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Lead Me Into Temptation Chapter Eleven

Summary: Your crush on your next door neighbour is already long established. The signs are slight, but you can’t fully tell if he likes you or not. The problem is: he’s much older.

It was over. The relationship that could have been was over before it started. You curled up over your duvet on your bed, replaying the moment over and over.

You were torturing yourself, but you couldn’t stop it. It hurt. Every time it cut deep like a knife and the tears came again.

Beside you your phone buzzed. It had been doing that all week, non stop.

You must have dozed off, because when you came to the evening sun was streaming in through your bedroom window. It was damn hot. Too hot for you right now. You sat up groggy, tired and a little hungry. You wiped your eyes and swung your legs off the side of the bed. Standing up, you stretched your tired bones and wet your dry mouth. Your bare feet padded on the thin carpet as you made the short distance to the front room.

“You’re awake.”

You jumped and turned to the voice. It was Jared.

“What are you doing here?” your voice was a little deep and scratchy from only just waking up. You rubbed your eyes pulling the sleep out of them.

“I came to see how you are. And to collect rent.”

Rent. Shit. You hadn’t been at work all week. You hadn’t even called in. As far as Walter knew you were MIA. You pointed to a small corner table with a brown paper envelope on.

“Rent’s there.”

You decided to go back to bed. Hunger had evaded and you were way too tired to deal with Jared.

“Y/N, sit down, and tell me what happened. Haven’t you been getting Misha’s texts? I know for a fact you haven’t responded to mine or Jensen’s.”

At the mention of his name, the lump tightened and you looked away as tears pricked your eyes.

“What’s going on with you? Misha tells me you haven’t been at work all week.”

You sat down in an armchair and huddled up. The thought of bringing it up made the words get stuck in your throat.

“Misha… doesn’t want me.”

Your fingers gripped the cushion and you stuffed your face into it, shuddering out your tears. Saying it hurt a lot more than thinking about it over and over.

“What?”

You couldn’t repeat it. The restriction in your throat hurt as did the pain inside.

You heard the creek of Jared knees as he knelt down and felt his form close to you.

“Honey, you couldn’t be further from the truth. I know for a fact he’s crazy about you. He talks about you all the time. Did something happen?”

He slowly removed the cushion you hid behind and saw your red tear ridden eyes and the utter brokenness you carried.

“He rejected me.”

He gave you a confused look, but said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

With a shaky breath you did.

“I came onto him. We had came from the bar, back to his. We were gonna continue drinking. Now I know he was wanting me to sober up, but I just wanted to forget. I don’t know what came over me. I kissed him and he pulled away, instantly. He didn’t want me. Doesn’t. Want. Me.”

Jared cupped your face with his large hands. They were humongous, bigger than Misha’s. You let his hands cradle your face, his thumbs wiping away tears. You drew in shaky breaths.

“I can tell you now,” The timbre of his vice was soft. “You have it all wrong.”

You looked down, your eyes on the cushion in front of you.

“I know it was last week. Misha has been desperate to get hold of you, honey. He didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. You were drunk. Look at me Y/N,” You sniffed and lifted your eyes to him. “It wasn’t wrong of you, but Misha didn’t feel that the time was right.”

He let go of your face and pulled out his phone.

“I’ve had numerous calls and texts from him. He wants to talk to you. You should talk to him. I won’t make you, I’ll let you decide on that.”

You nodded, silently. Dutifully.

“Walter has also stated he’ll allow the week off as sick, with pay, all you have to do is turn up Monday morning. Misha also wanted me to pass this on, the police have convicted Mike of sexual assault. Turns out that his father is violent to his mother, so we think Mike grew up with it. He was probably conditioned to keep it a secret.”

You were shocked at that.

“Wait, what? Really? Is Sheila okay?”

Jared pulled a face. “Sheila… she’s finding it tough on her own. It’s a huge adjustment for her. Obviously in time, it’ll begin to get easier.”

“How? There’s no evidence.”

He gave you a look.

“Honey, Misha can be pretty ruthless when he wants to be.”

He stood up, his knees creaking again.

“I should also tell you, your mother hasn’t been the nicest person to Misha.”

You looked up at him. Christ he was so tall. Your brow furrowed. You couldn’t imagine Ma being horrible to anyone.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t believe Mike assaulted you. She also believes he’s having… certain… relations with you. He’s being harassed.”

Your jaw tensed. You couldn’t believe the absurdity of her. His words quickly fired you up, making your heart pump faster and your blood heating up to a roaring flame.

“That… that… urgh.” You stood up and put your flip flops on, grabbed your keys and your bag.

“Whoa, where are you going?”

“To my mothers.”

“Um… you have no pants on.”

You looked down at your bare legs. “Right.”

You dropped everything and headed into your bedroom. You slipped on shorts and came back in.

“I see you ditched the dresses.”

“They’re there in the wardrobe, I stopped wearing them.”

“What are you gonna do with them? Are you ever going to wear them again?”

You shrugged. “I haven’t made any decisions yet.”

“Are you seriously going over there?”

You nodded.

“She has no right to say that to Misha.”

He put up his hands. “Hell, don’t let me stop you.”

You walked out, Jared following you out after picking up your rent. He let you lock up and you both headed down the stairs, out of the apartment complex and onto the street. You headed straight to your car.

“I won’t stop you but don’t say anything you’ll regret.”

You nodded keeping that in consideration. You slung your bag onto the passenger seat and started her up. The red mistress roared to life and settled to a purr. You slotted the tape in and played. AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ burst forth through the speakers. You turned the volume knob up high, just the way you liked it, slipped on your sunglasses, rolled the window all the way down and drove off.

By the time you got to your parents, you had changed cassettes and were nodding emphatically to Iron Maiden’s ‘The Number Of The Beast’ before you pulled up. Faces peeked round curtains, one of them would be your mother you believed. It was she came out as you were collecting your bag and unbuckling your seat belt.

“Turn that racket off. I have neighbours. Have you no shame?”

You turned, your shades still on. You smiled and turned the music down.

“Funny you should mention neighbours. Haven’t you been talking to Misha?”

She looked at you incredulous for answering back.

“Of course not.”

You tutted. “’Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.’ Isn’t that what Exodus 20:16 tells you? In other words. Liar. Liar. Pants. On. Fire. Because I know for a fact you have. I have friends mother, very good friends, and I don’t know what you’ve been saying to him, but I’m telling you now, it stops.”

Her features turned bitter.

“You cannot be here, telling me what I can or cannot do.” She pointed her finger at you.

You gave her a shit eating smile.

“Suuure I can. It’s a free country. Freedom of speech and all,” ‘Run to the Hills’ by Iron Maiden played and you tapped your palms against the wheel. “ I do love this song.” you spoke wistfully at the end.

“It’s the devils music.”

You sighed.

“Oh, mother. You really need to get outta that head of yours. It’s no more devil worship than watching Buffy.”

“I want you off my property.”

You looked at her front yard, and the sidewalk she was standing on.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t own the sidewalk you’re on, mother. I’d be surprised if you did.”

Her cheeks coloured. She didn’t like to be embarrassed.

“How could you create all those lies about Mike!” she hissed. “Now, poor Sheila is estranged from her husband and her son is going to jail. All because of you!”

You looked at her. She was turning this back on you.

“Mike’s father was a violent woman beater, which Mike learnt from and he got what was coming to him. And I don’t feel sorry for him at all. Not in the slightest. If you want to blame me for bringing out the truth, then so what. Blame me. But they were all living a lie and someone uncovered their secret and Sheila will be better off without her husband.”

“Sheila is a good friend of mine, and now you’ve turned everything upside down. You have a nerve coming here, given your certain relations to a man who’s old enough to be your father.”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“I’m not shagging my ex neighbour if that’s what you’re talking about.”

“Do you have to use obscene language?”

You looked forward through the windscreen of your car. “Everyone does it mother. You did.” you spoke calmly.

“He’s corrupted you.” she whispered.

“No, mother, he saw my true potential. He helped me to become myself. He helped me out of the shell I was in. Out of the life I didn’t want.”

“He gave you a car for your birthday, in devil red. What does that say? Is that the kind of gift neighbours give who aren’t fornicating? I don’t think so,” She looked down into the car. “Have you no dignity? You even dress like a common prostitute.”

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing a simple cut off t-shirt and shorts and black flip flops. You were even wearing a bra today which was a step up.

“Well you were the one who wanted me to get married to a church man.”

“Not to a man who’s been to church the one time!”

You didn’t get a chance to retort as a car’s engine sounded and you both turned to look. You recognised the car all too well. Your mother had the leeway as she marched straight over. It took you a moment as your finger jabbed the stop button and had to cut the engine. You stepped out of your car, grabbing the keys before you forgot and sprinted the short way where you heard your mother.

You almost lost a flip flop on the short journey as you ran. You cussed and slipped it back on.

“I should have you arrested for-”

“Oh cut it out, mother, ain’t nothing you can get him arrested for.”

His eyes turned to you and you swore they widened slightly. You couldn’t get over just how blue his eyes were. But you couldn’t get weak kneed in front of your mother.

“Connie-” he started, holding his hands up.

“Don’t you Connie me. You’ve corrupted my daughter. You had the police over to my house to question me about Mike, over the absurd claims you’re making.”

“Mother! I told you to stop!” you grabbed her arm to pull her back. She jerked her arm away from your grasp. It happened quickly. Too quickly for you to comprehend. Her hand raised and came whistling down. The sound was awful as her hand connected to your cheek, your head snapping back.

Your own mother had struck you. Never before had that happened.

“You are my daughter. Remember that. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Sometimes hard discipline is needed.”

You looked at her shocked, holding a hand to your burning cheek.

You felt Misha grab your arm and pull you back. You both spoke at the same time.

“So what, you’re going to keep harassing him until he pulls out an injunction on you? Is that it?”

“Don’t you dare hit your daughter!”

Your mother didn’t answer, instead she walked back to her house. You wanted to shout something after her. You didn’t. But Misha did.

“I saved your daughter, from something she didn’t believe in.”

He had. You couldn’t deny. She opened the door and stepped inside without looking back shutting it, sealing her in her own world.

His hand slid down and held your hand. You let him. It calmed you.

“Let me get you an ice pack for that.”

You looked at him. His jaw tensed and his eyes blazed and for a second you were worried he would go right on over to your childhood home and pound on the door and tell your mother straight. He didn’t. his expression softened and you don’t know why, but it made you feel worse.

You unlinked your hand from his and his eyes turned down in sadness. Your heart gave a painful pang in your chest, and you felt a loss and inside felt slightly hollow, which you chose to ignore.

“I should go.”

“Y/N…”

You took one step away from him. Now wasn’t the time. You gave him one last look before walking back to your car.

“Please, talk to me.”

You pretended you hadn’t heard him. You pretended you hadn’t heard his low sad voice. Every step away from him made your heart lay heavy in your chest. And it hurt. It didn’t feel right. Already the tears were stinging your eyes. You wiped at them quickly. You sat in your car and started it, driving away before Misha had the chance to catch up to you. Your heart tore for leaving him behind.

You saw him in your rear view mirror, standing there, one hundred percent crestfallen.

You couldn’t sleep. You mind kept relaying his forlorn expression. Hopeless eyes, slumped shoulders. He was a sad puppy. All he wanted was to talk and you had bolted, scared of confronting your feelings. You sighed and rolled over. He hadn’t sent a text since and it bothered you. It was clear he was waiting on you. He had done all he could. You on the other hand, had to be brave and rise up.

At 2AM you sat up in your bed. Sleep wasn’t coming. It was inevitable. You swung your legs over the side, pulled on pajama pants, slipped on flip flops and put on your trusty jacket.

You knew this was something you had to do. You couldn’t put it off any longer. You grabbed your bag, checked your keys were in there and headed out. You made double sure your door was locked.

You started her up and pulled out into the night. Your hands gripped the wheel as a thought occurred. What if he closed the door in your face? You doubted it somehow but it was possible. The worry slipped down causing unease in your stomach turning it into anxiety.

You pulled up and killed your engine, making everything go dark. After wiping your clammy hands on your jacket, you pulled open the door and stepped out, shutting it behind you. The walk to his front door wasn’t very long at all. But it felt it, in your heart and your stomach. God this was so stupid. You had no reason to be anxious. Or nervous. Buck up. You could do this.

You pressed his doorbell. It rang loud in the quiet night. You stood there, not entirely sure what to do with yourself. A little awkward. And thinking it was kind of a bad idea. Scratch that. A stupid bad idea.

You didn’t get the chance to collect your thoughts as the light came on and the door opened.

You stood there, mouth slightly agape, heart beating tenfold. Nausea in your throat. He stood in his boxers and blue dressing gown on but not tied, shock in his tired eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep.” you got out. Your throat insanely dry. You stood there for what felt a long time, looking at him, him at you. You wanted him to say something. Do anything. Reality hit you as you remembered you were in your pajamas. You had driven to him without bothering to get dressed.

“Say something…” you whispered, desperate to not feel like a complete dope.

He reached out and pulled you in. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tight. You succumbed to his hug. You needed it. He was warm and smelled good, like his favourite cologne and something that was distinctively Misha. You held on to the sides of his dressing gown, feeling the soft thick material between your fingers, your body pressed against his. His heart beat comforted you and you could feel your eyes getting heavy. He was so warm.

The door clicked shut. You pressed your forehead to his chest, just listening.

“I messed up, Mish’.”

“Shhh.” he hushed. You looked at him.

“I did.”

“You didn’t, of course you didn’t.” he whispered, his hands reaching to hold your face.

“I,” your voice cracked and your eyes brimmed with tears. You closed your eyes, letting your face look down. His hands cradled your face and you leaned into his touch. You hitched in a breath, squeezing your eyes tight shut as you fought to get the words out.

His lips pressed softly to your forehead.

“I understand now. You were only protecting me.”

He tipped your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. “It was a hell of a long week without you. It cut me open to see your heart shattered like that. It hurt me to think you thought that,” he stroked back your hair, an action that made you close your eyes. “All I wanna do is put them back, piece by piece.”

“I love you, Misha.” you murmured thinking out loud.

“What?”

You snapped your eyes open, avoiding looking at him, heart frozen as you realized the words you had uttered. What if he didn’t feel the same way? You knew he cared for you, that didn’t mean he loved you. Your eyes flicked up. His were impossibly wide, and he looked like he had been smacked with awestruck wonderment.

“Love the way you care for me.” you covered.

He smiled. Probably the first in a week, you suspected. It was sunshine when he smiled and it filled the cracks of your heart. It made you want to smile too.

“It’s okay. I love you too.” he said soft and breathlessly, closing the space between you both.

His head dipped, his hands resting just below your ears , his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your eyes couldn’t stop looking into his blue orbs. His lips brushed against yours and you held your breath, your eyes slipping shut and your hands lifted.

His lips were firm, yet the kiss was soft and slow, comforting, as your feelings were laid bare. You held the sides of his dressing gown, now standing on your tiptoes wanting to be that little bit taller, to be just that little bit closer.

Euphoric warmth blossomed through your body as the kiss continued. He was gentle as his lips caressed yours, a complete contrast from the time at Track.

He pulled back much too soon for liking, threaded his hand with yours, resting his forehead against yours, your breathing levelling, and together you went upstairs.

Was it official? You didn’t know. But you knew that laying next to Misha was enough. For tonight. His arm draped over your waist, as you rested your head on his chest. His hand found yours and you held it, becoming drowsy listening to the steady rhythm of his heart and the even rise and fall of his chest.

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latishiante1001 · 7 years

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Surprise Visit (Part 2)

Originally posted on @tinishiante here.

Rating: Explicit Category: M/F/M/M Fandom: Supernatural RPF Relationship: Reader/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Misha Collins Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins Additional Tags: Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jensen, Omega!Jared, Omega!Misha, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Word Count: 3811 Summary: The reader goes into heat and all of her mates want some of her. Reader’s PoV

Surprise Visit Series Masterlist ~ Part 1 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Masterlist

You wake up to an empty bed. You jerk up thinking what happened was a dream, but the ache between your legs told you it wasn't. But that brings up a question: Where are your mates? You look around for a note, but there isn't one. You start to feel a little irritated and alone because they didn't tell you they were leaving. But before those feelings got too strong, Jared walks in. "Hey, you're awake. You okay?" Jared asks. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine." You reply. Jared scoops you into his arms and holds you. He kisses you softly then buries his head in your neck. "'M sorry. Should have waited until you woke up to go to the bathroom," Jared explains. "It's okay. You're here now. Where are Jensen and Misha?" You ask. "They went to get some food, among other things." Jared answers. "Okay." You say as you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jared puts you on the bed, lays down, and puts you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat again while Jared just holds you. "I missed you, Y/N. I love you so much. You are so good for your mates and Alpha." Jared praises, lovingly. "I missed you too, Jared. I love you so much. You are an amazing Omega for your mates and Alpha, as well." You reply. You fall back to sleep on Jared's chest, to the sound of his heartbeat. ~~~~~~~ 10 minutes later ~~~~~~~ "Jared, is Y/N awake?" Jensen sends through the bond to Jared. "She was, but she just fell back asleep. Are you almost back?" Jared answers, looking down at your sleeping face. "No. I will let you know when we are a couple of minutes out. You can wake her up then. Okay?" Jensen responds looking for Misha, finding him surrounded by fans. "Okay, Alpha." Jensen laughs through the bond so he isn't noticed, but still chuckles on the outside. "What is so funny?" Jared asks, smiling. "Misha was recognized and is surrounded by fans." Jensen says, still laughing. "Hey guys, guess what? Jensen is just around that corner!" Misha tells the fans. "Oh shit! Fuck! Why Misha?! Why?! You are such an asshole! You'll pay for this!" Jensen yells at Misha and Jared. Misha is cracking up. "What happened?" Jared asks. "I- haha- I told the fans- hahahaha- that Jensen is around the corner," Misha explains still laughing, "Dude! They are so loud! *Laughs* One of them just said 'Holy Zachary Quinto's eyebrows! It is him! My ovaries are dying! I need Jesus blood!' Oh my god!" Jared laughs, cracking up. Even Jensen is cracking up because of what that girl just said. Misha cracks up even more. "What happened now, Misha?" Jared asks. "A guy just walked past me and said, 'Holy shit! You're even more good looking in person! My boyfriend and I fangirl over you all the time! Can I PLEASE have a picture?!' I take the picture with him and he thanks me. He moves on, sees the swarm of girls, looks to see what the commotion is about, sees Jensen, *laughs* and literally collapses on the ground, saying, 'Oh my god!' I am dying of laughter right now." Misha explains laughing. Jared cracks up, surprised you haven't woken up. "Oh my god! The guy's boyfriend just walked up, saw his boyfriend on the ground, gasped, saw me, screamed, looked at the girls, saw Jensen, screamed AGAIN, and collapses on his boyfriend!" Misha explains, "Now the register guy is looking at all of us like we are insane. His face is priceless." Jared can barely breathe, he is laughing so hard. "The register guy just asked me, 'Are you and him from that show "Supernatural"?' I nod yes. He told me his daughter obsesses over us and asks for a photo and autograph. I take the photo with him and give him the autograph. He then backs up, asks me to go where I was and get in the position I was in, and then takes a picture of the whole scene. I give him my number so he can send it to me. The couple is still on the ground. Hey, the fans are dispersing." Jensen finally sees the couple on the ground, tilts his head, points at them, and asks Misha, "When did this happen?" "A couple of minutes ago." "Is that because of us or do we need to call 911?" "It's because of us. Don't know if we have to call 911 or not." The boys get up. Mark, the one from before, asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph while his boyfriend, Chris, asks Misha for a picture and an autograph. Then the register guy asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph for his daughter, Kaylee. "I hate you, Misha." "I loveth you, Jensen." Misha goes over to Jensen and hugs him. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Let's buy our stuff and go." They buy the food and leave. "Jared, go ahead and wake Y/N." "Okay." Jared nudges your shoulder. "Y/N, wake up. Wake up. Babe." You moan, "Nooooo. I don't wanna. I wanna sleep." "C'mon wake up. Alpha and Misha are going to be here soon." "Then they can sleep with us." "They are bringing food." Your eyes snap open. "I'm up." Jared laughs, "Wow! Just wow, Y/N! You don't wake up for Misha. Not for Alpha. You wake up for food!" "That is because food is life." "Well, it does keep you alive..." "Shut up!" You say, smacking his chest. Jared holds his chest, feigning hurt. "Ow! No hitting!" "Who's hitting who and for what reason?" Jensen says, walking in. "Y/N hit me for no reason!" Jared says, pointing at you while pouting. "Nuh uh! Liar liar, pants on fire! He was being obnoxious!" You argue. "I was not!" "Yeah you were!" "No! I was giving a statement!" "An obnoxious statement!" "You started it! You made me say it!" "I didn't make you say anything! I can't make you say anything! You said it out of your own volition!" "Nice word." Misha compliments. "Shut up, Misha!" Jared says. "Alright! That's enough. Y/N, no hitting," Jensen reprimands. Jared looks triumphant. "That goes for all of you." Jensen adds, once he sees Jared's face. You stick out your tongue at Jared. He does it back. "Guys! Really?! What did I just say?!" Jensen says, surprised that you two are misbehaving. "We aren't arguing or hitting." You argue, still looking at Jared. "It doesn't matter! Don't talk back! You know what I meant! Just stop! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Jensen reprimands. You both look at him with your eyes cast downward. "Stop fighting, okay? I don't care if it is playful or real, don't do it! Got it?" Jensen says, gruffly, adding a growl to his voice so you both know he is serious. "Yes, Alpha." You and Jared say in unison, looking down. "Okay. Jared, say sorry to Misha." Jensen orders. "I'm sorry, Misha. I was caught up in the moment." Jared apologizes. "I forgive you. I know that you didn't mean it." Misha replies. "Thank you. Now, do I have to really get that through your heads or are you both going to stop?" Jensen asks, giving you both the look that says, "you might want to say yes so I don't have to punish you." Though you all acted scared because of that look, you all secretly loved it. "No, Alpha. We'll stop." "Okay, come here." You and Jared sit up and hug Jensen. You three pull apart to the sound of Misha, chuckling. "What's so funny, Misha?" Jensen asks. "Nothing. I'm just happy because I am not the one being reprimanded," Misha explains, chuckling. "Really, Misha? Really? Whatever. Let's go eat." Jensen says, rolling his eyes. Jensen gets up and leaves the room with Misha. You are about to follow them when Jared swoops you into his arms. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Jared." You say as you nuzzle into his neck. He walks you both into the dining room, sits down with you on his lap, and starts to get his food when Jensen calls his name. "Yes?" "You know that if Y/N is going to sit on someone's lap during meals, it's going to be mine." "Sorry, Alpha." Jared apologizes, lifting you off his lap and putting you in a chair. "It's okay. Y/N, do you want to stay there or sit on my lap?" Jensen asks you. "I'll stay here." You all eat your food in silence. Right after you finish your food, you suddenly double over in pain, holding your stomach, with a yelp. Jensen, Jared, and Misha rush over to you with concerned eyes. "Y/N! What's wrong?!" Jared asks, frantically. Jensen sniffs the air and immediately moans. "God, you smell good. She's in heat. It's a really strong one. *sniffs* Oh fuck." Jensen picks you up and puts his nose in your neck. "Y/N, you, Jared, and Misha are going to be the death of me." "Please, Alpha. Jensen. I need you. I need your knot." You moan and whimper. "I got you, Y/N. I got you," Jensen reassures, walking to your room, "Jared, Misha. Clean up then join us." "Yes, Alpha," Jared and Misha say starting to clean up, wishing they could be with you and smell your sweet scent. Jensen sits you on the bed, takes off your shirt and bra, and stands up. "Alpha." You whimper, reaching out for him. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. Stand up, my beautiful Omega." You stand up and let Jensen take your pants and underwear off. Jensen makes you sit down then takes off his own clothes. You lie back on the bed and Jensen crawls over you. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You can barely keep up and with the heat wracking your body, you can't completely focus, so you just take it. Jensen moves down to your neck and moans loudly. "God, Y/N! I think this will be the one. This heat is so fucking strong and I am going to fuck you so hard, keep you full with my cum. Breed you so much, your body will have no choice to get pregnant. You want to carry my pups, don't you, Y/N? You want to be a good Omega?" "Yes! I want to carry your pups, Alpha! I never want to be empty. Wanna be full with your pups all the time." You moan. "Yes you do." Jensen moves down to your breasts. "You want your breasts to swell so you can feed my pups? Be so full with milk, you'll leak all of the time? Have so much you can feed Jared and Misha? Maybe even me?" Jensen asks, sucking on your nipples. "Can't wait for it." You moan loudly, "Yes! I wanna feed your pups! And Jared and Misha! And you! Oh!" You answer, imagining you with your stomach and breasts swollen, with Jared and Misha sucking on your nipples while Jensen is behind you holding onto your stomach. Jensen moves down to your stomach and kisses it, rubs it, and licks it. "I can't wait for you to be swollen with my pups." Jensen says kissing your stomach. He moves down and smells you. You are soaking wet, dripping slick. "Y/N, you are so wet for me. You want me to lick you and suck on your clit? Jensen asks, kissing your thighs. You hum yes. "I didn't hear you say yes." "Yes! Please, Alpha. Lick me." "There's the answer I was looking for." Jensen says before licking you slowly. You gasp as he pushes his tongue into you. He takes his left hand and touches your anus. "Oh! Jensen! More! Please more, Alpha!" He massages your hole with one hand while the other moves up and rubs your clit. "FUCK!! ALPHA!!" You scream as you cum. Jensen shoves two fingers in your hole, then puts another in while you are cumming, prolonging your orgasm. He moves up your body again, kisses you, and positions himself. Before he can push into you, Jared and Misha come in. They both gasp and groan. The whole room smells like heat and sex. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." Jensen orders gruffly. They do what he said. Jensen pushes into you, not stopping but going slow so you can feel yourself stretch around him. Jensen loves doing that to you, and frankly, so do you. You both groan when he bottoms out. "Y/N, you feel so good," Jensen groans into your neck, "Fuck. I forgot how good you smelled. I could come just from your smell." "Please! Alpha! Move please!" Jensen starts thrusting slow at first. He quickly speeds up like he did last night. Jared gets on your right side and sucks on your nipple while Misha does the same to your other one. "OH! Yes! Please! More! Ohhhh! I'm gonna cum!" You shout. "I'm right there with you. You take me so well, Y/N. Cum with me, Y/N. OH GOD!" Misha started sucking on Jensen's nipple. Jared notices and sucks on Jensen"s other nipple. "Oh! Jared! Misha! Y/N! Cum! Now! AGHHHH!! Y/N!!!!" Jensen shouts as he cums, hard. "Fuck!! JENSEN!! ALPHA!!!! AGHHHH!!!!" You scream as you scream just as loud and cum just as hard. Misha and Jared shout each other's name as they cum. Jensen falls on top of you again, hoping it's okay since you were okay with it last time. The room is filled with sounds of all of your deep breaths. "How long until her next phase, Alpha?" Jared asks. "Probably 2-3 hours. This is a really strong heat," Jensen answers, "Why?" "Just curious." "Just curious? Really?" Jensen asked, knowing what Jared was getting at. "Yeah. Why do you seem so surprised, Alpha?" Jared answered, feigning innocent. "I can see what you are trying to ask, Jared. I know you. I know Misha is curious, too." Jensen says. "Well, since you know. Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, please, please, Alpha." Jared begs. "You know how it works. Rock, Paper, Scissors, you two." Jensen orders. Jared and Misha do Rock, Paper, Scissors and Jared wins. "Yes!" Jared exclaims and his eyes immediately turn to predatory. "Woah, Jared. Hold up. You gotta wait for her next phase. And be quiet. Y/N's sleeping." Jensen reminds, chuckling over how eager Jared is. "Ok." Misha looks sad and is very quiet. "Misha, you okay? Jared asks. "Yeah." "How about this, Y/N rides me, Jared fucks her from behind, and you get to fuck Jared?" Jensen suggests, pointing to Misha. Misha lights up. "Yes please, Alpha." "I'm fine with it." Jared agrees. "Ok. It is going to have to happen quickly, so here's how it is going to go. 30-15 minutes before her next phase, Misha start stretching Jared and I'll stretch Y/N for Jared. Ok?" Jensen explains. Jared's face falls. "Ok, Alpha." Misha agrees. "What's wrong, Jared?" Jensen asks, "You want to stretch Y/N, don't you?" "Yes." "Alright. When the time comes, you can stretch her." Jared gasps, "Really?! Yes! Thank you, Alpha." Jared thanks in a hushed tone. "You're welcome. I know you love doing it. Ok, let's get some rest. I'll wake you when we need to wake up." Jensen says, yawning halfway through it. "I'll do it, Alpha." Misha says. "You sure?" "Yeah." "Okay." Jensen lays his head down and as soon as his head touches your chest, he falls asleep. Jared and Misha chuckle. "Get some sleep, Jared. You're gonna need it." "Shut up." "I love you." "Yeah, yeah. I love you, too." Jared takes about 5 minutes then falls asleep. ~~One hour and 35 minutes later~~ "Jensen. Alpha. Wake up. Wake up. It's time for you to wake up." Misha says, nudging Jensen. "What? What?! Huh? Oh, I'm up. Thank you, Misha. How much time do we have?" Jensen says, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "You're welcome. 20 minutes if the time you said was correct." "Ok. Jared. Jared, wake up." Jensen says, nudging Jared. Jared isn't budging. "I'll wake him up." Misha says with a smug smile. He grabs Jared's cock and strokes it. Jared moans but doesn't completely wake up. Misha moves his hand down and rubs Jared's hole. Jared jerks up and moans. "Oh! More." Jared says. "Wake up now or I'll be stretching Y/N." Jensen threatens. "I'm up. I'm up." Jared says rubbing his eyes. "Here." Misha says, handing Jared a tube of lube. "Thanks. Oh!" Jared moans as Misha pushes a finger into him. Jared opens the lube, squeezes some lube onto his fingers, and pushes one into you. "God, she's tight," Jared moans, wanting to be in you so bad, "Ah! Misha!" Jared crooks his finger up and you squirm. "Don't. Don't actually pleasure her. Just stretch her." Jensen orders, breathily because Jared's hand is rubbing his cock that is still in you. Jared puts another finger in you and quickly adds another. "Misha!" Jared moans and jerks his hand. You squirm and whimper in pleasure. "Jared! Do you need me to do it?" Jensen asked. "No! I got it!" "Jared. It isn't a punishment. I am genuinely asking you. Do you need me to do it?" "If I do something again, you can take over. Ok?" "Ok. Misha, don't completely pleasure Jared. Ok?" Jensen orders. "Ok." Jared adds another finger. "Fist her." Jensen orders. "Ok." Jared says. He turns his hand vertically and then adds his thumb. He makes his hand into a fist. "Oh my god! She is so tight." "Stretch her more. I don't want her to be in pain when her phase starts." Jensen orders. "Ok. Oh!" Jared moans because Misha put a fourth finger in him. "You good?" Jensen asks, "Need me to take over?" "No, I'm good." "Ok. Is she ready? We got 5 minutes or less." "She's good." "Misha, is Jared good?" "He's always good but yes he is." Misha answers. "Ok. When I said '5 minutes or less', I definitely meant less. Her scent is getting stronger. Oh god!" Jensen informs, smelling your neck. His cock immediately going hard as a rock, ready to give you what you need. Jensen pulls out of you. You immediately wake up, reaching for him. "Alpha! Please." You beg, whimpering, needing him in you. "I got you. Hold on. We got a surprise for you." Jensen reassures you. He gets on his back, lifts you on top of him, and positions you above his cock. "You ready, Y/N?" Jensen asks. "Yes!" You moan. "Are you two ready?" Jensen asks. "Yes, Alpha." Jared and Misha reply. "Ok. Let's give our beautiful Omega her surprise." Jensen says. He lowers you down onto his cock. You both groan as he bottoms out. "Fuck. You're still so tight. Jared, now." Jared spreads your cheeks and looks at your stretched out hole before he positions his huge, lubed up cock at your entrance and pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust. "Ohhh," You moan. Even after having his entire fist in your ass, you still stretch around him. "Yes, Jared. Oh god." "Oh god. Y/N! You are so fucking tight." Jared moans. Jared suddenly gasps and you wonder why until you see Misha. You can tell he is pushing into Jared from where he is and the look on both of their faces. Jared and Misha moan loudly. "You liking your surprise yet, Y/N?" Jensen asks with a smug smile on his face. "Yes. I love it. So full, Alpha," You moan. "You'll be fuller soon. With our cum. Then we'll fuck more and put even more cum in you. You'll be so full of cum that your belly will swell. But that swell will be not even comparable to the ones to come when you are full of my pups. You want that, don't you Y/N?" "Yes! I want to be full of your pups, Alpha. I want your cum! Please move!" Misha pulls out of Jared while Jensen lifts you up and Jared pulls out. They push back in and down. "Ah! Oh my god!" You cry out. "Fuck! Yes! More Misha! Y/N!" Jared yells out. They repeat the motion over and over again. You can't do anything but take it so you let Jensen take your weight. Jared and Jensen bury their noses in your neck. "Fuck, you smell so good. My beautiful Omega. You take us so well. How does it feel?" Jensen praises, moaning. "So good, Alpha. I feel so full. Please, I want more. Oh god! Don't stop. I want your knot, Alpha. Please! Claim me! Breed me!" "I'll give you my knot. Oh fuck. I'm not gonna last!" Jensen moans. "Me neither." Jared moans. Between your hot, wet heat and the long, thick cock in his ass, he doesn't stand a chance. He can't stop moaning. "Ah! FUCK!" Misha hit his prostate. Misha hits it on every thrust. "Don't you dare cum, Jared! We all cum together." Jensen says through his teeth. "Don't do that, Alpha. Let it out. We want to hear you." Jared orders. "Ahh! FUCK! Oh god! Y/N! Ah!" Jensen moans. You can barely hear yourself think. Not that that matters considering you can't really think about anything. You are so close. Both Jensen and Jared can sense that you are close from the way you are squeezing around them. "Misha!" "I'm right there with you! Ugh! Jared!" Misha answers, knowing what Jensen was going to say. "Oh! Fuck! Oh god! Cum! Now!" Jensen moans. All of you yell as you cum. All of you can't stop moaning and groaning and panting. Misha lifts Jared out of you and puts him on the bed. The room is full of all of your pants. "Misha, you know what you gotta do," Jensen says, breathlessly. "Ughh," Misha groans as he pulls out of Jared and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you all up with. He cleans all of you up, takes the washcloth into the bathroom, and comes back to lay down. You whimper as Jensen moves a little as it makes his knot move inside you. "Shh. It's okay. I'm sorry. Go to sleep, my beautiful Omega. You need the rest," Jensen says lovingly to you. You start to fall asleep to the safe sound of his heartbeat. "Come here, you two." Jared scoots closer to Jensen so he can lay his head on his chest and Misha spoons Jared. "Goodnight, my Omegas. I love you." "We love you too, Alpha," You all murmur in a half-asleep state. All of you fall asleep feeling safe, loved, and not alone.

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Four Bedrooms

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Based on this story told at Jibcon 2017 3.7k words

The thing is, Misha’s a liar.

He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.

So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.

It’s not a four-bedroom house.

The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.

“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.

“I might’ve...stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.

Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.

“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”

“I never said it was glamorous.”

“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”

Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”

“Cool, I like that idea. How long do you think we’ll be filming tonight?”

“Bob said 11 hours, but who knows. We have a lot to slog through,” Jensen replies tiredly.

They all sigh, somewhat simultaneously.

They only have a few minutes before they have to be on location, so Misha makes sandwiches and they scarf them down at the small kitchen table.

The next 15 hours are somewhat of a blur.

They film Cas’ death scene a dozen times from seven different angles. Misha takes his time with it, really tries to get in the right headspace for dying, makes it as dramatic as possible so the audience will truly feel the weight of the loss.

After the third take, Jensen rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Can you die a little faster, Mish? I’m fucking exhausted,” he complains.

Misha squares his jaw and stares at him. “Wait until we get to your coverage and then we’ll see who’s taking their sweet time.”

“Hey, kids, let’s not fight,” Jared placates. “We still have two more scenes to get through.”

When they get to Jensen’s coverage, he doesn’t really say much between takes. He keeps wiping his eyes and wringing his hands as if to shake off Dean’s pain. Jared is on break for this part, so it’s just Jensen and Misha and the sparse crew with Bob on headset.

Stupidly, Misha asks, “Are you OK?” as Jensen rolls his shoulders back and stares at the ground.

“What?”

“What are you thinking about? To get in the right headspace,” Misha clarifies.

Jensen looks at him like he’s an idiot. “I’m thinking about Cas being dead.”

“Really? You don’t have to think about something...real?”

Jensen shrugs. “It’s real enough. Dean loves Cas, it’s kind of easy to get inside his head.”

“Really? You think Dean loves Cas?”

“I mean, obviously. He’s his best friend, some of the only family he’s got.”

“Right…”

They film the scene again. Misha struggles to keep his eyes closed as the crane camera rises above them. He really wishes he could see Jensen’s reaction.

They get back to Misha’s house at 4 in the morning, their bodies exhausted but their spirits high with the end of the terrible filming schedule drawing near. Because they still haven’t figured out a sleeping arrangement yet, Jared suggests they stay up all night drinking.

Misha cracks open a bottle of wine first, and they drink amicably together out on the patio overlooking the mountains.

Jensen lounges back on a lawn chair and pounds two glasses of wine in 20 minutes. Misha is perpendicular to him in a regular chair, his socked feet propped up on the side of Jensen’s chair. Jared is standing at the railing smoking weed faster than Jensen’s drinking wine.

“Aw shit, I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” Jared says with his breath sucked in, pipe in hand.

“Aren’t you sick? Maybe you should slow down,” Misha responds.

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna need to sleep at some point. I’m so fucking tired.” He plops into a chair on the opposite side of Jensen. “This was literally the worst week to be sick.”

“Suck it up, dude. Only one more day,” Jensen says as he holds his empty wine glass out to Misha.

Misha pours him a third glass of wine.

“You were the one complaining every hour on the hour tonight,” Jared fires back at Jensen.

“Yeah, well, somebody wouldn’t die fast enough.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Misha says.

Jensen glares at him. Misha glares back.

“Jesus, get a room,” Jared complains.

Jensen and Misha share a look.

“Speaking of sleeping arrangements,” Jared continues. “Jackles, I know how much you need your beauty sleep so you can have a bed. Obviously Misha’s paying for this place so he should get the master. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

“There’s a couch,” Misha offers.

“We could also bunk up. That’s a king-sized bed in Misha’s room,” Jensen says flippantly. “I don’t...mind sharing a bed as long as the other person stays far, far away from me.” He pointedly looks at Misha.

“No, I’d rather just sleep on the floor,” Jared argues. “I’m not gonna make y’all sleep together.” He giggles as Jensen leans forward and punches him in the arm.

Misha cracks open a beer and downs half of it.

“Alright, so I’ll take the tiny room I guess,” Jensen says bitterly. “There isn’t room on the floor, so I guess Jared’s with you, Mish.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Misha replies coolly.

“Great! I’m gonna go take a bunch of NyQuil and knock myself out,” Jared says as he gets clumsily to his feet. “Y’all staying up all night?”

“Wasn’t it your idea to stay up all night?” Misha asks.

Jared shrugs. “I’m tired. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” He claps Jensen on the shoulder as he shuffles past him into the house.

A second after Jared leaves, Jensen and Misha look at each other. They don’t say anything.

“Four bedrooms,” Jensen eventually says as he swirls his wine in its glass.

“Fuck off.”

Jensen laughs affectionately. “I just can’t believe you wanted us to stay with you so badly that you lied. That’s pretty desperate.”

“Oh, so you’d rather commute four hours in the middle of the night?”

Jensen shakes his head and smiles at Misha. He then tilts his head imploringly and pats his thighs.

With a sigh, Misha sets his beer on the ground and awkwardly climbs onto Jensen’s lap. Jensen immediately grabs him by the hips and pulls him closer so he’s positioned directly over his crotch. Misha presses his hands to the back of the chair on either side of Jensen’s head and leans down for a kiss.

Jensen hums happily and digs his fingers into Misha’s hips. He works his tongue into his mouth and kisses him slowly, the taste of wine potent on his lips.

After a minute, Misha pulls back just enough to whisper, “I wish Jared would come back out and catch us.”

“Why?” Jensen asks before stealing a kiss.

“Then we could share the master together and not feel weird about it.”

“It would definitely still be weird.”

“We’re gonna have to tell him eventually, babe.”

Jensen’s hands loosen their grasp just a bit. “It wouldn’t have been suspicious if you had only invited me here. Just think about it.” He steals another kiss, a wide smile on his face. “We could’ve had the whole—” another kiss, “—place—to—ourselves. All week.” He seals his lips to Misha’s neck and presses his tongue firmly against his skin.

Misha arches his back and sighs into the touch. “You’re hard to argue with when you’re horny.”

“So don’t argue with me.”

“OK. I should’ve told you it was a small fucking house and that there was only room for one of you.”

“That’s better.”

They kiss for a while longer, probably too long judging by the hard press of an erection against Misha’s ass. He can’t help himself and grinds against it, forcing Jensen to relax back against the lawn chair and hold onto Misha’s hips until he decides he’s done. After just 15 minutes, Jensen comes in his pants with a low moan.

“Really?” Misha asks, annoyed.

Jensen opens his eyes and undoes Misha’s fly, pulling his cock out and pumping it lazily. “Sorry.”

“What happens if we go upstairs and Jared sees your come-stained jeans?”

“Dude, I can hear him snoring from here. He’s not waking up for anything.” Jensen rubs his thumb over the tip and Misha gasps.

“I say we wake him up and tell him,” Misha suggests.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Misha asks hopefully.

“No.”

Misha wants to argue, it’s an age-old argument between them, but Jensen picks up the pace and Misha becomes solely focused on coming. He wishes Jensen were still hard beneath him as he moves in his lap, but the hand firmly squeezing his ass is almost as good.

“C’mon, Mish, come for me,” Jensen whispers, and that does it.

Misha shudders as he comes, then he slumps against Jensen and tucks his head under his chin.

Jensen runs his (clean) hand affectionately through his hair. “We should go to bed, baby.”

“We should watch the sunrise first.”

“OK. But then bed.”

They’re kissing again by the time the sun rises, so they nearly miss it coming up over the mountains. It’s a tough battle getting to their feet to go inside, but they manage it after several long minutes. They change into pajamas in the bathroom together and hide their soiled clothes out of sight from Jared. They share one last lingering kiss before wishing each other goodnight and going to their separate rooms.

Jared is snoring incredibly loudly and sniffing through his cold. Misha shoves a pillow over his ears and falls asleep almost instantly.

In the morning, Misha is brushing his teeth in the bathroom when Jensen stumbles in and takes a piss.

“Good morning to you, too,” Misha greets.

Jensen grunts in response.

“Did you hear Jared snoring last night?” Misha asks before spitting into the sink.

“Yeah. Jesus Christ, it was bad.” Jensen crowds Misha at the sink and pushes him out of the way so he can wash his hands. “I mean, I could hear him from down the hall. How the hell did you sleep in the same room with him?”

“I guess I was really goddamn tired. Hey.” Misha grabs Jensen by the back of the neck and pulls him down for a kiss.

Jensen’s hands wrap around Misha’s waist as he pushes him up against the sink.

From downstairs, they hear Jared’s voice say, “Yes, this is Virgil. Yeah, that sounds great. You know, just send the paperwork right over.”

Misha shoves Jensen away as quickly as possible and sprints down the stairs. He finds Jared happily chatting on the landline in the living room, and they fight each other for a minute as he continues having a conversation with someone obviously important on the other line. As soon as Misha gets his hand on the phone, it slips out of both their grasps and crashes into a wine glass.

Misha shouts, “No!” as the glass shatters. He hangs up the phone and glares at Jared.

“Somebody else wants to rent this house I guess,” Jared says casually.

“I fucking hate you,” Misha responds as he puts the phone back in its cradle.

Jared laughs at him. Misha goes over to the coat closet and pulls his laptop out of his backpack. He wants to email Virgil and try to explain some better version of whatever the fuck just happened. As he’s typing, the phone rings again.

He jumps over the couch and dives not for the phone, but the phone cord. In the time it takes him to unplug the damn thing, Jared has hijacked his computer and is happily typing away on it. He stumbles back over to the couch and snatches his laptop away just as Jared is about to post a tweet to Donald Trump telling him how much he loves him.

Despite himself, Misha laughs at the tweet before deleting it.

He tucks his laptop safely under his arm and turns toward the kitchen to find Jensen leaning over the counter, sipping his coffee and watching him.

“A little help back there would’ve been nice,” Misha says bitterly.

Jensen shrugs. “I’m drinking coffee.”

Misha wills himself not to explode. “I’m going to go take a shower. Can you make me a cup? Or an entire pot.”

“Sure thing, babe.”

From the living room, Jared shouts, “Did Jensen just call you ‘babe’?”

“What? No. That would be ridiculous,” Misha replies without missing a beat.

He heads upstairs to take a shower and ignores the sound of voices in the living room. He’ll panic about whatever mayhem Jared’s causing after he’s clean.

When he comes back downstairs, he finds Jared and Jensen sitting on the couch together staring at the TV, transfixed.

And on the TV is hardcore gay porn set in a bathroom stall.

“Um,” he says.

“The owner of this place didn’t lock down the pay-per-view,” Jared explains without taking his eyes away from the screen. “I subscribed to this channel.”

“You mean...the gay porn channel?”

“Yeah,” Jared replies with no humor in his tone.

Misha clears his throat. “Enjoying yourself, Jensen?”

“Yeah, babe, this shit’s great.”

“You just called him ‘babe’ again,” Jared says, finally tearing his eyes away from the gay porn to give Jensen a confused look.

“Did I? Oops.”

“Is my coffee in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, mug on the counter.”

Misha goes to get his coffee and takes several long gulps of it as he tries to drown out the sounds of a twink shouting in ecstasy as his ass is slapped. He jumps when a hand sneaks around his waist.

“You OK?” Jensen asks quietly before pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Yeah. You know, just need to figure out how to unsubscribe from the gay porn channel and somehow explain to Virgil that I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You embarrassed that he might think you’re gay?” Jensen asks sweetly as he rubs a thumb under the hem of Misha’s shirt.

“I’m embarrassed that he might think I don’t know how to use the internet to find porn.”

“Hey, guys!” Jared shouts, and Jensen jumps away from Misha, his hand dropping like it had never been there. “It’s getting to the good part! You don’t want to miss this!”

When Clif comes to pick up Jensen and Jared half an hour later, all three of them are sitting in front of the TV still watching gay porn. The couch is kind of small for three grown men, so Misha is tucked into Jensen’s side and Jensen’s arm is resting over the back of the couch. Jared seems not to notice.

Misha doesn’t have to be at work for another couple of hours, so he spends his entire “morning” (it’s 2 p.m.) trying to unsubscribe from the channel. Apparently Jared ordered a yearlong subscription and created his own username and password that he won’t tell Misha. In the end, Misha gives up and decides he’ll just pay Virgil for the damages.

Jensen and Jared come over again that night.

This time, they go straight to bed after work. After a couple hours of dreamless sleep, the door to Misha’s room cracks open and Jensen whispers, “Mish? You up?”

Misha rolls over and grunts.

Jensen crosses the dark room until he’s standing right next to the bed. “I can’t fucking sleep with Jared snoring like that,” he explains. “Scoot over.”

With a huff, Misha scoots himself to the other side of the bed and relaxes back against Jensen as he crawls in next to him.

“How is being in the same room as Jared’s snoring going to help you?” Misha asks as he rubs Jensen’s arm where it’s wrapped around his waist.

“Can always sleep with you,” Jensen mumbles into his hair, already sounding half asleep.

Misha smiles and squeezes Jensen’s arm. He falls back asleep easily.

The following morning, Misha wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in, but he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed and Jensen is facing away from him. Jared isn’t in the room, which is horrifying. How much did he see? Did he already take pictures and put them on Twitter?

“Jens. Jensen. Wake up,” Misha fusses as he whacks Jensen with a pillow.

Jensen wakes with a snort. “What?”

“Jared’s gone.”

“So? Oh.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “Shit.”

When they come downstairs five minutes later, they find Jared scrolling through his phone and drinking coffee.

“Hey, Jared,” Jensen greets warily as he grabs two mugs out of a cabinet.

“Hey. Why’d you come in our room last night?” Jared replies.

“Uh, to see why you were snoring so fucking loud.”

“And you just...stayed?”

“Sometimes when Jensen can’t sleep, he comes to my bed and I soothe him to rest,” Misha says as he takes a seat across from Jared.

Jensen gives Misha a bored look.

“That’s gay, dude,” Jared says, his attention already back on his phone.

Misha opens his mouth to speak, but Jensen shakes his head at him. Alright, so they haven’t been found out. No need to reveal everything now.

It will never not baffle Misha the amount of shit he and Jensen get away with right under Jared’s nose.

*************

They’re in Rome.

Misha has just crashed Jensen and Jared’s panel, and Jensen has just given Misha a silent sign that Jared is high as a kite.

When Jared starts in on the rented house story, Misha takes a drink and tries not to panic.

Jared keeps making comments that are heavy with innuendo, punctuating them with “I want to believe,” as if that’ll make things better. Lucky for them all, most of the innuendo is aimed at Jared and Misha sleeping in the same room together. Jensen aids it along by saying he was in his own room down the hall minding his own business. He doesn’t even look at Misha a single time while they tell the story.

When they get to the part with the gay porn, Misha and Jensen both try to cut it off. Jensen looks like he’s itching to leave the stage, which Misha doesn’t blame him for. At any moment Jared could begin talking about the second night and how he found Jensen and Misha in bed together the next morning, and that’s just what they need.

But soon enough Jensen and Jared are leaving the stage without even a second glance at Misha, and he’s able to move on with his own panel with no damage done.

He thinks he’s in the clear until he runs into a tipsy Jensen in the green room a few hours later.

“We’re lucky Jared and I slept in a room together,” Misha says quietly as they sit together on one of the couches.

“Why’s that?” Jensen asks as he knocks back a full tumbler of scotch.

Misha laughs. This is embarrassing to discuss. “Nobody cares about me and Jared. If you and Jared had slept in a room together, that would’ve been chaos. And if you and I had slept in a room together, that would’ve been chaos.”

“What?”

“You know, how people think...either you and Jared are together, or you and I are together.”

Jensen looks like he’s thinking really hard. “But nobody thinks you and Jared are together.”

“Right.”

Jensen shakes his head and laughs. “I think we could’ve told everyone we were fucking, and nobody would’ve cared after Jared revealed you were back next season.”

“Oh, that reminds me. He owes me 50 bucks.”

At Jensen’s confused expression, Misha continues, “We had a bet at how long it would take him to fuck up and tell everybody that I’m back next season. I guessed less than 20 minutes, he guessed more than 20 minutes.”

“So, he had a much bigger window of availability than you.”

“Yeah, 20 minutes versus all the rest of the time in the world. And he still lost.”

At that moment, Jared comes in and says loudly, “Hey, it wasn’t weird for us to talk about sleeping in the same house together, right? Y’all were looking at me like it was weird.”

Jensen and Misha look at each other.

“No, it wasn’t weird,” Misha answers. “Although, uh, in the future we might want to discuss what’s appropriate to reveal and not reveal to fans.”

“Mish,” Jensen warns.

“What? I don’t want to say anything suspicious.”

“What’s an example of something suspicious?” Jared asks seriously.

Jensen and Misha look at each other again.

“OK, seriously, what’s going on?” Jared asks, panicked now. “Did I do something wrong? Oh! I didn’t mention that I caught y’all sleeping together. But what does that matter? It’s not like you were actually—”

He cuts himself off and looks back and forth between the two of them, as if just now noticing that their legs are pressed together and Jensen’s arm is resting on the top of the couch right near Misha’s shoulders.

“Oh my god. You weren’t calling him ‘babe’ as a joke.”

#rps for ts #cockles text #cockles fics #jibcon #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i know this is gonna get lost in all the jibcon mania today but whatever!#my cockles fics #tf

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Surprise Visit (Part 2)

Word Count: 3811

Summary: The reader goes into heat and all of her mates want some of her.

https://tinishiante.tumblr.com/post/158143385504/surprise-visit

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You wake up to an empty bed. You jerk up thinking what happened was a dream, but the ache between your legs told you it wasn’t. But that brings up a question: Where are your mates? You look around for a note, but there isn’t one. You start to feel a little irritated and alone because they didn’t tell you they were leaving. But before those feelings got too strong, Jared walks in.

“Hey, you’re awake. You okay?” Jared asks.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” You reply.

Jared scoops you into his arms and holds you. He kisses you softly then buries his head in your neck.

“’M sorry. Should have waited until you woke up to go to the bathroom,” Jared explains.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. Where are Jensen and Misha?” You ask.

“They went to get some food, among other things.” Jared answers.

“Okay.”

You say as you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jared puts you on the bed, lays down, and puts you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat again while Jared just holds you.

“I missed you, Y/N. I love you so much. You are so good for your mates and Alpha.” Jared praises, lovingly.

“I missed you too, Jared. I love you so much. You are an amazing Omega for your mates and Alpha, as well.” You reply. You fall back to sleep on Jared’s chest, to the sound of his heartbeat.

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“Jared, is Y/N awake?” Jensen sends through the bond to Jared.

“She was, but she just fell back asleep. Are you almost back?” Jared answers, looking down at your sleeping face.

“No. I will let you know when we are a couple of minutes out. You can wake her up then. Okay?” Jensen responds looking for Misha, finding him surrounded by fans.

“Okay, Alpha.”

Jensen laughs through the bond so he isn’t noticed, but still chuckles on the outside.

“What is so funny?” Jared asks, smiling.

“Misha was recognized and is surrounded by fans.” Jensen says, still laughing.

“Hey guys, guess what? Jensen is just around that corner!” Misha tells the fans.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Why Misha?! Why?! You are such an asshole! You’ll pay for this!” Jensen yells at Misha and Jared.

Misha is cracking up.

“What happened?” Jared asks.

“I- haha- I told the fans- hahahaha- that Jensen is around the corner,” Misha explains still laughing, “Dude! They are so loud! *Laughs* One of them just said ‘Holy Zachary Quinto’s eyebrows! It is him! My ovaries are dying! I need Jesus blood!’ Oh my god!”

Jared laughs, cracking up. Even Jensen is cracking up because of what that girl just said. Misha cracks up even more.

“What happened now, Misha?” Jared asks.

“A guy just walked past me and said, ‘Holy shit! You’re even more good looking in person! My boyfriend and I fangirl over you all the time! Can I PLEASE have a picture?!’ I take the picture with him and he thanks me. He moves on, sees the swarm of girls, looks to see what the commotion is about, sees Jensen, *laughs* and literally collapses on the ground, saying, ‘Oh my god!’ I am dying of laughter right now.” Misha explains laughing.

Jared cracks up, surprised you haven’t woken up.

“Oh my god! The guy’s boyfriend just walked up, saw his boyfriend on the ground, gasped, saw me, screamed, looked at the girls, saw Jensen, screamed AGAIN, and collapses on his boyfriend!” Misha explains, “Now the register guy is looking at all of us like we are insane. His face is priceless.”

Jared can barely breathe, he is laughing so hard.

“The register guy just asked me, 'Are you and him from that show “Supernatural”?’ I nod yes. He told me his daughter obsesses over us and asks for a photo and autograph. I take the photo with him and give him the autograph. He then backs up, asks me to go where I was and get in the position I was in, and then takes a picture of the whole scene. I give him my number so he can send it to me. The couple is still on the ground. Hey, the fans are dispersing.“

Jensen finally sees the couple on the ground, tilts his head, points at them, and asks Misha, “When did this happen?”

“A couple of minutes ago.”

“Is that because of us or do we need to call 911?”

“It’s because of us. Don’t know if we have to call 911 or not.”

The boys get up. Mark, the one from before, asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph while his boyfriend, Chris, asks Misha for a picture and an autograph. Then the register guy asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph for his daughter, Kaylee.

“I hate you, Misha.”

“I loveth you, Jensen.” Misha goes over to Jensen and hugs him.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Let’s buy our stuff and go.”

They buy the food and leave.

“Jared, go ahead and wake Y/N.”

“Okay.”

Jared nudges your shoulder.

“Y/N, wake up. Wake up. Babe.”

You moan, “Nooooo. I don’t wanna. I wanna sleep.”

“C'mon wake up. Alpha and Misha are going to be here soon.”

“Then they can sleep with us.”

“They are bringing food.”

Your eyes snap open.

“I’m up.”

Jared laughs, “Wow! Just wow, Y/N! You don’t wake up for Misha. Not for Alpha. You wake up for food!”

“That is because food is life.”

“Well, it does keep you alive…”

“Shut up!” You say, smacking his chest.

Jared holds his chest, feigning hurt. “Ow! No hitting!”

“Who’s hitting who and for what reason?” Jensen says, walking in.

“Y/N hit me for no reason!” Jared says, pointing at you while pouting.

“Nuh uh! Liar liar, pants on fire! He was being obnoxious!” You argue.

“I was not!”

“Yeah you were!”

“No! I was giving a statement!”

“An obnoxious statement!”

“You started it! You made me say it!”

“I didn’t make you say anything! I can’t make you say anything! You said it out of your own volition!”

“Nice word.” Misha compliments.

“Shut up, Misha!” Jared says.

“Alright! That’s enough. Y/N, no hitting,” Jensen reprimands. Jared looks triumphant.

“That goes for all of you.” Jensen adds, once he sees Jared’s face.

You stick out your tongue at Jared. He does it back.

“Guys! Really?! What did I just say?!” Jensen says, surprised that you two are misbehaving.

“We aren’t arguing or hitting.” You argue, still looking at Jared.

“It doesn’t matter! Don’t talk back! You know what I meant! Just stop! Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Jensen reprimands. You both look at him with your eyes cast downward. “Stop fighting, okay? I don’t care if it is playful or real, don’t do it! Got it?” Jensen says, gruffly, adding a growl to his voice so you both know he is serious.

“Yes, Alpha.” You and Jared say in unison, looking down.

“Okay. Jared, say sorry to Misha.” Jensen orders.

“I’m sorry, Misha. I was caught up in the moment.” Jared apologizes.

“I forgive you. I know that you didn’t mean it.” Misha replies.

“Thank you. Now, do I have to really get that through your heads or are you both going to stop?” Jensen asks, giving you both the look that says, “you might want to say yes so I don’t have to punish you.” Though you all acted scared because of that look, you all secretly loved it.

“No, Alpha. We’ll stop.”

“Okay, come here.”

You and Jared sit up and hug Jensen. You three pull apart to the sound of Misha, chuckling.

“What’s so funny, Misha?” Jensen asks.

“Nothing. I’m just happy because I am not the one being reprimanded,” Misha explains, chuckling.

“Really, Misha? Really? Whatever. Let’s go eat.” Jensen says, rolling his eyes. Jensen gets up and leaves the room with Misha. You are about to follow them when Jared swoops you into his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jared.” You say as you nuzzle into his neck. He walks you both into the dining room, sits down with you on his lap, and starts to get his food when Jensen calls his name.

“Yes?”

“You know that if Y/N is going to sit on someone’s lap during meals, it’s going to be mine.”

“Sorry, Alpha.” Jared apologizes, lifting you off his lap and putting you in a chair.

“It’s okay. Y/N, do you want to stay there or sit on my lap?” Jensen asks you.

“I’ll stay here.”

You all eat your food in silence. Right after you finish your food, you suddenly double over in pain, holding your stomach, with a yelp. Jensen, Jared, and Misha rush over to you with concerned eyes.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Jared asks, frantically.

Jensen sniffs the air and immediately moans. “God, you smell good. She’s in heat. It’s a really strong one. *sniffs* Oh fuck.”

Jensen picks you up and puts his nose in your neck.

“Y/N, you, Jared, and Misha are going to be the death of me.”

“Please, Alpha. Jensen. I need you. I need your knot.” You moan and whimper.

“I got you, Y/N. I got you,” Jensen reassures, walking to your room, “Jared, Misha. Clean up then join us.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jared and Misha say starting to clean up, wishing they could be with you and smell your sweet scent.

Jensen sits you on the bed, takes off your shirt and bra, and stands up.

“Alpha.” You whimper, reaching out for him.

“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Stand up, my beautiful Omega.”

You stand up and let Jensen take your pants and underwear off. Jensen makes you sit down then takes off his own clothes. You lie back on the bed and Jensen crawls over you. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You can barely keep up and with the heat wracking your body, you can’t completely focus, so you just take it. Jensen moves down to your neck and moans loudly.

“God, Y/N! I think this will be the one. This heat is so fucking strong and I am going to fuck you so hard, keep you full with my cum. Breed you so much, your body will have no choice to get pregnant. You want to carry my pups, don’t you, Y/N? You want to be a good Omega?”

“Yes! I want to carry your pups, Alpha! I never want to be empty. Wanna be full with your pups all the time.” You moan.

“Yes you do.”

Jensen moves down to your breasts.

“You want your breasts to swell so you can feed my pups? Be so full with milk, you’ll leak all of the time? Have so much you can feed Jared and Misha? Maybe even me?” Jensen asks, sucking on your nipples. “Can’t wait for it.”

You moan loudly, “Yes! I wanna feed your pups! And Jared and Misha! And you! Oh!” You answer, imagining you with your stomach and breasts swollen, with Jared and Misha sucking on your nipples while Jensen is behind you holding onto your stomach.

Jensen moves down to your stomach and kisses it, rubs it, and licks it.

“I can’t wait for you to be swollen with my pups.” Jensen says kissing your stomach.

He moves down and smells you. You are soaking wet, dripping slick.

“Y/N, you are so wet for me. You want me to lick you and suck on your clit.? Jensen asks, kissing your thighs.

You hum yes.

"I didn’t hear you say yes.”

“Yes! Please, Alpha. Lick me.”

“There’s the answer I was looking for.” Jensen says before licking you slowly. You gasp. He pushes his tongue in you. He takes his left hand and touches your hole.

“Oh! Jensen! More! Please more, Alpha!”

He massages your hole with one hand while the other moves up and rubs your clit.

“FUCK!! ALPHA!!” You scream as you cum.

Jensen shoves two fingers in your hole, then puts another in while you are cumming. It makes you cum longer. He moves up your body again, kisses you, and positions himself. Before he can push into you, Jared and Misha come in. They both gasp and groan. The whole room smells like heat and sex.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” Jensen orders gruffly.

They do what he said. Jensen pushes into you, not stopping but going slow so you can feel yourself stretch around him. Jensen loves doing that to you, and frankly, so do you. You both groan when he bottoms out.

“Y/N, you feel so good,” Jensen groans into your neck, “Fuck. I forgot how good you smelled. I could come just from your smell.”

“Please! Alpha! Move please!”

Jensen starts thrusting slow at first. He quickly speeds up like he did last night. Jared gets on your right side and sucks on your nipple while Misha does the same to your other one.

“OH! Yes! Please! More! Ohhhh! I’m gonna cum!” You shout.

“I’m right there with you. You take me so well, Y/N. Cum with me, Y/N. OH GOD!”

Misha started sucking on Jensen’s nipple. Jared notices and sucks on Jensen"s other nipple.

“Oh! Jared! Misha! Y/N! Cum! Now! AGHHHH!! Y/N!!!!” Jensen screams as he cums, hard.

“Fuck!! JENSEN!! ALPHA!!!!AGHHHH!!!!” You scream as you scream just as loud and cum just as hard.

Misha and Jared shout each other’s name as they cum. Jensen falls on top of you again, hoping it’s okay since you were okay with it last time. The room is filled with sounds of all of your deep breaths.

“How long until her next phase, Alpha?” Jared asks.

“Probably 2-3 hours. This is a really strong heat,” Jensen answers, “Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Just curious? Really?” Jensen asked, knowing what Jared was getting at.

“Yeah. Why do you seem so surprised, Alpha?” Jared answered, feigning innocent.

“I can see what you are trying to ask, Jared. I know you. I know Misha is curious, too.” Jensen says.

“Well, since you know. Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, please, please, Alpha.” Jared begs.

“You know how it works. Rock, Paper, Scissors, you two.” Jensen orders.

Jared and Misha do Rock, Paper, Scissors and Jared wins.

“Yes!” Jared exclaims and his eyes immediately turn to predatory.

“Woah, Jared. Hold up. You gotta wait for her next phase. And be quiet. Y/N’s sleeping.” Jensen reminds, chuckling over how eager Jared is.

“Ok.”

Misha looks sad and is very quiet.

“Misha, you okay? Jared asks.

"Yeah.”

“How about this, Y/N rides me, Jared fucks her from behind, and you get to fuck Jared?” Jensen suggests, pointing to Misha.

Misha lights up. “Yes please, Alpha.”

“I’m fine with it.” Jared agrees.

“Ok. It is going to have to happen quickly, so here’s how it is going to go. 30-15 minutes before her next phase, Misha start stretching Jared and I’ll stretch Y/N for Jared. Ok?” Jensen explains. Jared’s face falls.

“Ok, Alpha.” Misha agrees.

“What’s wrong, Jared?” Jensen asks, “You want to stretch Y/N, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. When the time comes, you can stretch her.”

Jared gasps, “Really?! Yes! Thank you, Alpha.” Jared thanks in a hushed tone.

“You’re welcome. I know you love doing it. Ok, let’s get some rest. I’ll wake you when we need to wake up.” Jensen says, yawning halfway through it.

“I’ll do it, Alpha.” Misha says.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Jensen lays his head down and as soon as his head touches your chest, he falls asleep. Jared and Misha chuckle.

“Get some sleep, Jared. You’re gonna need it.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.”

Jared takes about 5 minutes then falls asleep.

~~One hour and 35 minutes later~~

“Jensen. Alpha. Wake up. Wake up. It’s time for you to wake up.” Misha says, nudging Jensen.

“What? What?! Huh? Oh, I’m up. Thank you, Misha. How much time do we have?” Jensen says, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“You’re welcome. 20 minutes if the time you said was correct.”

“Ok. Jared. Jared, wake up.” Jensen says, nudging Jared. Jared isn’t budging.

“I’ll wake him up.” Misha says with a smug smile. He grabs Jared’s cock and strokes it. Jared moans but doesn’t completely wake up. Misha moves his hand down and rubs Jared’s hole. Jared jerks up and moans.

“Oh! More.” Jared says.

“Wake up now or I’ll be stretching Y/N.” Jensen threatens.

“I’m up. I’m up.” Jared says rubbing his eyes.

“Here.” Misha says, handing Jared a tube of lube.

“Thanks. Oh!” Misha moans as Misha pushes a finger into him.

Jared opens the lube, squeezes some lube onto his fingers, and pushes one into you.

“God, she’s tight,” Jared moans, wanting to be in you so bad, “Ah! Misha!”

Jared crooks his finger up and you squirm.

“Don’t. Don’t actually pleasure her. Just stretch her.” Jensen orders, breathily because Jared’s hand is rubbing his cock that is still in you. Jared puts another finger in you and quickly adds another.

“Misha!” Jared moans and jerks his hand. You squirm and whimper in pleasure.

“Jared! Do you need me to do it?” Jensen asked.

“No! I got it!”

“Jared. It isn’t a punishment. I am genuinely asking you. Do you need me to do it?”

“If I do something again, you can take over. Ok?”

“Ok. Misha, don’t completely pleasure Jared. Ok?” Jensen orders.

“Ok.”

Jared adds another finger.

“Fist her.” Jensen orders.

“Ok.” Jared says. He turns his hand vertically and then adds his thumb. He makes his hand into a fist. “Oh my god! She is so tight.”

“Stretch her more. I don’t want her to be in pain but need it when her phase starts.” Jensen orders.

“Ok. Oh!” Jared moans because Misha put a fourth finger in him.

“You good?” Jensen asks, “Need me to take over?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Ok. Is she ready? We got 5 minutes or less.”

“She’s good.”

“Misha, is Jared good?”

“He’s always good but yes he is.” Misha answers.

“Ok. When I said '5 minutes or less’, I definitely meant less. Her scent is getting stronger. Oh god!” Jensen informs, smelling your neck. His cock immediately going hard as a rock, ready to give you what you need. Jensen pulls out of you. You immediately wake up, reaching for him.

“Alpha! Please.” You beg, whimpering, needing him in you.

“I got you. Hold on. We got a surprise for you.” Jensen reassures you. He gets on his back, lifts you on top of him, and positions you above his cock.

“You ready, Y/N?” Jensen asks.

“Yes!” You moan.

“Are you two ready?” Jensen asks.

“Yes, Alpha.” Jared and Misha reply.

“Ok. Let’s give our beautiful Omega her surprise.” Jensen says. He lowers you down onto his cock. You both groan as he bottoms out.

“Fuck. You’re still so tight. Jared, now.”

Jared brings your legs up and over his shoulders before he positions his huge, lubed up cock at your entrance and pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust.

“Ohhh,” You moan. Even after having his entire fist in your ass, you still stretch around him. “Yes, Jared. Oh god.”

“Oh god. Y/N! You are so fucking tight.” Jared moans. Jared suddenly gasps and you wonder why until you see Misha. You can tell he is pushing into Jared from where he is and the look on both of their faces. Jared and Misha moan loudly.

“You liking your surprise yet, Y/N?” Jensen asks with a smug smile on his face.

“Yes. I love it. So full, Alpha,” You moan.

“You’ll be fuller soon. With our cum. Then we’ll fuck more and put even more cum in you. You’ll be so full of cum that your belly will swell. But that swell will be not even comparable to the ones to come when you are full of my pups. You want that, don’t you Y/N?”

“Yes! I want to be full of your pups, Alpha. I want your cum! Please move!”

Misha pulls out of Jared while Jensen lifts you up and Jared pulls out. They push back in and down.

“Ah! Oh my god!” You cry out.

“Fuck! Yes! More Misha! Y/N!” Jared yells out.

They repeat the motion over and over again. You can’t do anything but take it so you let Jensen take your weight. Jared and Jensen bury their noses in your neck.

“Fuck, you smell so good. My beautiful Omega. You take us so well. How does it feel?” Jensen praises, moaning.

“So good, Alpha. I feel so full. Please, I want more. Oh god! Don’t stop. I want your knot, Alpha. Please! Claim me! Breed me!”

“I’ll give you my knot. Oh fuck. I’m not gonna last!” Jensen moans.

“Me neither.” Jared moans. Between your hot, wet heat and the long, thick cock in his ass, he doesn’t stand a chance. He can’t stop moaning. “Ah! FUCK!” Misha hit his prostate. Misha hits it on every thrust.

“Don’t you dare cum, Jared! We all cum together.” Jensen says through his teeth.

“Don’t do that, Alpha. Let it out. We want to hear you.” Jared orders.

“Ahh! FUCK! Oh god! Y/N! Ah!” Jensen moans. You can barely hear yourself think. Not that that matters considering you can’t really think about anything. You are so close. Both Jensen and Jared can sense that you are close from the way you are squeezing around them. “Misha!”

“I’m right there with you! Ugh! Jared!” Misha answers, knowing what Jensen was going to say.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh god! Cum! Now!” Jensen moans.

All of you yell as you cum. All of you can’t stop moaning and groaning and panting. Misha lifts Jared out of you and puts him on the bed. The room is full of all of your pants.

“Misha, you know what you gotta do,” Jensen says, breathlessly.

“Ughh,” Misha groans as he pulls out of Jared and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you all up with. He cleans all of you up, takes the washcloth into the bathroom, and comes back to lay down. You whimper as Jensen moves a little as it makes his knot move inside you.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry. Go to sleep, my beautiful Omega. You need the rest,” Jensen says lovingly to you. You start to fall asleep to the safe sound of his heartbeat. “Come here, you two.”

Jared scoots closer to Jensen so he can lay his head on his chest and Misha spoons Jared.

“Goodnight, my Omegas. I love you.”

“We love you too, Alpha,” You all murmur in a half-asleep state. All of you fall asleep feeling safe, loved, and not alone.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long writing this! I couldn’t get in a writing mood and I had a lot of stuff to do but don’t be sad! It is here now! Let me know if you want me to write something!

@teamfreewill-imagine Can you please read this and the first one and give me some pointers, pretty please

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