Just the two of them.

She lets out a contented sigh against his skin and he shivers.

“Morning,” he whispers, first words always a little rough. His mouth is dry and he licks his lips as he covers her hand and brings it up to his chest. He crushes it to his heart and she can almost feel it beating. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good,” she hums in reply, face still smashed against his muscular back.

It’s then that he takes her hand and bends his lips to it, offering a gentle kiss. She can feel him smile against her knuckles, that scratchy push of beard followed by the world’s softest lips. It’s almost unfair that a man should have such perfectly kissable and soft lips. Then again, a lot of things were unfair about Chris in general. If she could have stolen his eyes, she would have, lashes and all; no man had any right to have such beautiful lashes. His skin was like milk, his smile like an angel; the body of a god, chiseled from marble. He was unfair in almost every way.

He was also one of the kindest people she’d ever met. Sweet through and through, and adorable as all hell.

“Stay in bed,” he says quietly, “I’ll go make coffee.”

“And bacon?” she asks, kissing the nape of his neck.

He laughs as he rolls away. “Obviously.”

Breakfast on the deck; sunrise behind them already. They’ve stayed in bed too long and the day is wasting away.

Y/N sits in her favorite chair, sipping the dregs of her second cup of coffee while Chris tosses a ball to Dodger. Waffles is off by the edge of the water, digging up rocks as she sniffs for fish.

There’s a gentle breeze that smells of the end of summer. It’s really over; the heat is gone from the air, replaced by the smell of turning leaves and warming campfires.

She closes her eyes as the wind kisses her cheeks. She smiles into it; she won't mourn the summer's passing, for fall brings the best things. Autumn means big cozy sweaters and slippers lined with fur. It means a quilt on the bed and closer cuddles on colder mornings. It means walks in the woods, hand in hand while the dogs run ahead searching for rabbits. It means warm kisses with chilly noses brushing against soft cheeks.

A contented sigh drops her shoulders and Y/N sinks down deeper into the big chair. She watches the reflection of the clouds on the still lake, occasional ripples making everything shimmer.

Waffles breaks her concentration as a warm, scratchy tongue licks at her bare toes. She jumps at the surprise touch and laughs loudly, calling Chris over to her. He jogs across the grass and blocks the sun with his huge frame as he towers over her.

“Oh,” he groans playfully, “I was just about to do that.”

Shielding her eyes from his bright halo, Y/N looks up with a smile. “You were gonna come lick my toes? You’re gross.”

He laughs, knocking his head back as his body moves with the action. His voice is loud, booming across the lake; it’s beautiful. “OK, maybe not your toes,” he admits once he settles. “But I am a little hungry.” His eyebrows raise as his smile turns into a suggestive pout and Y/N can’t think about anything but his mouth and where he could put it.

She shivers with arousal and licks her lips slowly. “Poor baby…”

Her mug lands somewhere in the grass at their feet. He lifts her easily with strong arms and big, warm hands that nearly circle her upper arms. His kiss is deep and he tastes of mint; his body long and firm as she falls into him.

“Wanna head inside?” he asks, words just a whisper falling against her ear.

Words are hard in that moment but she mutters a faint ‘yes’ against the crook of his neck. Her arms lock around him and Chris leads her away. The lake can wait, the warm breeze will still be there later. He has other plans for the day.

Hand in hand they walk along the shoreline, toes sinking into the wet sand, feet massaged by pebbles and the kiss of a wave now and then. The lake is magic at sunset; gold and orange sparkle on the blue, the sky grows darker and the wind blows cool.

There’s no rush to head inside, no dinner date they’re late for, no phone calls, no real life. Lake life is the best life. There’s nothing to worry about but who’s going to make the coffee. Nothing to do but be in the moment, every moment.

His fingers pulse between hers, tightening his grip. She’s a few steps ahead suddenly and he yanks her back, spinning her around into his arms.

She laughs, eyes full of sweet surprise as he curves himself down around her and cups her cheek. Blue eyes stare deep into hers and her heart swells.

“What?” she asks, cheek on fire beneath his touch.

“I’m so glad I found you.” His voice is pure and happy, his smile too perfect to be believed. He dips his lips for a kiss and Y/N closes her eyes, focusing on the soft press of flesh, the feel of him, so afraid she’ll open her eyes to find it’s all been a dream.

“I love you,” she says on the end of the kiss, eyes fluttering open to find him still staring.

He smiles, eyes crinkling slightly, apples of his cheeks blushing brightly. “Well, that’s a good thing,” he teases, pecking her lips once more. “Because I love you too.”

Hollywood calls as it always does; Monday comes too quickly for comfort.

The road winds away from the cabin, sunlight flickers like strobe lights through the trees aside the highway.

The phones start to ring as service resumes, the road clogs with traffic. Life returns, heaviness leans on their shoulders once more, but their hands are still clasped, fingers still locked in a silent kiss. Forever.

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[jawritter]

Shush..

Reqeust: By @devil-in-my-boots​  Hi, this is my first time but can i request a fic? based on the football match Jensen played, where the reader and jensen are playing a match and well wherever it leads? If you are comfortable with it, no pressure love.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning: Smmmuuutttt LOL.Unprotected sex,  Wet Jensen, shower sex, oral (female receiving), probably language because it’s me... That’s pretty much it... This is pretty much porn with very little plot lol. I’m not sorry...

Word Count: 710

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please don’t copy my work! All feedback is golden! Hope you guys enjoy some wet Jensen lol.

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Your back pressed against the shower wall of the locker room at B.C. Place Stadium, Jensen mouth on yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His hands roaming your body, up your sides, and over your breast; rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

His erection is heavy against your thigh as the hot water shoots  heavily down his back. 

His kisses swallowing your moans as he takes control of your body in a way that no man has ever…. 

You don't know how it happened, you don't really care, but here you were in the women's locker room with none other than Jensen Ackles. 

Naked, wet, and there was no turning back now.

He was on your team for the charity football tournament tonight, and your eyes have been on each other the whole game. 

The way he moved. The sweat glistening in his short auburn hair…. 

The hair your fingers were now entangled in...

His smile that knocked the wind out of you when you met each other on the field before the tournament. 

That same mouth that was not attached to your throat...

The way his muscles moved under his jersey with every move he made... 

The same muscles that your fingernails now clawed their way down in the cascade of hot water pelting the two of you, electing a moan from his lips that could very well get you both caught...

He'd caught you out of nowhere when you were all going back to the locker room after the game, and now you found yourself here. 

"Fuck baby girl your gorgeous, had my eyes on you from the moment you smiled at me across the field tonight." He growled against your neck. leaving a trail of open mouth kisses all the wall down your neck, between the valley of your best, down your stomach.. 

"Jensen." You whined as he slipped to his knees and shushed you with his finger.

"Shush…. Got to be quite a baby girl. Don't want us to get caught now do you?" He asks with a smirk as he throws your leg over his shoulder. Expossing your aching sex to him. 

You throw your hand over your mouth in order to stifle the moans of his name as his sinful tongue licked through your already soaked and aching core. 

"Mmm you taste so good sweetheart." He murmured against you before devouring your clit like a starving man. Slipping to thick fingers deep side of you. Pumping and curling, hitting that spot no one could ever seem to reach. 

Your orgasm hit you so hard you hand to bite down on your lip to keep from exposing the two of you. Your hearing dimming along with your vision as Jensen worked you through it before sliding up your body, kissing you deeply, giving you a taste of yourself on his lips as he lined his leaking cock up with your still clenching pussy.

Sliding into you with ease, stretching you to the point of almost painful, but pleasure so deep it had your mouth falling open in a silent moan. His deep groan made your pussing quiver around him as he gave you time to adjust before setting a steady pace. 

One hand on your thigh, helping hold you against the wall, one hand wrapped in your hair as he used his weight to hold you to the shower wall, his pace getting faster and faster as the coil wound tighter and tighter until you were moaning his name loud enough for the whole stadium to hear, your walls clamping down around him and his seed spilling deep inside of you as his grunts filled the locker room. Your orgasm is so strong that for a moment you think you might have blacked out.

When you both had come down from you high Jensen kissed you deeply and pulled the shower current back, giving you a wink and shushing you with his finger to his sinful lips.

That alone would have killed you if you probably hadn't already died the moment his thick cock came into view. Leaving you alone in the shower to collect yourself.

You didn't know if you'd ever see Jensen Ackles again, but you did know this was one shower you'd never forget.

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