#jensen ackles fan fic
Soulmates: Chapter Twenty – Missed You
Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
Warnings: TW: pregnancy, TW: conception, smut, almost PWP, language, dirty talk, breeding kink.
Word Count: 2,861
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
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February 2013
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
Suffocate Me
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: “No touching, right?”
“Uh, right,” Jensen manages to say. He’s about to smile into the camera, but then there’s the feeling of little fingers slipping something into his back pocket.
Warnings: Quickie, blow job - but make it sloppy, face fucking, dirty talk, praise kink
WC:2,907
A/N: I got inspired by the picture in the banner. Please enjoy!
Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons
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The music’s loud in the photo op room, Toto’s “Africa” plays on full blast while Jensen goes through the motions. He’s having a duo op with Misha and then later on the schedule, the panel with Jared.
It was hard to get up this morning, hard to leave his girl in the hotel room while he had to get up in order to get to the convention on time.
He smiles as Chris’ camera flashes, says hi,bye, and thanks. He laughs when Misha cracks a joke, even cracking one of his own.
Humming to the music, he looks at the line when there’s a pause in the setup — and that’s when he notices her. She’s smiling at him, her lips cherry red, her smile bright like she personally brought the sun with her into this room. Jensen wants to smile back but there’s the signal and then someone tells him how to pose. From his periphery though, he watches her coming closer with each newly taken picture.
It’s rare that someone catches his eye like this, and he can feel himself getting more nervous the closer she gets.
She’s wearing tight black jeans, with some heels gracing her feet to match his height, an almost see-through white blouse is tucked into her pants, the baby blue bralette shimmering through. He tries not to stare at her breasts because that’s rude, and sexual assault lawsuits against creepy actors are quite real. Nonetheless, his heart is picking up speed, even though he doesn’t want it to.
Finally, she’s standing right before him, her presence so all-consuming it quite literally knocks all the air from his lungs. For a moment, his brain can’t quite compute right, and he’s stuck in the motion, not really knowing what to do or how to behave.
“Hi,” she says, and he can’t do anything but stare.
“Hey, what are we doing?” Misha pipes in, breaking the awkward tension.
She only smiles when she gets in the middle. “No touching, right?” She asks, looking up at him — and fuck, it feels like he tripped and fallen into the soft of her eyes, unable to get back up.
“Uh, right,” Jensen manages to say. He’s quite aware of how painful it is not to be able to touch her when all he wants to do is get his hands all over her body. Wants to get his hands on her soft tits, on her amazing ass, on her – no doubt – exquisite pussy.
He at least gets to press his shoulder to hers while they prepare to get the picture taken — small victories — and he’s about to smile into the camera, but then there’s the feeling of little fingers slipping something into his back pocket.
Jensen looks at her, but she doesn’t mind him. Instead, her gaze is trained on Chris, the one with the camera.
The scent of perfume hits his nostrils, and the place where they touch fucking burns. His dick twitches in interest.
Down boy, he chides his lower brain.
The flash goes off, and then she smiles at him one last time before sauntering off. Maybe he’s imagining it, but there’s a wiggle to her hips when she walks away, leaving him to get lost in the swell of her ass for a while.
— until he’s reminded of the next woman in line who loudly clears her throat in order to get his attention.
Jensen goes through another ten minutes of the photo op, all the while whatever she slipped into his back pocket earlier burns a hole through his pants. He’s too scared to check what it is right now. Partly because he doesn’t want anyone to see that she slipped him something, in fear of them thinking they get a free pass doing it.
He gets through some more poses, smiles into the camera for a couple more fans, and finally, the room empties, and he’s left standing there with Misha, the photo crew, and a few handlers.
While all the others are otherwise occupied, he reaches into the back pocket of his tan pants, fingers gripping around a scrap of paper.
Pulling it out, Jensen unfolds it.
First floor restroom (mens) in 30 xx
A kiss is left on the paper with the same shade of lipstick she was wearing before.
He clears his throat and swallows before slipping the little message back into his pocket. Casually, he flips his wrist and does a calculation in his head. Shit, the thirty minutes is right now.
His handler calls out for him, telling him that they should go to the back, he’s due to be on stage in fifteen.
Goddammit.
“Uh, I need to use the restroom,” he says, trying to sound casual. C’mon, he’s an actor, he’s got this.
“Okay, green room in 15, Jensen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles before walking with them to the back where there are no fans. Waiting for the people to go ahead, he slips to the side, skipping down the stairs in search of the restrooms. Thankfully, there are no people on that floor.
Jensen notices the sign in the distance, his heart pounding faster and harder the closer he gets, thundering loudly in his ears. He’s never done anything like this before, the thought alone allowing blood to rush to his dick. Maybe that’s a little presumptuous, maybe she just wants to talk.
Standing in front of the men’s restroom, he takes another deep breath before placing his palm on the wood. With one last exhale, he pushes his way inside.
Y/N knew that it was risky slipping him the message, but she figures that she might as well go all in. Him not showing up would be the worst that could happen, so really, no harm, no foul.
Leaning her lower back against the sink, she scrolls down her feed in order to pass the time. It’s thirty minutes since she slipped him a scrap of paper. If Jensen’s coming, he should be here any minute. Placing her phone back into her purse she placed on the sink, she checks her reflection one last time. Fingers brush at the corner of her mouth where the lipstick is a little off.
She bares her teeth at her mirror image, checking if there’s lipstick on them when she hears footsteps shuffling around outside. Grinning, she turns around to wait.
As soon as the door opens and Jensen is inside, she grabs him by his jacket and slams him against the closed restroom door, causing him to grunt out as the air leaves his lungs.
“Woa—” he manages to say before she kisses him.
It doesn’t take him half a second, before he’s kissing her back, parting his lips for her to slip her tongue inside, groaning into her mouth when it slides against his own. His hands are firm on her hips until one of them wanders further down to grab roughly at her ass.
Y/N runs her own hands down his body, feeling the firm muscles dancing underneath the soft flesh. When she palms over his sizable erection, Jensen lets out another groan which she swallows down greedily.
“How much time do we have?” She asks breathlessly, biting down on his lower lip only to suck it into her mouth again, relishing herself in the sound he makes, which she swallows down greedily.
“A little more than five minutes,” he manages to stammer out, his face chasing her mouth to claim it again.
Jensen kisses like the person he is; slightly dominating. Biting, and sucking, inflicting pain only to lick it better. She finds that she can’t get enough of it. But first thing’s first… making out is not the goal of this plan.
She pecks him on the lips once more before pulling away. He whines a little at the loss but then he blinks when he watches her slide down his body, as if he’s trying to wrap his mind around if this is real.
“I like a challenge.” She winks at him while her nimble fingers work on his belt. Once she has the button open, she slides down the zipper, lowering his pants to mid-thigh. She goes in then, noses and licks at his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” he curses above her, causing her to chuckle against the fabric, getting him to hiss out in return at the feeling of her hot breath on his throbbing erection.
Her fingers hook into the elastic of his underwear, and he actually helps her to lower them down by shimmying his hips. Once his cock is free, it springs up, almost hitting her in the nose. Y/N lets out a chuckle at that before really looking at his dick.
It’s meaty and fat all over, the head of it a shade of angry red. A bead of precum sits right on the slit. Sticking her tongue out, she swipes it through the mess. He groans audibly above her.
When she looks up, he’s already watching her, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, already white from all the biting he does. His longer hair falls into his beautiful freckled face.
Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she begins to stroke it, her other hand cradling his balls, stimulating them while rolling them around with her fingers.
“Fuck,” he groans again, and when she finally wraps her lips around the tip, Jensen’s head falls back, hitting the restroom doors soundly.
Y/N starts slowly, testing the weight and the length of him, before gradually taking him deeper. She loves how he tastes; clean with a hint of sweat and musk, a scent of his cologne clinging to it too. Her mouth starts to drool more when she realizes that she’s blowing him right here at the convention. In a fucking restroom, no less. And she’s incredibly wet, but that’s a problem she’ll solve later.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls as she takes him so deep, it causes her to gag. Quickly, she pulls her mouth from his cock in order to cough, but she doesn’t let it stop her, instead, is right back on him again quite quickly, swallowing him down and bobbing her head. Her saliva is pooling in her mouth, running down her chin. “Shit, hey, look at me.”
Her vision is a bit blurred from the tears but when she tilts her head up, with his dick still in her mouth, he’s looking down at her with hooded lids, his eyes a shade darker than they used to be.
“So, good,” he purrs while his hand strokes her head and her cheek. “Such a good girl swallowing my cock like that.” She pops it out and licks a wide stripe up his shaft before sucking at his head again. “Always wanted to know how that lipstick looks wrapped around my cock, baby.”
Immediately, she has to press her thighs together. His words go right to her core, and she’s not here to get herself off. She’s here because she wants to swallow his cock and make him come down her throat. Turning her concentration back to blowing him, she takes him deeper, swallowing around the fat shaft in her mouth, more drool running down her chin.
“Take off your blouse,” the voice booms from above.
Popping his dick out of her mouth, a string of saliva is still connecting her lips with the tip of his now red and angry cock. She starts to stroke it, spreading the slippery wetness all over his shaft while she lifts one eyebrow questioningly at him.
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “that way you won’t drool all over it. Because that’s what you do, right? Filthy fucking girl, salivating all over my cock.”
Well, it does sound like a good idea, and he’s absolutely not wrong about all of it.
Y/N lets go off his dick, and it bounces around a little. God, she will probably never get enough of it. Quickly, she works on her buttons and throws the blouse to the side.
“Your bra too.”
“Yeah?” She smirks, “Don’t you like it?” She wiggles her shoulders a little, making her tits bounce.
Jensen groans, “Love it, but I wanna see your tits.”
When she doesn’t get rid of it fast enough for his liking, he bends down a little, hooking his thick fingers into the bralette and lifts it over her head.
“That’s what I like to see,” he coos as his big palm kneads both her tits, his fingers playing with her nipples, plucking and pinching them, causing her to moan out shamelessly. “Now, you can get as dirty as you’d like.”
“You’re a genius,” she deadpans.
He shrugs with an easy smile as he straightens himself up again. “I’m known to have a good idea every now an— holy fuck!”
Jensen doesn’t get to finish his sentence as she gobbles him down, and to be honest, she’s not here to hear him talk, no matter how turned on she gets hearing his voice. They are on a time limit, and she’d rather get him to come down her throat before the time’s up.
Groaning out loud when she takes him deep, he slaps a hand to the wood of the door while the other is clenched in a fist next to his thighs. Y/N seizes the opportunity, reaching out to grab at it, only to place it on the back of her head while she bobs it.
“Jesus, baby, you want that, yeah?” He pants, fingers curling in her hair, nails biting into her scalp. “Want me to fuck your face?”
The only thing she can do is moan around his dick. By now, the drool is getting everywhere. It’s on the floor, on his shoes, on her chin running down to her chest. God, it’s so filthy but it’s so fucking sexy too.
“Yeah,” Jensen coos while he’s holding her head in place as he begins to fuck into her mouth. “That’s a good girl, slobbering all over my fat cock, making it all wet and filthy. Just the way I like it.”
She hums.
Thegluck gluck sound her throat makes is loud in the empty space as he fucks her harder and faster, the notice bouncing and echoing off the walls.
“Just like that, baby, so good. Your hot little mouth is fucking amazing.” His breathing has picked up considerably. Her hands are braced on his thighs, nails shaping crescent moons into his skin as she takes it. “You’re going to make me come.”
Y/N hums around his thickness before he shoves her face so far down his cock, her nose is pressed into his carefully trimmed pubes. Jensen growls while he holds her there. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. Take it, baby, take my fucking cock, and don’t you dare stop! Oh my–,” he starts, but doesn’t get far because she’s swallowing around him while he’s down her throat. That apparently tips him over the edge because the noise he makes is downright feral. “–holy fuuuuuuuuck,” he manages to push past his lips. It’s followed by a grunt and more groaning. The vibration of the bass of his voice that she can literally feel in her mouth is almost enough to make her come too.
Breathing heavily through her nose, she swallows around him again as he spills his cum down her throat and then she waits until he lets go of her. His softening dick is being pulled out from her mouth as Jensen is still trying to regain his breathing. He blinks at her while she smiles at him, as if his brain short-circuited, and he’s not yet figured out how to function.
Giving his dick a last kiss, she gets up and is about to bend down to pick up her bra and blouse when a strong hand wraps around her waist. He’s crowding her, stepping up to her and kissing her while his one hand palms her breast and plays with her nipple. Jensen moans when he tastes himself on her tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he leaves his forehead on hers. “Meet you here again after the panel?”
She chuckles, “I think I need to clean up, and then I’m going to go back to the hotel room.”
He nods and kisses the tip of her nose. “Good, then I can fucking ravish you there. Get back at you for riling me up at a fucking con, Y/N. How did you get a photo op ticket anyway? I thought you said you weren’t going to come, that’s why I let you sleep in.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” She smiles.
Jensen only grins, because she hit a nerve, and then he remembers that he has somewhere to be. “Right, I gotta go.” He kisses her one last time. “Call you when I’m finished?”
“Yes please.”
He nods before taking a step to the door.
“Hey, you forgot something.”
Looking back, he quirks up an eyebrow, “What?”
Y/N looks down at his dick that’s still hanging out with his pants that’s only done up half-assed.
“Oh, right,” Jensen says sheepishly. “Almost gave them a show, didn’t I?”
She laughs, “Yeah. And you shouldn’t because we know it’s mine, right?”
He tucks himself back into his underwear and does up his pants, sending her a wink and a finger gun before he leaves.
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