From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
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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.
Summary: Jensen wakes up on the floor of a strange hotel with a beautiful woman after a night of heavy drinking among other things
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, swearing, drinking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), choking, creampie
Word Count: Don’t know, don’t care. It’s written on my phone
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Jensen’s POV
The floor was pounding. No, wait. It wasn’t the floor. It was his head. Fuck, it’ll take days for this hangover to subside. What was it Karl always told him to drink afterwards? Jensen slowly blinked his jade green eyes open, squinting at the still pink neon light shining through the window.
He slowly sat up, rubbing at his temples to try and loosen the tightness in his head. He closed his eyes again and drew in a shaky breath before opening them and looking around. He was still in his black suit, white button up with the top three undone, gold necklace glittering. He ran his fingers through his already tousled hair and spotted you lying on the bed, spread-eagle and snoring. Jensen chuckled to himself before the events of last nights’ excursions caught up with him…
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Reader’s POV (1st person)
Sugar. Honey. Burning. That’s how my throat and body felt. I tried to move. To stretch but each time I did my head throbbed and my pussy ached. Flashbacks of last night raced behind closed eyes. Jensen. Karl. Chase. They had invited me to this janky hotel after the photo shoot for drinks. I inwardly scoffed. A few drinks, my fucking ass. What did they give me? It was sweet, like honey but the name eluded me…
My pussy ached and I suddenly remembered. Jensen. His lips on mine, parting them with his tongue to taste the sweet alcohol. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my arousal come to life. Jensen. His hands and fingers left trails of fire on my skin as they touched and caressed every inch of me. Those thick fingers scissoring inside me as I screamed and came on his hand. He worked me like a guitar. He knew what ministrations made me squirm, writhe and coat his fingers. That wasn’t the only memory…
Jensen. Built like a Greek God from his Soldier Boy training. Massive shoulders and a muscular chest gave way to narrow hips that were lodged between my thighs as his long, thick cock pistoned in and out of my dripping cunt.
I moaned and squeezed my thighs together in remembrance. I felt the bed dip. Heard a chuckle somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Jensen. I felt his fingers on my thighs, prying them open. I opened my eyes to meet his. He was hovering over me, hair fucked-out, full lips tilted up in a devilish smirk.
“You need more”. A statement. Not a question. I nodded, opening my legs farther for him. In an effort to get his pants off, somehow he and I fell to the floor. I groaned in pain but still, Jensen crawled back up my body. He pushed my thighs open and without warning or hesitation, he lined himself up at my dripping cunt and thrust himself to the hilt. My back arched, breasts pressing into his chest and screamed. It was too much. The burning. The stretching. The fullness of him inside me and on me. I reached up to rake my nails down his arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. No doubt he would carry the welts for a few days.
He was relentless. Powerful, deep, demanding thrusts. My pussy ached, my walls gripping his cock in the desperate need to milk the come from his body. My back was dragging along the rug underneath me. I’d have rug burns for a week. Jensen’s hands gripped my hips in an attempt to hold me in place. No doubt I’d have bruises but I was past the point of caring. I suddenly grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him to me in a searing kiss. His hips snapped into me harder and deeper. He brought one hand between us to rub my clit furiously as the other shot up around my throat.
“Come. Now”, Jensen demanded. The sheer dominant tone had my body obeying and I broke. I screamed again, gushing. It ran down my thighs. Coated his cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, his body taught. His thrusts becoming deeper and faster. Suddenly he stilled, throwing his head back and roaring out his own release. I felt his cock throb. Felt the warmth of his come as he shot rope after rope. I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
Summary: The moment you were born, everyone’s eyes were just dull and grey, no color… until you meet your soulmate, the only person who you’ll see the color of their eyes and the only one to see yours.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: language, smut
A/N: As always, this is just fiction, no hate towards the wonderful Ackles Family. Feedback is loved.
The rays of the sun we’re slightly visible through the dark curtains, the day was bright and sunny. The cold in the room made your wrap the blankets closer to you, snuggling back to the warm body pressed behind your back, cozying up. Despite the warm blankets, your body shivered as soft and warm kisses were placed on your neck, a scruffy beard tickling you, causing you to giggle. You felt him smile behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible, tightening his grip as he ground himself to you, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes your head stir crazy. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes met his. “Just happy to see your (y/e/c) eyes—“
You shot up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, your heart pounding hard as you tried get over the recurring dream. How could you imagine the Jensen Ackles as your soulmate, you don’t even know what his eye color was, heck, you don’t know why you’d dream of him having green eyes. Maybe you’ve watch too much Supernatural, you thought. That was intimate information, only those who had found their soulmates talk about their eye colors openly. That dream was so vivid though, it almost ached your heart to think about it, like the television did no justice to just how good looking he was.
The Seattle wind was picking, fall was lovely, but you were excited for winter, the bundles of warm coats, the snow, the boots, you loved it, despite all the hard work to make you love it. You loved Seattle too because it was so close to where your favorite show is being filmed but you weren’t a crazed fan to go seek them out. “Hey, (y/n),” You were greeted when you entered the coffee shop you always went to. “Hey, Dover,” You smiled. “The usual?” He asked and you nodded, but when you were about to pay, he shook his head with a knowing smile. “Someone paid it for you.” He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Who—“
An echoed step was heard behind you. “I had a recurring dream of this coffee shop where I’d go to almost every weekend. So today, I found out that this place was real and not only in my dreams. I asked this awesome dude if there was a girl who comes here often, she had (y/h/c) hair about yea tall, I would have told him she had (y/e/c) eyes but he wouldn’t know that.” You were frozen on the spot. You knew that voice from anywhere, but in that moment, it was just as clear as in your dream just an hour beforehand. When you turned around, you took an unnecessary deep breath when you saw just how green his eyes were, it was like a forest.
“I wish my dream would tell me your name, I have a feeling you watch the show cuz I had dreams where your eyes would crinkle on the side when you try to get spoilers out of me. Also, dude here didn’t tell me.” Jensen playfully glared at Dover. “Man, I would’ve told you how much of a fan she is but—“ You cut him off with a glare and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your spot’s open as always.” He said and busied himself with cleaning.
“Please speak?” Jensen asked when you two were seated, you wondered how you even got to the seat without spilling your coffee on you. “I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in, I’m (y/n).” You managed to squeak and he smiled. “I took a chance today, hoping I’d finally meet my soulmate, and I’m glad I did.” He confessed and you heart swelled. “I’m awfully quiet, I’m normally not like this, sorry, I’m trying to calm my inner fangirl and set her aside so I can talk to you as your soulmate.” You bashfully said, staring into his eyes when he chuckled. “My dreams don’t justify how beautiful your (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered as if reading your mind.
“I thought I was losing my mind imagining that your eyes would be green…” You whispered. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that, you, Jensen Ackles, is the only person to see my (y/e/c) eyes and I’m the only one to see your green ones.” You softly said and then chuckled, “I literally told myself I was watching too much Supernatural,” You added. He smirked, running his tongue between his teeth, making you exhale. “(Y/n), my first dream of you, we were at the beach, sunbathing, you looked hot by the way,” He chuckled, looking at you and you felt yourself blush.
“I just stopped, stared at you, your (y/e/c) eyes were mesmerizing, I didn’t know how much I could feel my heart beat in my sleep because of just seeing you, I woke with a smile, I’ve always thought it was only stories that you dream of your soulmate.” He recalled, silently taking your hand in his and squeezed, making your heart ache in a good way. “I wanna know you more, (y/n), I’m sure you know a lot about me—“ “But I’d like to know you more, not just you in front of the cameras.” You continued for him and he smiled brightly. “Let’s know each other as soulmates.”
“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him kiss the back of your neck tenderly. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into you. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness, your eyes meeting his sparkling green eyes. “Just happy to see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He said, a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face.
He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. “And, Mrs. Ackles, I just want to enjoy you.” He murmured, his hooded eyes staring you down like his prey. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, pushing you back with his chest until he was propped up on his forearms above you, caging you in between his shoulders. You slipped your hands up his sides and then cupped his face. The silence was overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves breaking, some stray seagulls cawing about in the air.
“The sea’s calling to us, Jen.” You murmured, eyes meeting his. “I know, but the beach can wait.” He replied but before you could say anything, he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. One by one, he took your hand and pinned them on either side of your face, grinding his body down to yours, to feel your skin against his. His grunts echoed the room, spurring you on. “Jensen—“ You moaned and he parted your legs with his knees, settling in between them. You can feel his morning hard on against your lace underwear but his mouth distracted you more, his lush green eyes boring a hole through your eyes as he attached his lips to your breasts.
“I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate, (y/n).” He murmured, kissing up your chest until he met your parted lips his hands ridding himself and you off the rest of your little clothing. “And I with you…” You replied. “I’m so lucky to marry you, to look into your eyes and remind myself that you and I are made for each other.” He whispered, his own eyes watering. “Oh Jensen…” You cooed, cupping his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Your face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you, his cock stretching your walls amazingly. “Fuck—“ Came your strained moan. “Feel so good, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes closing. He seated himself deeply inside of you before dragging his cock out, mixing the stinging pain and pleasure.
“Jensen—please,” You choked out. “I got you baby,” He whispered, looking straight into you and he set out a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast, your breath coming out in gasps of his name and other profanities that your mind can come up with. “Look at me, (y/n), wanna see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered and you did, meeting his green ones that were intently staring at you. “Love seeing your face when I fuck you.” He added and bucked his hips, making you scream. “Your so tight, sweetheart, gunna come for me?” He murmured, nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, sucking a marking in the valley of your neck and shoulder.
“Y—yes! Please!” You moaned and he grunted in response as your walls convulsed around his cock. “Gunna—gunn—!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in sync with his thrusts, screaming his name in pleasure. He didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to, his grunts were getting louder, his moans were getting deeper and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as you felt oversensitive, giving him multiple orgasms. “Gunna fuck a baby in you, sweetheart.” He promised, looking straight into you. “Please—“ You moaned and he leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing his moan of pleasure as he spilled into you, hot and heavy.
He hips slowed down and he tried to keep himself up from crushing you. “Hug me, baby.” You murmured and he sighed. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you two around so you were on top of him. He brushed your hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Happy 5th anniversary, green eyes.” You smirked, your tone light and playful. “(Y/e/c) eyes, you’re too cute.” He chuckled and rubbed his nose to yours. “And to more anniversaries, soulmate.” He concluded, kissing you deeply once more.
Summary: Y/N has a fear of flying, but it’s nothing a gorgeous flight attendant can’t distract her from.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
A/N: People on Patreon want this to become a series which I can’t promise, but I’m definitely open to a second part. Anyway, hope you like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)
The whirring engine and the low hiss of the air vent did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She briefly glanced out the window as the plane pulled away from the air bridge, turning in the direction of the runway. She closed her eyes as it began to taxi, trying to still her mind and stop herself from thinking irrationally. She should’ve been thinking about all the amazing things she was going to do on her holiday, but she was too preoccupied with praying that she’d survive the flight. She kept her eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t going to open them until they were in the air, and only after she could pull the window shade down.
Once she was able to do exactly that, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out the remote and started looking for something to watch. It was going to be a long flight, so whatever she could add to the line-up was going to help her deal with her flying phobia. As she munched on the peanuts that were handed out, her mind wandered, the movie not really holding her attention. She remembered getting a glimpse of a cute-ish flight attendant, but she hadn’t seen any sign of him since.
Two hours later, the credits rolled on the movie as the cabin lights dimmed. The person next to her had moved across the aisle to the empty seat, which she was incredibly relieved about, giving her space to put her feet up. She took a deep breath as the plane dipped slightly; the turbulence not as bad as it could be but terrifying her anyway.
“Here you go…”
Y/N frowned as she heard a deep voice behind her, glancing up as a tall, suited figure walked down the aisle. The flight attendant looked her way, flashing her a quick smile before he continued to the back of the plane. She exhaled harshly as she registered what just happened. He wasn’t just cute; he was insanely gorgeous. There was just no way a man like that was single. Unless he was away a lot because of his job and therefore didn’t have time for that, leaving him available to have some fun with.
She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Can’t handle flying but has time to wonder about the flight attendant’s relationship status.
She unbuckled the seat belt and stood up, fixing her clothes as slid out into the aisle. Slowly, she made her way down to the lavatory, taking a few seconds after every step to steady herself whenever the plane moved. She waited for a few moments before someone left, relieved that it wasn’t in a bad state when she got in. She washed her hands, fixed her hair, and rolled her strawberry chapstick over her lips that she had slid into her pocket during boarding.
She stepped out of the rest room, a smile coming to her face as she heard a boisterous laugh from behind the curtain to the galley. One of the female flight attendants pulled back the thin blue curtain, walking out and down the aisle, allowing her the view of inside. She bit her lip as she watched him placing bottles of liquor on the cart in front of him. He looked up, a soft smile on his face when he saw her.
“Can I help you with something, miss?” he asked, politely.
“No, I’m okay,” she replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just needed to move around.”
“Ah, got it,” he muttered, turning to her, “nervous flyer?”
“Slightly, yeah,” she sighed, huffing a small laugh.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know,” he offered, smirking at her.
She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of flying nerves. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Hey, it’s kinda my job,” he stated.
“Oh, so that’s the only reason?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good to know,” she whispered, smiling softly.
They talked for a few more minutes. He told her how long he had worked for the airline, she told him how long she had been writing. He was a dog lover with a German Sheperd, and she was a dog lover with no dogs. His parents were still married, and he had an older brother and a younger sister, and she was an only child. They inched closer to each other as they kept chatting, his laughter infectious to her and hers beautiful to him.
He was incredibly attractive in every regard, and she wanted to get to know him better. If she could hear what he was thinking, then she would know he felt the same.
“So, I gotta be on the clock for the next half hour, but…” he leaned into her, his voice low and deep as he looked into her eyes, “the lavatory near first class is totally clean, and uh… I can put an out of order sign on it…”
Her smile widened as she knew what he was implying, gazing up into his green eyes. “See you soon.”
Y/N made her way back to her seat, biting her lip as she saw Jensen walk out of the back and down the aisles. He glanced her way briefly, keeping up the act as he attended to the passengers. Hooking up with a flight attendant certainly wasn’t on her list of things to distract her from the flight, but it was definitely going to be better than anything she had planned.
Jensen pushed Y/N up against the hard plastic, their lips sealed in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped tight around him, her fingers pushing through his short hair as his hands slid up her covered back, pulling her as close as possible. It was a tight fit in the bathroom, even in first class, but she couldn’t care less. His lips left hers, travelling down her jaw and neck, nipping at her skin as a soft moan left her.
“God, this definitely isn’t how I was picturing this flight would go,” she muttered, holding his head close to her as she gripped his hair.
“Hope it’s better than you imagined,” he groaned, grinding into her as he tugged at her t-shirt.
“Definitely,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his again.
He reached down to her jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zip down, a moan falling from her lips as his fingers slipped in and ran over her covered mound. He rubbed the soft fabric of her panties, causing her to hold onto him tighter than before. He pulled the material aside as she pushed her jeans down further, a whimper escaping her once his fingers ran through her folds. He continued his ministrations as he pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss, a groan vibrating against her mouth as he felt her hand rubbing over the hard on covered by his trousers.
In swift motions, the offending articles of clothing were removed as he lifted her legs around his waist. He took hold of his cock, sliding deep into her and feeling her walls sheath him. She moaned wantonly, his mouth covering hers to keep her quiet as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” she whimpered against his mouth, looking up into his eyes, “just like that…”
“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Please tell me you have a longer stay in Paris,” she muttered, her words short as she panted deeply.
He shook his head, gripping her hips tighter. “Just one night.”
She leaned into him as he moved harder into her, her hands in his hair and tugging harshly. “Damn it.”
“Guess we better make the most of it, darlin’…”
Y/N threw her head back, a rasping moan leaving her as her hips rocked against Jensen’s, his fingers digging into her skin as he helped her move. She rested her hands on his chest as she gazed down at him, a smile pulling at her lips, feeling his cock move deeper within her. Her walls clenched around his shaft, both knowing that she was close to her release. She shifted faster against him as she chased that high, his name falling from her lips in a chant as her core tightened, her wetness covering him. His neck strained back as he growled, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on her flesh as her release triggered his, ropes of his seed spilling inside her.
She rolled off him, breathing heavily as a breathless laugh escaped her. He hummed as he closed his eyes, reaching for her across the bed. He leaned up on his elbows when he didn’t feel her there, smirking as he heard her in the bathroom. He waited as she finished cleaning up, his smile widening as she walked out, naked, picking up his white shirt from the floor and putting it on.
“You know… it’s a shame you’re only here for the night,” she stated, buttoning the shirt that came to just above her knees.
“Well…” His hand reached out for her, letting her settle in next to him as he leaned over her, his nose nuzzling against hers, “I can make it up to you once we both get back to the States.”
“You can then, but you better not be done making it up to me right now, either,” she whispered against his lips, smiling.
“You’re all fucking mine until the sun comes up, baby,” he muttered, moving on top of her as he pulled her close.
The next morning, Jensen got dressed into his uniform, left his number on the nightstand and a kiss on her cheek as she slept soundly. When she woke up, she stepped out on the balcony, enjoying the city views as she sipped her coffee. She had slipped his number into her wallet, keeping it safe because there was no way she was taking a risk and possibly losing it.
She may have had a full three-week holiday to go on, but she already couldn’t wait to get home and call him and see what the possibilities would be for them.
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Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
Where’s the rest? Where is the part where Jensen rails the reader against his truck? Or where she ditches her diner job to go on the road with him, blowing him in the middle of the night on long stretches of roads? Using that little space in the back and rocking the truck and trailer?
I need that shit, Roshni.
Well… it was the teasing square for a reason, right?
But your questions have been noted and are under observation.
Summary: Jensen makes a quick stop for breakfast at a roadside diner, only to get more out of the morning than he was expecting.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, teasing, dry humping, that’s about it.
A/N: Borrowed the song title from an Aussie rock song, which I love. Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Jensen stepped down from the cab of the eighteen-wheeler, stretching his arms and groaning as he heard joints cracking. He had managed a few hours sleep on the side of the road, continuing his journey to meet the deadline of his freight delivery, but the rumble in his stomach was the sign he needed to stop for a bite. It was 6am by the time he reached the truck stop, the need for coffee and bacon in his system winning out.
He walked past the other trucks parked and across the road to the diner, a small smile pulling at his lips as the sign, “Sweethearts Diner”, above the building. Pushing the door open, the bell rang as he stepped through, seeing a few other truckers inside. Taking off his navy blue cap, he dropped himself into one of the chairs at the counter, swiping his hands down his face.
“Welcome to Sweethearts Diner. Coffee?”
He dropped his hands away, a smirk instantly pulling at his lips as he took in the voice and the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her light pink uniform had the top two buttons open, with her apron accentuating her waist, which made her look sexier than he thought possible for a diner uniform. She really had no right to look that good so early in the morning.
“Yeah, and uh,” he muttered, their eyes locked on each other as he slid the brown mug towards her, “keep it comin’.”
“Sure thing,” she smiled, pouring a generous amount from the coffee pot as she dropped a menu in front of him.
His eyes shifted across the pages quickly, making his decision as he flashed her a grin. “Special, side of bacon.”
She scribbled the order down on her notepad before she walked away, glancing at him over her shoulder as she made her way through the swinging door to the kitchen. He watched the way her hips swayed as she retreated, shaking his head of the thoughts that suddenly came to him as he sipped his coffee.
“Here you go,” she said as she came back with his breakfast several minutes later, the smile still on her face. “Enjoy.”
“I will,” he winked as he glanced down at her name badge, “Y/N.”
Their eyes continued to meet even as he ate and she served others, checking the other out even when they weren’t holding gazes. He was tempted to order something else just to talk to her again, but he frowned as he watched an older woman in the same uniform walk in, tying an apron around her waist just as Y/N stepped out. His gaze followed her as she went out the side exit, flicking her hair open from the ponytail just as the door shut and blocked his vision.
“Can I get you anything else?” the older waitress asked, stepping up to the counter.
Jensen looked down at his plate, just a few scraps left before he shook his head. “No thanks.”
Taking out his wallet, he dropped a few bills on the table, offering the woman a polite smile before he turned to the front door. He placed his cap on as he stepped out, his eyes wandering the parking lot before he turned his head to glance down the side of the diner, hoping to see her. He took out his phone and looked at the time, knowing he only had a good ten minutes before he absolutely had to be on the road again.
“Fuck,” he muttered, frowning as he saw no sign of her.
“Hey, trucker.” He heard the familiar pitch of her voice, causing him to smile.
He turned around and saw her standing next to the back of the building, her cigarette between her fingers. Slowly, he sauntered over, his smirk widening as he stopped in front of her. Her eyes raked over him, taking in his look from the black jacket and blue and white plaid underneath to the dark blue jeans and heavy brown boots.
“Passing through or coming home?” she asked, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“Passing through,” he replied, his voice deep and husky in the early hours.
“That’s a shame,” she mumbled, as she dropped the cigarette on the ground and put it with her sneaker. “Guess this has to be over before it even starts.”
He raised his eyebrow, stepping closer to her. “Doesn’t have to be.”
She shifted backwards as he continued to move, her back pressing into the wall as he leaned into her. His face was close to hers, their eyes on each other’s lips as her hands slid up his covered chest. His mouth hovered over hers, his green orbs gazing deep into hers as she bit her lip, staring up at him.
“Wouldn’t want to mess up your schedule,” she whispered, her breath fanning against his lips.
“A few minutes won’t hurt.”
Jensen leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She gripped the lapels of his jacket, a soft moan leaving her as he deepened the embrace. Her back pressed further into the wall as he shifted against her, his thigh between her legs. She spread them, gasping as his hands moved down and slipped over her skin, pushing up the hem of her dress to the top of thighs. She moaned against his mouth as she grinded into him, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against her panties.
“This definitely wasn’t what I was expecting this morning,” he muttered against her lips, smirking.
His mouth travelled down her jaw to her neck, lightly nipping at her skin as his hands grazed along the edge of her panties. She shifted her hips against him, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his length getting hard, straining against his jeans. She continued to grind against his thigh, feeling herself getting wetter as she went on. She wanted nothing more than to take him back to her house and have her way with him, but she had just met him. She couldn’t do that.
“Fuck, you’re a damn tease, darlin’,” he groaned, gripping her hips tight as he helped her move against him.
“Just have to leave you wantin’ more,” she countered, a small giggle leaving her.
Jensen pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a searing kiss, her hands sliding under his plaid shirt and feeling his warm flesh against her palms. He growled against her mouth as her nails scraped over his skin, making him lightly bite down on her lip, a wanton moan from her vibrating against his lips. A sudden blaring sound startled both of them, causing them to break away from each other. He fumbled around the pockets of his jacket before he took out his phone from his jeans, turning off the alarm he had set for 6:45am.
He groaned as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I really have to go.”
“Well,” she started, pushing her body further into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “you better swing by once you’re on your way back.”
He fixed his clothes and allowed all the mundane thoughts to float through his mind as he calmed himself down, smirking back at her as he pulled his jacket back into place. Leaning a forearm against the wall, he moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled against his mouth, hopeful that his return would be sooner rather than later.
“It’s a date.”
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Summary: Y/N has a fear of flying, but it’s nothing a gorgeous flight attendant can’t distract her from.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
A/N: People on Patreon want this to become a series which I can’t promise, but I’m definitely open to a second part. Anyway, hope you like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)
The whirring engine and the low hiss of the air vent did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She briefly glanced out the window as the plane pulled away from the air bridge, turning in the direction of the runway. She closed her eyes as it began to taxi, trying to still her mind and stop herself from thinking irrationally. She should’ve been thinking about all the amazing things she was going to do on her holiday, but she was too preoccupied with praying that she’d survive the flight. She kept her eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t going to open them until they were in the air, and only after she could pull the window shade down.
Summary: This isn’t the first time Y/N’s done Jensen’s hair for a shoot, but there’s something about this shoot that’s making things pretty rough for her.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. The tiniest fluff at the end, but pretty much all smut. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (m/f receiving) fingering, edging, light orgasm denial, slight Dom! Jensen, face and throat fucking. I think that’s everything.
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N
Word Count: 3,346
A/N: So, this is the very first time I’ve ever written RPF, hope I don’t disappoint. I don’t know how often I’ll be writing for Jensen, so I think I’ll keep my taglists as is right now. Gonna tag my Dean Fics list in this one, but please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in any future Jensen fics and I’ll make a note not to include you if there’s a next time.
I wholeheartedly blame the gif below for this fic and for forcing me to finally write a RPF. I just couldn’t help it. I know the shoot below was actually a bunch of the boys cast, but I left them out of it! Lol!
I’m going to say that the Jensen I’m writing about in the story is, of course a complete work of fiction made up out of my own horndog brain (let’s say he’s a Jensen from somewhere else in the Multiverse! ) and this fictionalized Jensen is single.
Finally, I wrote this pretty quick, so sorry for any mistakes!
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89
“That’s great Jensen - this all looks amazing! Just hold that same pose. Good, good.” The photographer, Jordan, was calling out encouragement to Jensen as he sat on the floor in his ripped up wardrobe.
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.
Chapter Tags: smut, kissing, oral sex (M&F rec), fem masturbation, slut shaming in a kinky way, degradation, minor roleplay, minor daddy kink, p in v, protected sex, orgasms, bad come down from orgasm, angst, regret, feeling used/unwanted
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Your POV
“Yeah that works for me,” Jensen breathes out against your lips. The pulse of arousal thrumming through your veins shoots straight to your core, and you find yourself craving his lips again.
“Me too,” you agree.
It’s different to when you kissed him in your bedroom at your father’s birthday party. There’s more between you now. You kiss him this time, desperate to feel his tongue in your mouth, taste him on your lips. He tastes like whiskey, which is something you’re familiar with thanks to your taste in older men. Jensen grips your waist and holds you tight against him, spinning you around and lifting you to sit on you on the edge of the desk. You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your dress to ride further up your body.
