Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Pairing:Principal!Jensen x Bratty Student!Reader || With scenes of… JDM x Reader // JJ Julius Son x Reader // Reader x Other
Series Warnings/Tags: Age gap (Reader will be 18/19, Jensen will be 43), inappropriate relationship, teasing, flirting, seduction, daddy kink, spanking, caning, smut, role playing, taboo relationship – each chapter will be tagged individually
A/Ns:The aim of this game is to overload you with smut, pull you back from the edge with a healthy dollop of angst, drop in some taboo and teacher kink, and finish you off with a nice helping of the visual of Jensen Ackles in a suit, putting a bratty school girl in her place… enjoy…
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!
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.
A/N:Makes sense I would come back with an absolute whopper of a chapter for WIB, it’s basically 75% of the requests in my ask box! Enjoy chapter 8 my lovelies, feel free to message me about being tagged, or any other Marvel, SPN, or GoT requests you may have :) P.S. to those of you who have stuck around since chapter 7 came out ALMOST A YEAR AGO, thank you. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me. Tags are under the cut as usual, my babies.
Warnings: Language (duh), tinge of jealousy, unexpected confessions
Words: Idek I forgot to do a word count.
Hungover was the understatement of the century.
Actually, you were pretty positive you were dead.
“Y/N?” it sounded like whoever was calling you was miles away and the sound of their voice still ricocheted around the inside of your skull like a bullet trying to escape.
“Go ‘way… ‘m dying” you groaned as you attempted to rub the sleep and liquor out of your eyes, to no avail.
“You’re not dying you giant baby, now get up we have the whole day off and the cast wants to have a picnic!” you still weren’t able to quite decipher who the voice was, definitely male, but way too freakin’ chipper this early in the morning.
Wait.
What time was it?
Finally rolling out of a bed that was too large to be yours, you attempted to focus your eyes on the clock, squinting and straining until you saw the glowing numbers finally become clear: 3:27 pm.
“FUCK! I slept for 12 hours?!” you shot up from your slumped position, immediately regretting it and sitting right back down because of the intense headache you were now sporting which was undoubtedly caused by the fact that you drank more than your fair share of Jameson and Chuck knows what else last night.
“Hah, you sure did, killer” the voice was finally recognizable and you looked across the room to see a very amused Jared standing in the doorway.
“Fuck off, Jare. Why am I in your guest room anyway?” the realization of where you were was starting to piece itself together.
“Well, after you and Jensen got in that fight last night, you were so upset that you kept drinking so I stayed with you until the bar closed and then I took you home here. You were pretty quiet though, couldn’t even get you to smile at my dumb dad jokes” a sympathetic smile was beginning to stretch its way across Jared’s face.
“I’m not going to lie, I don’t remember anything after Jensen and I dancing together” you felt so ashamed and embarrassed about the night before and you didn’t even know what happened, you just knew it was bad.
“Yeah, I figured as much Y/N. But listen,” Jared sat down on the bed next to you and put a hand on your shoulder, “I called Jay and he doesn’t remember the fight either, okay? So you guys can just put it behind you.”
You leaned into Jared, staring blankly at the floor. Every single part of you desperately didn’t want to face your colleagues at a picnic because of the guilt and shame you felt about getting so drunk and disorderly in front of all of them. What if you had been rude to them? Or said someone’s private business out loud? The possibilities were endless and your anxiety was having an absolute field day with them.
“My car at the bar still?”
“Yep, want a ride over there so you can go home and shower before our picnic?”
“Please.”
–A Few Hours Later–
Arriving at the park for the picnic with the rest of the cast and crew, you grabbed your jacket and your phone tumbled out of the pocket onto the floor of your car.
“Shit.” you mumbled to yourself as you reached across the car, fingers stretching to try and grab your device.
Finally grabbing a hold of it, you unlocked your phone and began to scroll through your messages and calls, checking to see if you had completely humiliated yourself the night before. Luckily no outgoing calls or messages had happened while you were blacked out, but you had one text and phone call from Jensen and one text from an unrecognized number. So you checked the texts.
Jensen, 3:44 am:Y/N? I’m sorry for what I said. Hope you can forgive me.
Unknown Number, 5:30 am: Hey, Y/N. I hope this is the right number haha. It’s Alexander from the bar last night. I’d like to see you again, hopefully soon.
“What the shit? Alexander?” racking your whiskey-clouded brain for memories of an Alexander from the bar, you were coming up empty.
Incoming Call… Misha Collins
“Hey Mish, what’s up?”
“Hey, quit sitting in your car and get over here! Everyone’s waitin’ for ya!”
You look up to see Misha waving his arm wildly in your direction by a picnic table.
“Haha, alright I’m coming. Sorry for the delay” you hung up the phone and got out of the car, swallowing your anxious thoughts and walking over to your friends who have basically become family by now. You stepped out of the car and began to walk over to your friends.
You hadn’t put much thought into your appearance, being mostly concerned about not feeling like death anymore. You were wearing a simple navy maxi dress with a v neck and a few extra straps on the front and back as decoration. It felt simple, but it was a casual day any way. You stopped in your tracks to send a quick response to this Alexander character to see what had happened last night.
To Alexander, 6 pm:Hey, this is embarrassing.. I don’t really remember much of last night.
Shoving your phone into your purse, you come up to your friends. Misha, Mark, and Richard were all in a circle laughing and joking off to your right. Jared, Gen, their kids and JJ were all sitting on the ground near some picnic tables playing a game of duck duck goose. Finally, you looked over to Jensen and… wait who was that? Jensen was talking to some really gorgeous blonde who was most definitely prettier and skinnier than you. Typical.
Settling for not wanting to rip your hair out, you walked over to Misha, Mark, and Richard and were immediately enveloped in a giant hug from all three men.
“Hah, hey guys how are ya?”
“Just lovely now that you’re here” the Englishman’s voice came out as smooth as caramel.
“I second that sweet pea, we almost thought you ditched us!” Richard gave you a big goofy grin and you couldn’t help but laugh and lean back into Misha who was still hugging you from behind.
“I could never ditch my boys, even if you are a lot to handle sometimes” you laughed as Misha rested his chin on your head.
“Sometimes?” a deep but whiskey-smooth voice came from behind you.
You turned to see none other than Jensen, and the nameless blonde he was talking to earlier standing tucked close under his arm.
“So Mish, where’s Victoria and the kids?” you turned to ask your friend who was still quite close by your side.
“Ah” he noticed your very obvious attempt to ignore Jensen and decided to indulge you, “they’re over visiting Victoria’s mom while the kids have some time off of school.”
“Oh, okay. I miss their little faces, especially Westy!” you couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Misha’s little rascals. They were so much like him, you had no idea how Victoria dealt with basically having three children.
After Jensen and the blonde lost interest in the conversation and went over to Jared, Gen, and the kids, Misha turned to you and frowned.
“It isn’t polite to blatantly ignore people, Y/N”
“I didn’t see you acknowledging them either, Dmitri” you chided back.
“Whoa, pullin’ out the big guns with the real first names” Richard laughed, clapping you both on the shoulder.
“Who’s the new girl anyway? Never seen her in our friend group before” you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced quickly in new girl’s direction.
“She’s our temporary key grip while Anna is on vacation” Mark spoke without even looking in your direction, he was too busy watching the sickly show that new girl was putting on because Jensen was giving her attention.
Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad, but the inkling of jealousy coursing through your blood was making you want to vomit just looking over at the two of them giggling and flirting.
Suddenly overcome with feelings you couldn’t shake, almost all of them horribly negative, you decided to get your things without a word to anyone and start walking back over to your car. You ignored the calls from your friends as you swiftly left the park so that you could return to the comfort of your own home.
–The Longest Drive of Your Life, Ever–
Pushing through the front door to your apartment, you tossed your keys onto the table near the door, hung up your jacket and your purse and skulked into your bedroom to change into some sweatpants.
After getting comfortable on the couch, you popped open a bottle of wine, not even bothering to grab a glass, and started drinking while you searched for a show to watch on Hulu.
Settling on This Is Us, ‘cause fuck it you needed a good cry, you settled into your couch with your fuzzy blanket.
The ringing on your phone grabbed your attention and you looked over to see that Gen was trying to FaceTime you.
“Hey Gen” you sniffled as you opened the video chat.
“Hey love, you alright?”
“I will be.. Just got overwhelmed today”
“I get it, Y/N. I’m sorry about that, I wish I could help you” it was obvious from the tone in her voice that she felt bad for you, but she was being oddly vague.
“I know you would have Gen, it’s just hard for me being in love with Jensen and him so obviously not feeling the same way.. Huh. That’s the first time I’ve said that out loud”
Suddenly you see Jensen’s very shocked face come into focus in the background of Gen’s video chat screen.
“You… You’re…” he struggled to find words and before he got the chance, you slammed the end button on the screen and practically threw your phone across the room.
–One Hour Later–
After hyperventilating for what seemed like a year, you finally collected yourself enough to go check your phone and see what fuckery had occurred since you fully admitted you were in love with Jensen while he was listening.
Jensen, 7:40 pm: Y/N. Answer. Now.
5 Missed Calls - Jensen Ackles
Jensen, 7:56 pm: Y/N please.. we need to talk about what you said.
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Did you really mean it?
Jensen, 7:57 pm: Y/N. Answer me.
Jensen, 8:32 pm: Please talk to me Y/N. Just… please.
Jensen, just now: Y/N your read receipts are on… I know you’re reading these. Please just call me so we can talk about this. Or I can come to your place so we can talk in person. Either way, we need to clear the air about your feelings.
“Oh we need to clear the air about MY feelings?” you practically shouted out loud to yourself, “Yeah the fuck right, Jensen. My feelings are out in the open. Talk about MY goddamn feelings… I don’t think so. Not with you. I don’t need to get rejected again.”
To Jensen, just now: No thanks. Nothing to say.
What a way to start a mini filming hiatus… Maybe a few weeks away from the boys would clear your head a little bit.
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A/N: SURPRISE! Chapter 7 is out with no warning whatsoever. Ho ho ho has it been a while. Y’all I have had so much bs going on between school and my home life, some things stressful and sad, but enough with the excuses, here’s chapter 7 of WIB!! I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful time reading this story because I love you all so much and you’re perfect and such an amazing support system. Thanks for sticking with me through all my crazy times and not organized schedule of late. xoxox Kat
Warnings: Language (as usual), Jensen being flirty, drinking
Words: 1324
A few months had passed since Jensen had cornered you in the break room and spoke to you alone. His words still rang in your head.
I know that we’ve had a rollercoaster of a friendship, if you can call it that, especially these past few months… But if we don’t feel the same way I think we should be open about it so that we can stay friends. I don’t wanna lose you, Y/N. And I don’t want our work to be awkward anymore. I want things to go back to normal.
Normal. Whatever the hell that means.
It had occurred to you after you spoke that since Jensen had to have known about your feelings for him that he didn’t feel the same way towards you. For some reason that never really sat right with you, you always felt that he liked you. That he really liked you, as more than just a friend.
It had been another night of no sleep and you let out a loud groan as your 5 am alarm rang through the space of your bedroom. You shuffled around your apartment getting ready for the day, all while thinking about how many nights it had been that you stayed awake thinking about Jensen. Too many. Your morning routine was essentially down to a science, pop a bagel in the toaster while you do your makeup, check your email while you pull on your clothes, brush your hair while you swish with mouthwash, etc. Finally you were out the door and jogging down the stairs to your precious car, Lucy. She was your rock. The thing that was there for you when nobody else was while soothing your heart with good music. That car had travelled miles with you, you’ve laughed, sung, smiled, and cried in that car. You’ve made memories in that car. Something you took for granted until your realization this morning, so you simply rubbed the steering wheel and smiled.
You plugged in your phone, threw on some Zeppelin, and headed off to work. Something in your world had shifted today and while you weren’t sure why, you were grateful for the happiness you felt.
“Eric!” you yelled in a sing-songy voiced as you pushed the door open to his office.
“You’re awfully cheery this morning, Y/N” he remarked without looking up from his clipboard.
“Yeah I’m just in a good mood today. Woke up on the right side of the bed, I guess” you chuckled as you flopped down into the chair across from him at the desk.
“Okay, here’s the list of scenes we’re shooting to accomplish today” he slid the paper to you across the desk, “All in-house today. No other locations.”
“Oh thank god, I really did not feel like going far from the wondrous new espresso machine in your office” you grinned wide as you looked over your shoulder to see the beautiful copper piece of machinery that made Eric a much more delightful person in the morning.
“You and me both, Y/L/N. You and me both” he huffed out a laugh and pointed to the door, “Now get the fuck out of my office so the interns can bother you instead of coming in here to bother me.”
“Aye aye, cap’n” you threw a sloppy salute and made your way out onto set where your chair was waiting for you.
Work had passed in a blur and honestly the day went pretty smooth for the most part. After work, you were making your way to the parking lot when you spotted someone leaning against the sleek black metal hood of your car.
“Misha?”
“Hey, Y/N. Wanted to know if you’d come out to the pub with the boys and I tonight?” there was a curious pleading look in his eye.
“Is Jay gonna be there?” even you couldn’t tell if it was hope or disgust in your voice.
“Yeah, Jared will be there” that stupid smirk plastered across his face.
“Mish. Seriously.”
“Yeah, Y/N. Jensen is going to be there. I hope that’s okay, I just really want you to come out with us. It’s been months and I miss my favorite girl who can drink us all under the table!” he squeezed your shoulder and put on his best puppy dog face.
“Ugh I’m no match for your pathetic pleading face. Let’s go. Someone else is driving because I want to get plastered tonight.”
“Hell yeah!” he grabbed you by the wrist and nearly started dragging you across the parking lot to Mark’s car.
“I’ll be driving, my love. No drinks for me tonight” that sickly sweet English accent came rolling off Mark’s tongue as he shut the driver’s side door and started the car.
Misha flashed you an award-winning smile and fist bumped you as the car pulled out of the lot towards the pub.
“Holy shit it’s my favorite assistant producer!” Jared cheered from across the bar, beckoning you over to the table that he, Jensen, and Rob were seated at.
“Hey Jare, long time no see” sarcasm dripped from your words as you hugged the giant man you saw only an hour ago.
“Robby!” you hugged the scruffy man, nearly knocking him out of his chair.
“Hey Jensen” a smile stretched across your face as you hopped up into the tall bar chair right next to the man you had a ridiculously large crush on. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears whenever he was around, even when you could smell his cologne on your shirt after he slung an arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, kitten, how are ya?” his words sounded a little slurred and kitten what the fuck was that for?
“Kitten?”
“New nickname I’m tryin’ out. Ya like it?”
Your body was screaming yes, yes, you loved it. All of your nerve endings were on fire and you could feel the tiniest bit of wetness pooling in your core when the word left his lips.
“S’alright I guess” you sent a wink his direction and clinked your beer with his before taking a swig and he followed suit.
“Next round of shots is on me, boys” you slammed your empty beer bottle down on the table as the men around you cheered, raising whatever alcohol they had in their hands.
The shots were placed on the table, two of them for each of you. You downed both in a matter of seconds and looked up to Jensen who had the most sinful smirk on his face, maintaining eye contact with you as he downed his second shot. Cherry Pie by Warrant started playing over the speakers and you found yourself extending a hand to the rugged, handsome man in front of you. He took your hand as you pulled him out towards the open area in the bar where others were dancing.
The alcohol was living up to it’s name as liquid courage as you pressed your back to Jensen’s chest as the two of you swayed to the music. His strong hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you even closer so there was no space between your bodies.
“I’m glad we’re back to being friends sweetheart” his lips were millimeters away from your ear and his hot breath gave you goosebumps.
“Me too, Jay. And for the record, I liked the other nickname better” you smirked as you pressed back into him with added pressure while your hips swayed.
“I like it better too, kitten”his voice was a low growl as he placed a kiss to your neck just before the music stopped.
When the two of you got back to the table, the looks on everyone else’s faces were… smug, to say the least. However, within minutes all of you were back to drinking and having a good night.
The only difference was the looks that you and Jensen were shooting each other’s way.
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Summary - Long distance relationships suck, especially if you can’t be with Jensen on your birthday but Jensen has a few tricks up his sleeves to make your birthday better.
Pairing - Jensen Ackles x You
WC - 2150
Warning - Slight Angst, Fluff, Birthday, swearing SMUT(18+, MINORS DNI), p in v sex, almost getting caught and a little fluffy surprise.
Square Filled - • Long Distance Relationship AU (@spnaubingo)
A/N-Holy shit! It’s been so long since I posted something. Feelin’ kinda rusty here lol. I reached 1.1k followers today so this is also a thank you gift to you guys for following me!
And Happy Birthday, Abby (super late but please accept this gift, yours truly, Chan)
Also Abby is a Swiftie, just like me. So purposely, I have put in some Taylor Swift song references. Have fun finding them!
Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.
“I don’t think I can fly back tomorrow.” Your eyes fluttered shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. When you opened them back, you saw the look of tremendous guilt and sadness on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and cloud his mind with more agony yet a stray tear managed to roll down your cheek. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. The covid protocols are…you know how it is…fuck, I miss you so much and it’s fuckin’ killing me that I can’t be there with you on your birthday.”
“Jay, don’t. It’s not your fault.” You said, placing down the ipad on the table and leaned back on the couch. You always thought the long distance relationship came with too much emotional baggage and pain but you were willing to accept them all because you fell for Jensen so hard and fast and the thought of living without him scared the shit out of you. “Just two more months and then I can move to the States and it’ll be okay.”
“I know but–”
“Jensen…” you sighed.
“You didn’t even hear me out.”
“What more can you say?”
“I miss you. These face times are not enough anymore. I-I want you…sweetheart, I need you with me, hold you close as I drift off to sleep and wake up with you in my arms. I just…need you here. A-and I’m tryin’ to get through the protocols.” Jensen’s green eyes were clouded with emotions, the loneliness weighing heavily on his shoulders.
“Even if you don’t make it to the flight, know that it’s alright. We’ll make it work. We always do.” You offered him a sad smile. You were seven thousand miles away from him. You knew that if he didn’t get on that flight within the next three hours, he wouldn’t be here with you on your birthday and it sucked. Just like him, you needed him with you. You missed him so bad.
Jensen didn’t say anything for the next few minutes. It was something you did often. No words said. You just wanted to be in each other’s company even if it was through the illuminated screen of your respective electronic devices.
“I love you,” you said to him and he flashed you his most beautiful smile. The type of smile that instantly lit up your world and made you happy. The type of smile you adorned a lot. The type of smile that feels like you’re home. He was your home.
“I love you too.” He said, “I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will, Jay.” He nodded.
It was your birthday but it didn’t feel like one. Since the morning, you hadn’t heard from Jensen and you were worried out of your mind. In the evening, you stood there in your party dress, looking around at the smiling faces of your friends but there was one thing missing. You kept checking your phone. You wanted him to be here so you got your eyes on the door hoping he would walk in any minute but he didn’t. And that’s when the feeling sank in.
You were going to spend your birthday without Jensen.
You blew out the candles, your eyes burning with the unshed tears. You tried to smile for the guests and laugh with your friends but your heart was filled with despair.
It was close to ten. You were lying on your bed after making an excuse of not feeling well. Your close friends had lingered around for a while before they left. That’s when you heard your sister call for you.
You sighed and pulled the covers close to you, not willing to socialise with anyone further. You heard the door creak open.
“Go away,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t spend the last thirteen hours on a flight to hear this, sweetheart.” You sat up and your heart did a somersault in your chest. You knew this voice all too well and you missed hearing the way it reverberated off the walls surrounding you, providing you some deep comfort.
“Jensen?” You sprinted towards the figure of a man lingering at the doorway and crashed into him, colliding with his firm chest as a pair of arms came up to wrap themselves around you. He brought your face to his and kissed your lips. Tears threatened to spill as your lips molded with his. You missed him so much.
He picked you up and you jumped to hook your legs at his waist and he let out a chuckle. With you in his arms, he walked towards the bed and put you down gently on the soft mattress.
“Hi, baby. Happy birthday.” He said.
“Hi.” Your words were a mere whisper as Jensen traced the outline of your face with his finger and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Where are you goin’?” You asked as he got up to close the door.
“I have something for you.” Jensen said as he closed the door to the room behind him. You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. “Get your mind outta the gutter.”
You pouted and he said, “I’m saving that present for later. But first–” he took a deep breath “–I want you to have this.”
You watched as he slowly went down on one knee. Eyes wide, you saw as he pulled out a jewellery box out of his jacket’s pocket. You gasped, standing up while he opened the box in front of you to reveal a ring inside.
“Jens…”
“Y/N, I…Holy shit, I thought this will be easy after practicing for the last five hours straight–” you laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek “–Sweetheart, I had this big, beautiful speech prepared but as soon as I stepped in this room, all I can see, all I think of is you. You remember what I told you last night? I want that, I want you and I want us. Every night when I go to sleep I want to feel you in my arms and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and then in the early morning, I want to be woken up by our kids jumping on us demanding breakfast. I’m so grateful for you every second. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, I met you.”
You were clearly sobbing and through the tears you said, “Yay, comic con!”
He chuckled and continued, “In you I have found the love that I never knew I needed. You’re my favourite human in the whole universe. There are many ways to be happy but all I need is you. So Y/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes, please?”
“Of course, yes! I will marry you, Jensen Ross Ackles!” You said and he grinned before putting the ring on your finger. He stood up and immediately pulled you for a kiss. It was enchanting and precious.
“I missed you, fuck…” he breathed in with his nose buried in the crook of your neck before moving his mouth to the south. You gasped, pulling your lip in between your teeth to stop the moan that was threatening to leave you as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.
“Jay…we can't–”
“Why?” He asked.
“Everyone is present downstairs. I don’t trust myself to not make a noise.” You said.
“I just need to feel you. Please,” he panted as he bucked his hips and his bulge grazed past your thighs. A whimper escaped your lips and you knew it would be impossible to not make a noise if Jensen carried on with his actions. But as much as he needed you, you needed him as well. It had been too damn long. So you reached out, roughly trying to get him out of his pants.
He smirked, raising a brow. “We got ten minutes. I need you inside me, now.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He pushed you down on the bed behind you, hiking up your skirt and discarding your panties, before shoving down his pants along with his boxers. He wrapped his palm around his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. His swollen tip nudged at your wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ wet.”
“You have been away for way too long!” You said, followed by a hiss as he pushed himself inside you at a tantalising pace. Your lips fell open to form an ‘O’ as he remained seated inside you, filling you to the brim. He started to move, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself in again, the move making you moan. Once he found his rhythm, he continued to thrust into you and you bucked your hips to match with his moves. His hand moved to rub at your clit and you cried out in utmost pleasure. Even after months of being apart, he knew how to get you going. Deliriously you both chased down your release. His thrusts had become more rough and small groans left his lips, filling the room.
He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves on your pussy and you were really close to your climax. His thrusts became erratic and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
“Jay–” your moan was ungraciously cut off by a knock on your door. Your eyes widened in shock and the same surprise was clearly evident on Jensen’s face.
“Fuck–” he groaned, his pace faltering a bit but he kept circling his hips to not lose his rhythm. “Answer.”
“What?” You whispered but the look on his face sent a shiver down your back. The thrill of almost getting caught was such a turn on for him. As you opened your mouth to answer to whoever was on the other end of the door, he picked up his pace. Asshole.
You suppressed a moan and asked, “What is it?”
“Is Jensen stayin’ for dinner?” It was your sister who asked the question.
“Y-yeah–” you bit into your lip “–yeah he is.”
“Come for me. I need you to come for me.” You were so close and with another deep thrust, your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you. The scream that almost left your lips was swallowed by Jensen as he kissed you hard. He continued to fuck you through you release, his thrust never faltering s he closed on to his own climax. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed and growling when he came. He slowly stopped his thrusts, lazily circling his hips, until he went soft inside you.
“Holy shit!” He chuckled, and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him.
“Holy shit, indeed.” You panted and kissed the crown of your head softly and towards the bathroom to clean himself up. When you finally found your strength to walk, you followed his lead and went to the bathroom.
“I was gonna bring you a washcloth.” He said and you ruffled his hair, knowing how much he loved washing you and cuddling with you after sex.
“Well thank you for being a gentleman but we need to go downstairs as soon as possible.” You said before stepping in front of him to clean yourself.
It was a little over ten minutes after your sister called you for dinner, that you and Jensen went downstairs. He had cleaned up, changed into a much more comfortable sweatpants and tshirt and brushed his sex hair but the post coitus bliss on both your face was clearly visible and it got a raised brow from your sister. If the others had taken notice, they refrained from saying anything which soon turned into a huge ruckus of congratulations when you announced your engagement.
Later that night, you and Jensen were lying on the couch with your sister sitting in the chair as you three watched a movie when she said, “I can’t keep covering for your asses.”
“What do you mean?”
“You guys were so not quiet. Thankfully, I turned up the music!” Your mouth fell open and a heat of embarrassment crept up your neck while Jensen just laughed.
“Can’t help it when my fiancée is so hot.” Jensen said.
“Ew. Jensen, that’s my sister, you’re talking about.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, “You guys are insufferable! I’m going to bed. Don’t you dare christen the couch with your nonsense!”
“Can’t make any promises!” You and Jensen yelled back together and when your sister gagged, you both laughed loudly and continued to watch the movie.
The end credits rolled in. You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. He kissed your head, whispering, “I love you.”
Summary: Y/N starred alongside Jensen in a new blockbuster movie. For promo, they get invited to read thirst tweets. What if most of the tweets are from Y/N?
Y/N walks into the little studio behind Jensen. The broad man steps aside as soon as they’re in the room, giving her a view of the setup they’re going to be thrown in today.
There are two simple chairs set facing the camera and a little table with a mobile device sitting on it. The backdrop is a white one, and there’s a fake potted plant off to the side to give it a homey or calming vibe. She doesn’t really know which vibe she prefers right now. What Y/N does know, though, is that she needs to calm the fuck down. God, she’s nervous. Has been since they’ve told her what today’s promo was all about.
Warnings: Swearing, Injury, Mentions of Drinking, Anxiety, Mentions of a Break In, Sweet!Misha, Sweet!Funny!Smartass!Jared, Sweet!Funny!Protective!Flirty!Irritated!Jensen (Just Jensen all the way around)
Words: 6,133
Summary: Being a makeup artist on set for the last fourteen years has had it’s perks. You’ve been close with all the stars that have stepped through your trailer, but Jared and Jensen have definitely made more visits than most. After something turns your life upside down before Thanksgiving, One of your amazing friends is quick to help.
This is for Kayla’s { @one-shots-supernatural } Autumn Challenge. My prompts were Apple Cider, Pumpkin Carving and Thanksgiving.
I’m WAY overdue to getting this out, but of course since it’s Kayla’s challenge, I’ve had a straight shot of being able to talk to her about it. Though it’s crazy late, she’s still excited for it and I hope you all enjoy it!!
