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jawritter · 4 years

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Don’t Make A Sound

Requested by anon HERE

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

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

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1931

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

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

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

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

Now here you are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what, dinner sounds great.”

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

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green-blue-heller · 3 years

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Look What You Made Me Do (Cockles FanFic)

Title: Look What You Made Me Do

Pairing: Cockles (Jensen x Misha)

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Rating: GA

A/N: Part of my 500 follower celebration. This was based off a prompt by @dolphindiluna.

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Words: 2729

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Jensen stood on the stage, Robbie and the boys of Louden Swain behind him, music pumping into his earbuds as he smiled at the roaring crowd. A wave of panic filled him as the opening notes of his intro music sent the crowd into a frenzy, and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

In the back of his mind, there was a voice screaming at him to turn around and leave the stage as quickly as he could. That would be the smart thing to do. Especially since his stunt was about to lead to career suicide.

But as he glanced to his right, he caught sight of Misha and the smile on the other man’s face took his breath away. With a shy smile, he looked down at his feet for a moment.

You can do this, Jackles.

It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision that brought him up on stage during the con’s Saturday Night Special.

It started out as something he wanted to do for Misha. Which was totally the wrong reason to want to do this. But he’d had such a hard time after the show ended.

Truthfully, he’d been having a hard time the last couple of years, and Jensen knew he hadn’t made things easier. Misha had never shied away from his sexuality, while Jensen had still very much been in the closet except for a few close friends.

But the whole Destiel thing had been like watching a trainwreck you just couldn’t look away from. The network and studio handled things badly and forced Misha to take the brunt of it, even though it wasn’t anywhere near the scope of his responsibility.

But he did it.

And Jensen hated it.

There had been a few bigwigs in charge who hadn't known but highly suspected that Jensen and Misha had been an item. It wasn’t like they really hid it on set, but they didn’t flaunt it either.

Misha called their remarks whenever they were on set or at a con, a microaggression.

Jensen took his word for it, as he really had no clue, other than that Misha meant it was homophobic, even if they didn’t seem to be on the surface.

So, he wanted to do something for Misha. To show him that he was loved and appreciated. And that he was committed to him, even with the show being over.

Misha and Danneel were his forever. And he never wanted either of them to forget it.

He had spent long hours over the last couple of weeks leading up to Vegas Con, talking it out with not just Misha, but with Danneel and even Vicki. They, along with the kids, were his life. And he would never make a rash decision, especially a possibly life-altering one, without consulting them first.

But they understood what he wanted. And what it could mean for all of them.

And they were all ready to stand by his side, no matter what he chose.

So, two months after he first got that cursed idea, he found himself on stage, in Vegas for the first time since the show wrapped up.

What a clusterfuck that had been. He knew it was bad as soon as it had been pitched. There were too many ways that things could go wrong by the time they got to the finale. And boy, did they ever go wrong.

Not that he was against Dean and Cas ending up together.

Jensen snuck another peek at Misha and smiled to himself. No, he definitely did not mind Dean and Cas ending up together. They deserved to be as happy as he and Misha.

The only problem was that, as he suspected, by the time push came to shove, no one was able to pull the trigger.

They’d cocked the gun and pointed it, had Cas confess, but then the execs at the studio were on edge over the dailies they’d been sent. With a global pandemic knocking on their door, they were afraid to go with anything but sticking to the status quo.

Except the show had been anything but status quo for quite some time. They were just too slow to realize.

He knew some of it was personal bias but that most of it was business. Though they managed to screw up even that.

But he was at the con, and he was going to do what he could. For everyone involved who deserved some vindication. They deserved to know they weren’t crazy.

Jensen took a deep breath and looked out at the crowd and gave them the most charming Dean Winchester smile he could manage.

And it sent them wild.

“Hey, guys!” When the crowd cheered their own greeting back at him, Jensen grinned.

With another deep breath, he steeled his nerves and mentally nudged himself forward. This had been his idea, and he still knew and agreed that it was the best idea, but that didn’t make him any less nervous.

Especially since he knew he was about to piss off the studio execs who were footing a large portion of the bill for his and Danneel’s production company.

He was almost certain he could kiss that goodbye.

“Look, I know there has been a lot of discourse since the show ended, and even more questions. I wish I could give you all the answers you’re looking for, but I hope that tonight, we can clear some things up.”

He knew it wasn’t a lot, but he wanted to be able to give the fans as much as he could, as much as he was comfortable with.

“Wow,” he said with a chuckle. “I haven’t been this nervous up on stage in a long time.”

He grinned at Rob as the music morphed and the opening bars to a Taylor Swift song kicked into his ears.

Part of him felt stupid. This was a stupid song for him to sing. But it was fitting.

He didn’t like to be backed into a corner, nor did he like his loved ones to be put into uncomfortable positions. And that had happened with most of them since their twelve-to-fifteen-year tenure on Supernatural ended.

Jensen knew he made a lot of mistakes in the last decade, and tonight he planned on correcting some of them.

A cleansing breath went through his lungs as he caught sight of Misha again, who flashed him a grin and a thumbs up.

He could do it.

He needed to do it.

Misha deserved it.

Jensen deserved it.

Their wives deserved it.

He opened his mouth and as soon as he started to croon out the first line, his voice low and smooth like a fine whiskey, the fans erupted into such a frenzy. Jensen thought might never stop grinning.

“I don't like your little games

Don't like your tilted stage

The role you made me play of the fool

No, I don't like you

I don't like your perfect crime

How you laugh when you lie

You said the gun was mine

Isn't cool, no, I don't like you”

As Jensen finished the first verse of the song, he felt his confidence grow. He’d practiced - a lot. He knew what he was doing and he trusted the band to be there for him and back him up as they’d rehearsed.

They’d smoothed out some of the music, made it more fitting to his vocal style, and the crowd erupted as the music morphed into what was more likely to resemble a 90’s rock ballad than a Taylor Swift song.

In the back of his mind, he thought it was a little sacrilege, but he’d never admit it out loud.

“But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do”

Jensen soon found himself bopping his head along with the crowd.

With a grin, he turned and strode over to Rob, who shook his head with a hearty laugh.

“I don't like your kingdom keys

They once belonged to me

You asked me for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)”

This was it.

His moment.

Their moment.

Jensen is no longer looking at the crowd. He’s all but forgotten there is even anyone else there as he continues to sing without even thinking about it.

How could he think, when he found himself lost in the perfect storm of those blue eyes that stared back into his green ones?

He moved with purpose as he marched across the stage.

“The world moves on, another day another drama, drama

But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours”

And in one swift motion, he pulled Misha, who had taken his outstretched hand, and pulled him out on the stage and Rob picked up the vocals and sang the chorus.

They had taken a few steps back when they let go and Jensen’s hand reached up to cup Misha’s face while his left hand, which still had his microphone, snaked its way under his boyfriend’s arm and wrapped around his back.

Jensen gently pulled Misha against him, who complied, putting both his hands on Jensen’s hips as their lips met and lazily molded together.

They fit perfectly.

Kissing Misha wasn’t even something Jensen had to think about, it just came as naturally as kissing Danneel.

He was sure the crowd was going crazy, but all he could hear was the whimper he elicited from his boyfriend as their lips parted and Jensen’s tongue caressed Misha’s.

“But I got smarter

I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)

Honey, I rose up from the dead

I do it all the time (I do it all the time)

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!”

Jensen pulled away, hand sliding down to Misha’s shoulder, breathless as always when Misha is near.

“I love you, babe,” Jensen whispered as he looked into Misha’s shining eyes that threatened to spill tears. Because even though he knew what Jensen was planning, it was real, at that moment, and Jensen could see that it was hitting Misha harder than he could have imagined.

His heart swelled as he moved his hand from cupping Misha’s shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him into a hug.

As he turned their bodies to face toward the crowd, Jensen smiled, his own teary eyes taking in the crowd that had gone wild, and dropped a soft kiss onto the top of Misha’s head.

With a grin, he stepped back and glanced over his shoulder to see Rob grinning at him. He threw the other man a wink as he gave a nod of appreciation for all his support and love not only given to him, but to Misha.

As he turned his gaze back to the crowd, a wicked grin spread across his face as he tilted his head at Misha, who was still securely snuggled into his side, and brought the microphone back to his mouth.

“Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do”

Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle into the microphone as he caught Misha’s eye roll. Of course, the older man thought he was being over the top and more protective than he needed to be. But he also knew how much it meant to him.

The look in his eyes, at the unshed tears and the smile that went on for miles, was all Jensen needed at that moment.

He knew he made the right decision. His family was more important than some job. There were plenty of things he could do besides acting or having a production company, if it actually came to that.

There was the Family Business Beer Company, there was Radio Company, not to mention the profits they turned from renovating houses and flipping them. And it wasn’t like the studio or network could now retroactively go back and undo the contract he already had for residuals from the show.

Jensen tried to swoop in and steal a kiss, but Misha let out a shy laugh and playfully pushed his face away as he gave one of his patented not-so-subtle winks. He immediately found himself letting out a chuckle as he let his arm fall from Misha’s shoulder and took a step forward, really paying attention to the crowd for the first time.

They were on their feet still, and going wild. All the bright lights from the cameras snapping pictures was a little much, especially since there wasn’t supposed to be flash photography, but he couldn’t find it in him to complain about anything at the moment.

As the bridge was about to kick in, he motioned with his hand for the crowd to join him.

“I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams”

He was grinning like a loon as he dropped his arm to his side, but he really didn’t care. Especially as he made his way back over to Misha and slid his hand home within Misha’s. They were a perfect fit.

“(Ooh, look what you made me do)

(Look what you made me do)

(Look what you just made me do)

I'm sorry

But the old Jensen can't come to the phone right now

Why? Oh, 'cause he's dead (oh)”

He knew he’d get in trouble for it later, but with a dramatic flourish, Jensen held his arm out in front of him and let the mic fall to the stage.

What were they going to do? Fire him?

As Jensen stared into the endless pools of Misha’s blue eyes, he didn’t really care what they did anymore.

He was going to do what he wanted, what felt right . And not let anyone else tell him differently.

And at that moment, all he wanted to do was kiss Misha.

His movement caught the other man by surprise, as he reached over and put one hand behind his back, and one behind his head, and gave him a slight dip before he leaned down and claimed his lips.

When they came up for air, they didn’t even realize there was anyone else in the room. They only had eyes for each other as they reached for each other at the same time, took each other’s hand, and walked off the stage as Rob and the band finished out the song.

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

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wildefiction · 5 years

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Of Course...Mr. Collins

FOURTEEN

Panting, you shut the door behind you, running into the bathroom in an attempt to make yourself halfway presentable. After brushing your teeth and refreshing your perfume, you pulled a brush through your wind-blown hair.

“[Y/F/N]? Are you ready?!” Looking up from the drawer you were rifling through, you blew the hair out of your face as you wriggled into the AC/DC tank top from last week. It’d have to do.

Just as the hem dropped over the black bra you were wearing, Misha walked through the door.

“Yep, let’s go!” Purposefully you ignored the salacious grin that spread over his face when he saw the shirt drop to cover your exposed skin.

The crowded bar was noisy, and Misha kept a firm grip on your wrist as he led you through the throngs of people. Towards the back a few tables had been pushed together to make room for the cast members who’d chosen to come out tonight.

“Hey Misha!” Kim waved the two of you over and several voices echoed her greeting before turning to you.

“Everyone, this is [Y/F/N], [Y/F/N], this is…everyone.”

Briana sidled up to you, and wrapping an arm around your waist, asked what you were drinking.

“Oh..uh..whiskey?” “Woo! Thas mah girl!!” Turning she made her way to the bar to order a round of shots for the party. Returning a few minutes later holding a tray stacked with shot glasses, she handed one over to you before passing out the others. Turning towards you, Misha held his drink aloft,

“Welcome to the Supernatural family [Y/F/N]” before tipping his head back. You did the same, savoring the sweet burn as the liquid traveled down your throat. Cringing slightly, you shook your head as you were handed another. The second shot went down easier as the muscles across your shoulders flooded with warmth.

Nursing a Jameson and Dr. Pepper kept you buzzed for the better part of the next hour. Your alcohol metabolism was a fearsome thing, and if you ever wanted to stay tipsy for more than ten minutes, you had to consistently have a drink in hand. You’d learned over the years that the number of drinks didn’t matter, it was more about how you drank them.

As the hours wore on, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself and found that you fit in well with the group of people who’d quickly become your friends. Jared was talking to you about your favorite music when the dim floor flooded with the sounds of Alice Cooper. Eyes widening, you set your drink down and grabbed the hands of Kim, Briana, Daneel and Gen - begging them to come and dance with you. Usually you weren’t a fan of being the center of attention, but once you started drinking, all inhibitions flew out the window.

Misha was watching intently as your hips swayed to the music. Those tiny shorts kept drawing his attention to the curve of your ass and he groaned under his breath at the sudden need to touch you. As the song ended, he watched you return to the table, a thin sheen of sweat now covering your chest as you worked to catch your breath. A wide smile spread across your face and you picked up the drink you’d left several minutes prior.

The vibration of your phone startled you for a moment, but you pulled it from your pocket anyhow.

“Wha’cha doin’ tonight?”

Your heart rate increased as a hundred thoughts chased themselves around your head. Giggling to yourself, your fingers felt numb as the room shifted around you. Having enough sense to pull yourself up onto a bar stool so you didn’t have to concentrate on keeping yourself vertical, you debated on how to respond.

Your fingers flew over the keys as you typed out what you thought was a witty response.

“You hopefully.” Smirking, your finger hovered over the send button. You were trying to work up the courage to go through with it. Instead, at the last minute you deleted the message and went with something less desperate.

“Having some drinks with the Supernatural cast. You?” Locking your phone, you set it down on the table in front of you, and continued sipping your drink. A few minutes later, your vision lasered in on the black device, which was now vibrating towards you along the surface where it rested. Picking it up, you saw Norman had just decided to call you instead of texting and you drug your finger along the screen, before putting it up to your ear.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey lady, where are ya? God damn, that voice though. You stifled the soft growl that threatened to escape from your throat.

“Someplace called Pele?” “It’s downtown I think. Do you know it?” A low chuckle echoed through the line.

“Meet me outside?”

“Fuuhh..hucck.” The groan was almost passable enough to hide the desire in your tone. More laughter from his end let you know that he had caught on to your frustration. Blushing you agreed before hanging up. Holding onto the table in front of you for balance, you shook your head - taking a few sips of ice water to help steady your movements.

“Hey Mish, I’m gonna head back. You okay?” He was on his fifth shot, head nodding enthusiastically as he threw an arm around Jensen’s neck, whispering to his best friend even though his eyes never left yours.

The cool midnight air chased the remaining fog from your mind as you walked out the front door. A few minutes later, the provocative rumble of Norman’s bike caught your attention.

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You woke with a start to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Ignoring it wasn’t an option you soon realized as it continued, undeterred. Groggily, you pulled off the blankets you’d wrapped yourself in and lowered your feet to the floor. Still wearing the tank top from earlier that night, you had managed to take off your shorts before falling face first into the down blankets, but the thought never crossed your mind as you padded towards the incessant racket.

Pulling the door open, you groaned as Misha stepped through the entryway, harsh fluorescent lights streaming in around him.

“Sorry if I woke you [Y/F/N], I seem to have misplaced my room key.” Waving a dismissive hand in his general direction, you moved to let him pass in front of you before closing the door. Turning back towards Misha as it clicked shut, you nearly ran into the man. He’d stopped in his tracks upon seeing your disheveled appearance. Abruptly, you were wide awake, heart beating frantically as he stepped towards you. One hand reached out to brush fingers along your hip, the other traveling up to cup the right side of your face as he took another step closer.

Groaning, he leaned forward, resting his head against yours.

“You really have no idea what you’re doing to me right now…” You were just about to question his statement when both hands shifted to cement themselves to your waist, drifting down to caress your panty-clad ass, the cotton fabric riding up as his grip tightened and you found your feet leaving the ground. Turning, he shoved you into the wall as his lips found your neck.

Unconsciously, your fingers threaded through his hair, tilting your head to accept his advances. Several times, they made contact with your fevered skin before he pulled away, chest heaving. Even in the dark, the small amount of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains illuminated his sapphire eyes as his breathing quickened and he pressed his chest to yours. Ducking his head briefly, he looked back into your [Y/E/C] irises, words hushed but clear

“Do you want this [Y/F/N]?” Nodding, you reached forward, palms resting against the t-shirt stretched over his chest as you lowered your lips to his.

With your legs wrapped snugly around his waist and your back pressed into the wall, Misha ran his hands the length of your torso. The stubble decorating his jaw scraped over your neck as his attention moved to the juncture where your pulse met your shoulder. Setting his teeth into the soft skin, you groaned as his hips rutted between your legs. The strength of his hands as they moved to your waist lifted the dark material of your tank top to expose your stomach. Breath heavy as he lifted the thin material over the swell of your chest, Misha’s eyes widened as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

Closing his lips around one nipple, he teased you, alternating between sucking and testing his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Your back arched and an involuntary moan escaped between your lips as he pulled back, blowing cool air over the now swollen flesh.

Returning his hands to your belly, the electricity flowing from his fingers shot through your body, ripping a strangled cry from your throat as one hand braced against the wall while the other ghosted across the panties you still wore. For a moment he moved his hand along the fabric quickly before growing impatient and shoving his fingers past the elastic and into the folds at the apex of your thighs. The warmth spreading through you flared as his hips ground against yours, heavy sighs falling from his open mouth.

“Fuhh-ck, you’re so wet baby.” The praise caressed your senses as Misha drew his thumb over your clit before sliding two fingers into the heat of your body. Curling them against the front of your belly, you threw your head back as you attempted to control the moans that threatened to escape.

“C’mon [Y/F/N], let me hear that pretty voice of yours..why don’t you tell me what you want..hmmm?” As if to emphasize his request, Misha dug his hips into yours again, more insistent as his cock strained against the constricting denim of the pants he still wore.

Opening your eyes, you tilted his chin up to press your lips against his, smiling into the kiss while your hands traveled down from where they’d been threaded through his dark hair to play with the hem of his black t-shirt. As your fingers ghosted over the warm skin of his belly, your mouth traveled to his jaw and neck, peppering wet kisses anywhere your lips touched. His skin flushed with a wave of goosebumps as your breath fanned across him, breathing heavily as you spoke

“Fuhh..hhhuuuck.” The sigh fell from your lips before taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth.

Twisting your hands in his shirt, you hurried to lift it over his head, dropping it to lie forgotten at his feet; only tearing your mouth from his neck for an instant. The warmth of his body encouraged you to spread your fingers over his skin as your hands made their way to his belt buckle. Deftly, your fingers made quick work of the brass fastener, the sound of his zipper assaulting your senses as you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock.

Strong fingers closed around your wrist and yanked your hand free to press it over your head. A deep growl reverberated through Misha’s chest before he removed the fingers still playing along your wetness to grip the base of his length, pushing it against the front of your soaked panties. The strength cording through his forearms coupled with the sounds he made tore through the rest of your inhibitions as your hips bucked forward against his touch. The fingers you’d been running over his torso tipped and your nails bit into his muscled back, red welts chasing the lines caused by your pleasure.

[Y/F/N]’s enthusiasm engulfed Misha as his hand bunched in the cotton fabric of her panties and shoved them to the side; hips snapping forward in his need to feel her around him. Guiding his thick length through the folds of her soaked core was nearly his undoing, and he could feel her contracting around nothing as he moved over her clit, the swollen bundle of nerves teasing the sensitive skin of his head. She moved against him freely now, no longer shy as her hips thrust into his. Wanton moans of his name dripped from parted lips, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she struggled against his hold on her.

“Miiiiiii..ssshhhhuuuh..pleeahheesse?!”

There it was…the barest of whispers. But it was enough. Eyes wild, the pressure he exuded where his fingers dug into her hips was sure to leave bruises, the skin around his fingers white as he dug into her flesh. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, to fill her up until she screamed, but he hadn’t been prepared for this to happen tonight. Turning, he carried her the three steps to the bed, releasing her wrists she fell from his hips to land with a small bounce against the cool sheets, long [Y/H/C] tresses fanning out around her as he knelt between her legs.

Using the momentum of Misha’s body as he fell to the bed, you flipped him to his back, the surprise evident on his face as he stared up into your bright [Y/E/C] eyes. Wasting no time, you grabbed his wrists, pinning them to his side as you stretched over him. “My turn. Behave yourself Mr. Collins..no touching. Understand?” A slow smile crept over his features, but his head inclined in acquiescent as you moved down his body, appreciating the lithe muscles that rippled beneath his skin. As you inched below his belly button, his breath hitched, hissing between his teeth as you bit into his tanned skin, sucking for a moment before pulling away; blowing warm breath across the damp surface - a shiver running through his body at the sensation.

He itched to put his hands on her, fuck she felt amazing between his thighs. Looking down as she kissed his skin and took her time savoring his body, her chest pressed flat against him, that tight ass wriggling subconsciously in the air…it was almost too much. He watched as she wrapped long, deliberate, fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing gently before turning those stunning Green eyes up to look into his own, the fan of dark lashes she stared through both challenging and questioning. Just as he’d imagined it would be. Fingers dug into the sheets at his side as she flattened her tongue and licked a strip of heat along his length, sealing her lips over his head, teasing him with the isolated attention for a moment before taking him into her throat.

Humming in satisfaction as he slid along your tongue, hands splayed over his thighs before dipping down to cup his balls, your soft touch drawing a groan from Misha’s throat. As you backed off his length, your tongue swirled around the sensitive skin of his frenulum for a moment before you swallowed him down again.

“Dammit woman, fu..huu - nnnnnggg…” Threading a hand into the waterfall of your hair dragging over his fevered skin, he’d forgotten himself and your instructions - intent on fucking that talented mouth of yours until he spilled down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks around his thickness, you growled, gently setting a small amount of pressure on either side of him as you found a rhythm, twisting one hand around his base in the opposite direction your tongue traveled.

Misha snapped his hips forward into the girl’s waiting mouth, movements becoming erratic as the minutes ticked by. He was close, muscles tensing as his pace increased. The moans spilling from [Y/F/N]’s lips vibrating along his desperate cock pushed him over the edge, but a few good thrusts before he was sure to come, she sealed her lips around his head, two strong pulls tearing a ragged scream from his throat before she pulled her mouth off of him with a soft pop. Eyes darting around as his cock twitched in her hand, a knowing grin spread across her face as her eyes narrowed.

“What did I say Misha?” Her grip tightened around him and she leaned forward, flicking her tongue against the sensitive skin below his head, eliciting a torturous groan to fall from his mouth.

“Fuhhhh..uuhh..please [Y/F/N], pleee..ssuuhhh babe…”

With zero warning, her mouth closed around him again, shoving his cock to hit the back of her throat as her tongue massaged his shuddering length, fingers wrapping around his wrists in a bruising grip as she held them pinned to his sides. One final constriction of her lips sent him over the edge, and he came in a hot rush, but [Y/F/N] was eager, swallowing him down before drawing him out of her mouth and falling with a sigh to the bed next to him. Turning to looking at the man beside her, his chest heaving with the effort of recovery, she smirked, crawling up to dart her tongue along the curve of his ear, a whisper fell from her fevered lips “first fuckup is free..after that…”

Confidence coursed through you as you slid from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click behind you. What the fuck was that?! You wondered to yourself. You certainly weren’t complaining but….okay..well…maybe a little bit - there’d been no relief for you, but then again, you hadn’t expected there to be. No one, aside from yourself had ever been able to break that coil inside you, regardless of how tightly it was wound. Still, you held out hope for the future as your hands began to ghost over your body.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Patient D.W.

Request: Do you think you could do a Dean x reader fic where the boys are wanted and dean gets seriously injured, so instead of a hospital they show up the at an emergency vet clinic where the reader is the only veterinarian there and she refuses to not call the cops until she finds out more.

Pairing: Dean x vet!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: life threatening injuires

“Okay, Mr. Snuggles,” you said to the tired kitten you put back in his cage after doing another check on him. “You get some rest and in the morning you can go home to your mom and dad.”

“Lady, we need help,” suddenly said a man in the back of the vet clinic, your eyes instantly drawn to the alarm on the wall. It was well past midnight and you were the only one around in the emergency clinic. At least you were supposed to be. You’d been trained that this might happen. Gunshot wounds, stabbing victims...they’d come to you to avoid the hospital and then things would go bad. “Hey Doc! My brother’s injured.”

You spun around quickly, a large man holding another half conscious one up, his face and chest bloody.

“Go to a hospital if he needs medical assistance,” you said. “I can call you an ambulance if-”

“Help him. Please,” said the man, pulling the other one over to an open door and setting him on operating table you used for large dogs, big enough to fit a grown man for the most part.

“I said-”

“We can’t. The police are...please just stop the bleeding,” said the man, shaggy brown hair matted down with dried blood. “He’s going to die if you don’t help him.”

“Are you wanted?” you asked.

“Technically yes. But it’s a long story I don’t have-”

“Make time,” you said, the man scrunching up his face.

His lips flapped a mile a minute, his story so far out there you thought he should write a book if he ever got off whatever drugs he was on.

“A werewolf attacked him and threw him across a room and out a second story window...and then attacked him again is what you’re saying,” you said.

“It’s insane but it’s the truth,” said the man, glancing back at the one of the table, not even bothering to try and keep his eyes open anymore. “Come on Dean, stay awake.”

“Tryin’ Sammy,” he mumbled, poking open one eye to look at you.

“I don’t know how to fix people. I’m an animal doctor,” you said.

“Well...think of him as a really big dog that got hit by a car,” said Sammy.

“I need your help,” you said, pointing behind him at a box of gloves on a shelf, the man turning his back as he plucked some out. You kneed him in the back, the man falling down long enough for you to shove him towards the corner and into the large crate there, locking the door behind him.

“No, no, no, please! Don’t call the cops!” said Sammy, shaking the door but he wasn’t getting out of there anytime soon.

“He needs medical attention,” you said, going to the wall phone, the man on the table grunting.

“If you’re gonna call, let him go,” said Dean. “Let Sam go at least. Please.”

Everything screamed not to trust these two, that they were insane, on drugs...not to mention you really did need another pair of hands to help Dean.

“Either one of you tries anything, I call the cops,” you said, undoing the crate. “Put on some gloves. I hope you know how to stitch, big guy.”

“Hey,” said Sam, answering the door to a creepy motel room the next night. You stepped inside to see Dean bare from the waist up, bandages covering his body, his eyes shut. “He’s resting.”

“I need to check him,” you said. Sam caught your arm, poking his head outside before closing up tight. “You do realize I’m putting my neck on the line to help your brother. I didn’t call the cops.”

“We don’t know you is all,” said Sam, letting you head over to Dean. You saw the light layer of sweat on his skin up close, cursing when you pulled a chair over. “What?”

“He has an infection,” you said, Sam shaking his head.

“I know how to look for an infection. None of his wounds look bad,” said Sam.

“You brought a bloody and injured man into an emergency vet clinic full of sick animals where he could have picked up any kind of disease in his weakened immune state,” you said. Dean flashed open his eyes, unclenching his fist when you grabbed a rubber band and tied it around his bicep. “I need to test his blood and run it so he can get the right medicine.”

“Okay then do it,” said Sam.

“Even once I know what disease it is, where are you going to get the medicine?” you asked.

“You figure out what the infection is, let me worry about the medicine.”

You had a cool washcloth on Dean’s forehead, Sam leaving to go get the medicine he claimed.

“Rip off a pharmacy is more like it,” you mumbled, Dean stirring awake, taking a long swallow. You helped him take a few big gulps of water from his glass, Dean smiling when he finished.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“I looked you and your brother up during the day. You guys are wanted for some pretty messed up stuff. A lot of grave desecrations I saw,” you said.

“It’s how you kill a ghost,” said Dean.

“Oh, so you kill werewolves and ghosts?” you asked.

“A bunch of other stuff too but yup,” said Dean. “You think we’re nuts.”

“The logical part of my brain says yes. The other part has no idea how you got claw scratches like that from anything other than a wild animal,” you said.

“Welcome to crazy town, doc,” said Dean.

“You know I’m a vet, right?” you said.

“Saved my ass. A doc’s a doc to me,” said Dean. “What’d you say I have again?”

“Cat scratch fever,” you said.

“But I didn’t get scratched by a cat...or been anywhere near a cat,” he said.

“Yes but a kitten with the bacteria was in the operating room just before you showed up. If any of his spit was on the table when you decided to start rolling around with open wounds on it...” you said. “You’ll be fine. We just have to stop it before it gets bad. You need to be as healthy as possible to help these other injuries heal. If your body wasn’t so busy trying to fight off everything else, you’d probably get over it on your own.”

“What if we didn’t treat it?” asked Dean.

“You could get a severe neurological disorder for starters,” you said.

“Glad we’re treating it then,” said Dean.

“Are you in any pain?” you asked.

“Besides where the werewolf tried to rip my guts out or the fact I got shoved out a window yesterday, I’m perfect,” said Dean with a smile.

“Be serious,” you said.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’ll just lay low a few days and then I’ll be good as new. Right doc?”

“Let’s hope so.”

One Week Later

“Ow,” whined Dean when you pulled out a few of the stitches on his back.

“Don’t be a baby,” you said, Dean wincing again when you pulled on the thread. “I haven’t sewn human skin in a long time, cut me some slack.”

“Doc was an actual doc at one point?” he asked.

“I like animals better than people. Animals don’t come into your clinic in the middle of the night with warrants for their arrest,” you said, pulling out the last stitch, the skin healing nicely.

“Yet you still come by every day to check on me,” he said with a smile. “You like me or something doc?”

“Calling the police at this point is bound to cause more harm than good,” you said.

“Plus Sammy and me fight monsters and you’re still freaked by that,” said Dean.

“You and your brother ran into an abnormally large coyote is all,” you said.

“In the middle of an office building...” said Dean.

“I agree to disagree,” you said, knowing the marks on Dean’s body were from something much larger and the break in at the building they told you about was too strange to ignore.

But monsters weren’t real until you saw one so as far as you were concerned, Dean just had unfortunate luck and a creative imagination.

“You’re all set. Call me if you think the fever is coming back and get to a hospital next time dummy. You lost a lot of blood,” you said.

“Will do, doc,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up. We’ll grab a drink, have some fun. Sound like a plan?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re crazy?” you asked, Dean humming as he slid his shirt back over his head.

“See you around, sweetheart.”

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years

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A Soldier’s Wife

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 900 Words

Written For: @spnaubingo and @spnangstbingo

Squares Filled: Soldier Sam (AU) Military AU

Warnings: Angst

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” The pastor exclaimed, as you leaned forward, your lips sealing against Sam’s, tying you together for what you had hoped to be a long, loving life together.

That video had been taken two years ago, and you still watched it almost once a week, needing the reminder that it had happened. That you were really Sam’s wife. That he was real.

You had known even when you had married him that your marriage wouldn’t be easy. Your life would have it’s ups and downs, more than the normal relationship.

Sighing, you turned off the video, wiping away the stray tear. It was late, and you were getting maudlin. Picking up the baby monitor, you went through the motion of checking each lock, each window before climbing the stairs.

First, you went to your daughter’s room, the nightlight shimmering stars on the ceiling. She was quiet, still asleep in her crib, and you stood there for a moment, staring down at her in a rare moment of silence. Her hair was fuzzy, the same mahogany brown as her dad’s and you knew once she opened her eyes you would be greeted with the same hazel eyes that you had fallen in love with.

“Daddy should be home soon,” you whispered, running your finger along her smooth skin before leaving the room. Heading into your bedroom, you stared with longing at the large, king sized bed. Specially bought to fit Sam’s large frame, it often seemed too large while he was gone.

Being a soldier’s wife was never something you expected, and there were times you weren’t sure you could survive it. Having Sam gone, all the way across the world. Only getting to talk to him every now and then. Never knowing if he was okay, tears of relief each time his name flashed on your screen.

Changing your clothes for one of his t-shirts, you climbed into bed. Reaching into the nightstand, you pulled out a bundle of paper. These were your lifelines. Letters from Sam. Dated once a week, sometimes not arriving until a month later.

“My sweet Y/N,” he would always start, talking about the things going on where he was at. Never talking about the action, or the horrors he had witnessed. Always shiedling you from that part of life. Instead he would talk about what had happened at camp, and his camp mates. Talking about his plans as soon as he arrived home. How he couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms, to feel your body pressed against his once again. He couldn’t wait to see Lily, to finally hold his daughter in his arms. He hadn’t been there for her birth, and you knew how much that had upset him.

Placing the precious letters back in the nightstand, you turned the light off, curling onto your side, pulling Sam’s pillow to you. Cuddling it tight, you wished it was Sam. You couldn’t get rid of this feeling that something was wrong. This sad feeling that made you feel even more lonely.

Trying to relax, to finally sleep, you took deep steadying breaths. With his light scent left on the pillow, your muscles loosening, your doorbell rang.

Sitting straight up in bed, your heart started hammering. It was almost midnight, way past time for anyone to be visiting. Wrapping your robe around your waist, you raced down stairs, turning on the light as you went. The doorbell continued to ring, an annoying insistent sound that went straight through your heart.

Peering into the peep hole, you immediately threw the door open, tears welling up in your eyes. Dean usually had a decent poker face, but not right now. Every pain, every heartache was etched on his face, and it could only mean the worst. “No,” you whispered, takign a step back.

Dean stepped into the house, shutting the door before pulling you into his embrace. “I wanted to be the one to tell you. Not those stiff military people.”

“It can’t be,” you cried. “Dean, please tell me this is some sick joke.”

“I wish,” he answered, his words thick with emotion. “But Y/N, his group was ambushed, and no one made it out alive.”

Your knees buckled then, as the realization swept through you. Picking you up in his arms, Dean carried you to the living room. “He never got to see his daughter,” you bawled, Dean nice enough to let you cry against him. “Dean, he cna’t be gone.”

“I wish he wasn’t. I wish it was me instead. He had everything. You, a daughter. He was taken too soon,” he cried, both of you united in your broken hearts.

With tears blurring your vision, you could barely make out your wedding picture sitting in a place of honor on the mantel. Sam was so vibrant, so full of life, and it was hard to imagine that he was gone.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years

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No Regrets - An Unconventional Place

Request not a request. I was just in “the mood” :P And y’all know how Becca was made so it is only fair you got to know how Athena “AJ” Ackles came to be. ;)

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Ackles, Misha Collins, Daniela Chiusa (I think that is spelled right), Genevieve Padalecki, Jared Padalecki, Rebecca Ann Ackles (OC - and aww first time I wrote that last name for her!)

Pairing: Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex (kinda the point though), Playful teasing Jensen (yes that is a warning), smut, pretty much pure smut and fluff ;)

Wordcount: 1805 (yeah that is so not a drabble but I am not even sorry!)

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fits into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone but will also very much be part of the series.

Takes place between part 9 and 10 - JibCon 15

Thanks to the amazing @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for betaing this hot mess for me.

LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

“Jensen!” Y/N ran up behind Jensen and Misha. Jensen stopped, bringing their entire entourage to a halt and Y/N looked slightly annoyed by that effect. Jensen frowned at her expression, slightly worried if something was wrong. Misha quickly read the situation and urged the people around him to keep moving, knowing Jensen had about 30 minutes before the two of them had to be on stage anyway.

Daniela looked a little worried about the change in her plans, but Misha’s arm around her shoulder prevented her from turning back to get Jensen or Y/N.

“What’s up babe?” Jensen tried, but Y/N just grabbed his hand, dragging her confused husband after her through the hotel until they reached a supply closet. Jensen’s bewilderment didn’t lessen as Y/N pushed him inside, before locking the door behind them.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jensen stared at her in absolute shock as she threw her short jacket on the floor and turned to face him.

“I’m ovulating.” She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Jensen’s jaw dropped.

“You’re… So you wanna… In here?” Jensen babbled, not really sure what to make of this. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch her, kiss her everywhere they went. Hell he had thought about pulling her into a few closets himself, but that was just not who they were. They held hands, kissed maybe, but that was it. When they were in public that was. Home and away from prying eyes were an entirely different story.

“Well you wanted a baby,” she smirked at him as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She looked up at him through her lashes, and her words made him swallow harshly, “don’t you wanna put a baby in me Jay?”

“Fuck it!” Her sultry tone, combined with her words and her touch flipped a switch in him. Suddenly he didn’t care where they were, if anyone heard them or even saw them disappear into the closet. Jensen wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the door as his lips crashed against hers.

She giggled into his kiss as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and onto the floor. Leaving him in front of her in nothing but jeans. Her moans when her hands touched his bare chest went straight to his cock, making it jump with interest. Jensen groaned as she ran her hands down his chest until she reached his belt. His lips attached to her neck, making her gasp, pushing him back slightly.

“Don’t! Photo-Ops” she scolded, when her attempts to move him were uneffective. Jensen smirked against her skin, before running his tongue down her neck to her collarbone. His hands pushing down the straps of her dress until it fell to the floor, leaving her in front of him in her underwear.

Jensen took a step back letting his eyes wander her body, making her lovingly roll her eyes at him, as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. “Are you gonna stare at me or fuck me Jay?” She mocked making Jensen laugh.

“Can’t a guy do both?”

He crooked an eyebrow at her when she protested.

“Normally yes. Right now we don’t have time.” Jensen met her objections with a fierce kiss, before dropping slowly to his knees, kissing ways down her chest to her stomach. He teasingly bit a hold of her panties pulling them out a little looking up into her eyes. Enjoying the way she gasped and threw her head back, before vaguely objecting again. “We don’t have time for that either Jensen.”

Jensen’s eyes found hers again, as he slowly pulled her panties down her legs before letting her kick them off.

“I... don’t…care. They… can...” Jensen spoke in between placing kisses to her inner thigh as he lifted her leg up to rest on his shoulder. “Wait,” Jensen finished his sentence before sucking down right neck to her core, effectively leaving a mark and pulling a gasp from her lungs.

“Jensen,” she tried to scold, but he just sent her his best Dean smirk. “Well sweetheart, noone but I am allowed to take pictures of you there and I don’t mind a few purple marks one bit. Matter of fact why don’t we make a few more?”

Jensen attached his lips right above her cunt this time, making her squeal half in pleasure and half in amusement, before clasping her hand over her mouth realizing where they were.

Jensen played with her a little longer before running his tongue over her slick folds, drawing a sinful moan from her lips. He didn’t get any further before she pushed back on his shoulders. “Don’t. Your beard. People will know.”

“That good huh,” Jensen winked at her, making her laugh.

“They see you idiot! Not like you got time to shower or wash it before walking on stage. Certainly not with the speed you are going,” She mocked him and Jensen got back on his feet pushing her against the wall, with a grin plastered across his face.

“You never complained about my speed before, babe,” Jensen teased kissing her deeply, robbing her of her chance to talk back. She wasn’t about to let him win though. Quickly she popped the button on his pants, unzipped them and snaked her hand down the front of his boxers. Jensen broke the kiss and his forehead fell to rest on her shoulder, as she began stroking his throbbing length.

“Fuck!” He groaned letting her continue her ministrations for a few moments, grabbing her wrists and pressing his lips back against hers. “There won’t be a baby if you continue that, Y/N/N.” Jensen chuckled making her laugh.

“Then fuck me Jay,” she half whispered against his ear, as she began pushing down his boxers along with his jeans. A animalistic needy groan left Jensen’s lungs as he hoisted her into the air, letting her aligne his aching cock with her opening and he slowly pushed inside her. Their joint moans filled the small space when their bodies connected. Fully seated inside her, Jensen paused. Kissing her lips slowly and tenderly, letting her adjust to his size and giving himself a moment to not blow his load within the first few strokes.

She drove him crazy. Everything about her made him lightheaded. Her soft curves under his hands, her perfect round breast pressed against his chest, the way her mouth opened slightly as she moaned his name when he began to move. The way her pussy stretched and tightened around him, welcoming him in. She was gorgeous and sexy and his. All his.

“I love you so much Y/N Ackles,” Jensen whispered into her ear as he rocked into her, slowly and steadily building their high.

“I love you too Jensen Ackles,” she managed to gasp between her moans, and Jensen smiled against her neck. Running his tongue over the sensitive spot below her ear, before capturing her lips with his the second he picked up his pace. He stifled her moans with his kiss, preventing himself from groaning along with her as he thrusted into her over and over. Hard and deep, hitting her g-spot with perfect aim. Within seconds she tightened around him and her body began to shake and quiver in his arms. Two deep thrusts and Jensen followed her over the edge, releasing his load inside of her as his head fell to rest on her shoulder.

Their breathing was heavy and Y/N soothingly caressed her husband’s back, helping them both down off their high. Jensen’s lips found her’s again. Kissing her slowly and lazily for a few minutes before she giggling pushed him off her, telling him they had to hurry.

Jensen cleaned them both up with his boxers, before tossing them in a corner behind a couple of brooms that looked like they hadn’t been used in over a year, making Y/N laugh at him and gently slap his shoulder.

Jensen’s eyes never left her as they got dressed, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the blush in her cheeks. No matter what they did together, she never stopped blushing when he looked at her. He never wanted her to either.

Y/N lovingly straighten his hair, and he untangled a few locks for her before they existed the closet, meanwhile looking deeply into her eyes. He couldn't help but hope. Maybe next year they would have a little girl or boy with them in Rome. There was no way Y/N would a few month old baby in another country. Getting her to leave Becca for a few days, had been a battle in itself, even when she was staying at her uncle Jared and Aunt Gen’s house.

Before Y/N could run down the hall in the opposite direction of the stage, towards her meet and greet, Jensen grabbed her arm and pulled her back flush against him. He felt her smile as she melted into his kiss, no longer arguing how late they were. She seemed serene and almost glowing, when they pulled apart for air.

“I think we did it,” Jensen smiled pressing a chaste kiss against her lips and giving her a quick squeeze before releasing her.

“I hope so,” she winked at him before blowing him a kiss, which never failed to make his heart sore, and running down the hall.

****

A few minutes later

“Finally!” Misha let out a overdramatic sigh as Jensen stepped onto the stage. “Where the hell have you been? And why do you look like you have been in a hurricane?” Misha frowned and looked his friend up and down.

Jensen lifted the microphone to his mouth, before wiggling his nose, thinking. He really should have made up a story before stepping onto the stage in front of a 100 people and Misha right next to him.

“Yeah… no. I don’t have a good answer,” Jensen grinned and the crowd erupted into laughter, clearly thinking he was making a crude joke and not trying to hide the truth.

Misha on the other hand instantly turning his back to the audience, whispering into his friend's ear. “You didn’t? At a convention?”

Jensen shrugged with a smile, turning his head so the crowd couldn’t see his answer, “can you blame me? My wife’s hot.”

Misha threw his head back in laughter, before sending Jensen an approving nod and Jensen smirked before turning to the audience. “Okay so who’s got questions?”

When a forests of hands showed, Jensen nodded to Misha to pick someone, letting his mind drift to Y/N and the little life they hopefully were welcoming in a few months’ time.

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