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Summary: Dean is stressed, you’re frustrated and you’re both stuck inside Baby together. Can Dean teach you a thing or two.
Warnings: male receiving oral, dirty talk, language, pet names, fingering, squirting, virgin reader
Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only. I have this idea for a mini series and this is the first fan fiction in it. Hope you enjoy !
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Dean had been stressed all week over this stupid case. Nothing seems to be adding up, the more digging you do, the more questions you end up having.
Sam was left in the motel room to comb through more lore as you and Dean ventured out to find some decent food. The plan was to call Bobby and see if he could help point you guys in the right direction.
If not, more research was in store.
You’re praying to whatever bullshit god is out there that between the three of you, you figure out what this creature is sooner rather than later. Sam and Dean have started to get on each others last nerve and not only has it started to annoy you also, but you know they are gonna kill each other if this keeps up.
In the front seat of the impala you’re listening to Dean basically talk to himself under his breath. Cussing out Sammy, trying to piece together this mystery, even heard him promise himself that he’s going to go find someone to fuck nice and hard to relieve some of his stress.
That got your attention. Your body responding to his words instantly as the start of your arousal creeps in. The more he mumbles under his breath about needing to cum, or wanting to bed someone over the hood of the impala, or hearing how he wants to sink his cock into a wet, hot mouth has your thighs squeezing together and your virgin pussy clench around nothing.
The older Winchester has always been attractive in your eyes. Rough and rugged, sharp jaw line, piercing green eyes that feel like they’re peering into your soul.
You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought about him in the dark of night, laying in bed with your fingers dancing across your clit just begging for a release.
Sadly, you know that fantasy will never come true. You’re like his little sister. Best friend even. He trusts you with his darkest secrets and protects you at all costs. If it wasn’t for Dean you probably wouldn’t be a virgin. He doesn’t let anyone close enough to try these days.
Does he know you’re a virgin? No.
You shift in the seat, trying to find someone relief from the building fire within your core. As the night rushes past the windows, you begin to imagine what being on your knees in front of Dean would feel like. How those gorgeous emerald eyes would be looking down at you, blown wide with desire as you wrap your lips around his thick, hard cock. Wondering how wet his could make you with the little noises you’d pull from him as you choke on his length.
Fuck you’re practically dripping all over his leather seats right now. Maybe you should have remembered underwear under this mini skirt.
You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear Deans voice, “you okay sweetheart?”
Snapping your head towards him, you see that he’s pulled over into what looks like an abandoned gas station on the side of the road.
When the hell did we stop?
“Yeah, I’m all good Dean.” Hopefully he doesn’t see the blush warming your cheeks.
Something predatory flashes in his irises when you lightly squeeze your thighs together again. You didn’t mean to, but the more he looks you up and down, the more your pussy is drooling for the man.
Fuck you need to get back to the motel and look yourself in the bathroom.
No words are exchanged as he slowly moves his large hand to rest on your upper thigh. Gripping tight enough to entice a whimper from you, he smirks as he lazily drags you closer to him in the seat.
“You sure about that, your body seems to be telling me something different.”
Leaning towards you, he searches for any sign that you don’t want this. He’s own fantasy pushing him forward when he finds no resistance from you. Soft, pillowy lips connect with yours in a heated kiss. You take your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly earning yourself a deep groan that you swallow down.
You have to tell him.
When breathing is needed you both break away from each other. Foreheads resting on each other. Closing your eyes you confess your darkest secret to the man of your dreams, praying he won’t be scared off.
“Dean…”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“I’m… I’m a virgin.”
His hand resting on your thigh gentle squeezes as he shuts his eyes and groans. Nothing has sounded more sexy than those three little words to him.
“Okay, you want this?”
“Yeah I do.”
“Going to be a good girl and listen to me?”
He pulls back as he watches you, studying your responses. All you can do is nod, because you find him calling you a good girl so damn hot.
“I’m a big guy y/n,” a whimper escapes your lips that makes him smirk, “we’re going to have to prepare you good and slow to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
“Okay…”
“Good girl.” He releases your thigh and your face is painted in confusion. Laughing he fires Baby back up and merges back onto the dark highway.
“Take your skirt off for me and leaning against the door. Put your leg over the back of the seat. Want to see how wet you are for me baby.”
Something inside you snaps. Between your arousal and crush on the man beside you, your body betrays you as it responds and listens to Deans demands.
Slowly you slide your skirt down your tan legs, throwing it somewhere into the backseat. Leaning against the door of the impala, you spread your bare pussy for Dean to see.
Groaning he licks his lips when he sees you have no panties on and are glistening for him and only him.
Slowly he moves a hand off the steering wheel, the touch is light at first. Just rubbing the wetness all around your outer lips as he drives down the road. You can hear his breath hitch, “this all for me sweetheart?”
You can’t answer, too turned on by his touch, all you can do is nod as you let out another whimper for him.
“Mmm… good girl.” Skillfully Dean finds your clit in the dark, “you touch yourself thinking about me baby girl?”
“Yes…”
“Make yourself cum thinking of how my cock would split this tiny pussy open?”
“Oh god…”
As quick as his hand was on you, it’s gone. You whine at the lack of touch making him chuckle, “touch yourself for me y/n, show me what you do when you’re thinking about me.”
Your brain short circuits with his request. You never thought you’d be doing this with Dean fucking Winchester.
Getting food for the three of you has been forgotten as he watched you pleasure yourself while he drives his Baby down the deserted highway.
Wet, squelching noises and laboured breath from both you and Dean fills the car as he speeds down the highway. Deans eyes are focused on your fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt, occasionally making sure he’s in his lane.
“Faster baby, make your pussy drool for me.” He’s palm rubs against his rock hard cock trapped inside his jeans, begging for attention. You move your hand faster and deeper, finding that special spot inside your trembling walls that makes you sing his name as your y/e/c roll in the back of your head.
“That’s it baby girl, look at you all fucked out while I watch…” his words push you to edge, a couple more thrusts of your hand and Deans large hand pulls yours away, “nah sweetheart, your going to cum on my fingers.” That’s all the warning you get before two thick fingers plunge straight into your well used pussy stretching you wider than you’ve ever experienced. Two deep thrusts and he has you screaming his name as you squeeze the life out of his fingers trying to push them out.
Dean watches the cum squirt out of your cunt and down his arm onto his leather seats, “damn baby, did you just squirt for me?”
You don’t responded because he is still moving those glorious fingers inside you, massaging that spot that makes you see starts just right. You feel another one building fast as he keeps going, “fuck that’s hot, going to have fun playing with my new toy.”
You’re about to cum again when you feel him remove his hand and Baby slow to a stop. Whimpering in frustration Dean chuckles at you as he exists the impala, leaning in and dragging you to the edge of the seat.
“On your knees y/n.”
Sinking down to the ground you obey without question, reaching up to start undoing his jeans. You fumble with his button, looking up as you push his jeans and boxers down just enough to release his cock. A dangerous look crosses Deans features as he stares at you on your knees in front of him begging to be fucked senseless.
Your y/e/c eyes widen when you take in his length and girth, “think you can handle what you just released sweetheart?”
Meeting his gaze, “I don’t know.”
Taking his dick by the base he slaps it against your cheek, rubbing the pre cum leaking out of his angry cock all over your lips before you open up allowing him to slip inside your warm, waiting mouth. A groan leaves his sinful lips as he shuts his eyes at the feeling.
Slowly you begin bobbing down his length. Deans hand lays on the back of your head helping guide you. “Come on baby, you can take more. Relax your throat for me.”
You gag when his large cock head touches the back of your throat, you go to pull back but he stops you, keeping you choking on his dick, “relax baby, let me in. You can take it y/n.”
Tears falls from your eyes as you struggle to take him deeper. Finally he feels your throat relax and pushes forward. Slowly filling your throat until your nose pushes against the soft brown curls framing the beautiful monster invading you. “Fuck… look at that.” His hand traces the bulge in your throat as you stare up at him with hooded eyes.
“You ready baby girl?”
You moan your response and grip onto the back of his thighs just as he pulls out and pushes back in. After a couple slow thrusts Dean begins to speed up his pace. Within seconds he’s fucking your throat raw with his head thrown back enjoying the feel of your throat squeezing him tight.
Dean knows he isn’t going to last long like this and he needs to watch you cum again before he floods your mouth, “touch your virgin pussy for me. I need to see you make a mess all over the ground while you choke on my cock.”
Listening immediately you push two fingers inside your velvet walls. It doesn’t take you long to get to the edge again, Dean watched as he keeps the rhythm deep in your throat, “cum y/n, make a mess for me… fuck this is so hot.”
How words push you over that edge. Hot cum comes squirting out of your cunt and onto the ground below you. Two more deep pushes and you feel his dick twitch before saltiness invade your mouth and throat.
Fuck, without even needing your fingers your pussy squirts again from the feeling of him unloading inside you. Dean sees it and groans your name as the last few spurts land on your tongue before he gentle pulls out of your mouth completely.
Your whole body is trembling when he pulls you to your feet. Hands sprawled on your hips to keep you steady, backing you against the impala before bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Licking into your mouth and he brings one hand around to gently rub your puffy pussy making you moan into the kiss as he chuckles.
Forehead against yours he looks deep into your y/e/c irises moving his hand across your clit repeatedly until your squirting yet again, making his hand a fucking mess.
“Fuck I’ll never get tired of that,” he brings his fingers to your mouth and watches you suck your juices off for him, “your mine now y/n, this tiny virgin pussy is about to be ruined for any other man.”
Kissing you sweetly this time, “say it sweetheart.”
“I’m yours Dean.”
“That’s right,” spinning you around he smacks your ass as he pushes you back into the car, “don’t tap out on me yet, I’m going to play with this leaking cunt all the way back to the motel, then I’m going to watch as my big fat dick splits you in two as your scream my name.”
And fuck if your cunt doesn’t clench for him to see as your ass is in the air as you crawl to the passenger side, “oh kitten, looks like your pussy likes that idea. Stay just like that. I’m going to have some fun.”
Pairings; Sugar Daddy!Jensen Ackles x Sugar Baby!reader
Genre; romantic erotica, contemporary romance
Warnings; explicit sexual content, power imbalance, light dominaance/submissive themes, age gap, public attention/tabloid/media themes, materialism/luxury kink elements
Summary: Jensen likes to spoil his girlfriend rotten.
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“Another gift?” you ask, voice drenched in disbelief as you stare at the black velvet box perched on your hotel room’s vanity.
Jensen doesn’t even look up from the couch where he’s sprawled, boots kicked off, drink in hand, legs spread like he owns the world—and you. “Not a gift. A reward.”
“For what?” you scoff, flipping the box open. A diamond choker. Delicate, obscene, and probably more than your rent. “For letting you hit it raw last night?”
He grins, and it’s downright sinful. “That was my reward.”
You turn, still holding the necklace, heat flickering behind your ribs. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re dripping Dior and wearing my hoodie with no panties. Who’s really winning here?”
Your thighs press together automatically, and he catches it instantly, jaw ticking.
“C’mere,” he rasps, voice rough like whiskey and sin.
You take your time walking over, and he watches every step like a man starving. When you reach him, he tugs you straight onto his lap, his large hands spreading across your bare thighs.
“You like being spoiled, don’t you?” he murmurs against your ear, fingers trailing up until they tease just under the hem of the oversized hoodie. His hoodie.
You hum, playing coy. “I could get used to it.”
He kisses you like he owns the air in your lungs—deep, possessive, slow. One hand slides around your throat, tilting your head just the way he likes, while the other dips between your legs, grinning when he feels how wet you already are.
“All this from a necklace?” he teases.
“No,” you gasp as his fingers slip inside you, his thumb circling with expert precision. “From you.”
“That’s my good girl,” he growls. “Now ride me like the spoiled little thing you are. Let the whole damn world know who’s taking care of you.”
You do.
And if the neighbors hear you scream his name when he wraps that diamond choker around your neck, tightening it just enough to make your toes curl?
Summary: Jensen froze—biggest age gap crush? Jared smirked, already knowing the answer. Because Jensen didn’t do attachments. But with you? He already had.
-requested-
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language
Word Count: 6341
A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷
The hotel room was quiet, except for the faint hum of traffic outside and the soft rustling of sheets behind you. Stepping out of the bathroom, steam curled around you as the cooler air of the room brushed against your damp skin. The towel wrapped tightly around your body felt like the only barrier between you and the weight of his gaze.
Jensen was lying on the bed, one arm tucked lazily behind his head, the other resting against his bare stomach. The soft morning light cast shadows over his toned chest, highlighting the ridges of muscle beneath his skin. His green eyes, sharp and amused, traced you slowly—like he had all the time in the world.
A smirk tugged at his lips. “Well, good morning to me”, he murmured, voice thick with sleep and something else—something that sent a shiver down your spine.
You tightened your grip on the towel, swallowing the warmth creeping up your neck. “Enjoying the view?”, you muttered, trying to sound unaffected.
He chuckled, low and husky, shifting slightly but never breaking his gaze. “Oh, absolutely. Best way to wake up”.
Your stomach twisted at the way he was looking at you—like he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how flustered you were.
You cleared your throat, the towel still clutched tightly in your grasp. "I thought you'd be gone by now", you muttered, eyes flicking toward the digital clock on the nightstand—but the numbers blurred together. You had no idea what time it was.
Jensen’s smirk deepened. "Didn’t have the heart to leave you just yet", he drawled, stretching out like he had no place to be, no convention to rush off to. "Besides, you looked too damn peaceful earlier. Didn’t want to wake you".
You scoffed, rolling your eyes to mask the way your stomach flipped. Peaceful wasn’t the right word. Wrecked, maybe. Spent.
Last night had been… intense. The kind of night that left your body sore in the best possible way, your mind hazy, your legs barely functioning by the time he'd finally let you rest. And now, standing here, the memory of his hands, his mouth, his body pressed against yours—it all came rushing back so vividly you had to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together.
Jensen noticed. Of course, he did. His eyes darkened, amusement flickering beneath them like he was reading every damn thought in your head. "You okay there, sweetheart?". His voice was smooth, teasing.
You huffed, turning toward the dresser for something—anything—to distract yourself. "I don’t even know what time it is", you admitted, your voice quieter this time. "You really should be gone. The convention—".
"Still got time". His voice was lazy, like he didn’t have an entire schedule waiting for him. "And you really think I’d leave without a proper goodbye?".
This—whatever this was—wasn’t supposed to feel so dangerous. The two of you had set the rules from the start. No public outings. No red carpets. No standing in any kind of spotlight.
After all, he had enough attention on him—especially after the divorce. He didn’t need the world picking apart his personal life, and neither did you. It worked this way. Just the two of you, in stolen nights like this.
But mornings like this? Where he stayed longer than he should, watching you like you were the only thing worth his time?
Those were the moments that scared you.
And when Jensen sat up, his bare chest shifting with the movement, his smirk softening into something almost… fond, you knew you were in trouble.
"C´mere", he murmured, patting the space beside him.
You swallowed hard. You should tell him to get dressed, to go. To remind him of the agreement.
But your body had other plans.
And Jensen knew it, too.
You hesitated as you reminded yourself what this was supposed to be. Casual. Private. Simple.
But Jensen made it impossible to keep things simple.
The way he looked at you—like he had all the patience in the world, like he knew you’d give in before you even did—was downright dangerous. You hated that he was right.
Slowly, reluctantly, you moved toward the bed, stopping just short of where he was sitting. His gaze flickered down to your legs, still damp from the shower, before dragging back up to meet your eyes. He reached out, fingers ghosting along the edge of your towel, not tugging—just there—a silent invitation.
"You’re thinking too much", he murmured, voice low, rough from sleep.
You let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking your head. "Maybe because I should be thinking", you shot back, but you didn’t step away.
Jensen’s smirk returned, but there was something softer beneath it. Something more dangerous than the teasing. "Tell me you don’t want me here", he challenged, his hand resting on your hip now, warm and steady. "And I’ll go".
You parted your lips, inhaling as if you were actually about to say the words. You knew he’d keep his word. He always did.
But you didn’t want him to go.
You wanted this—the way his presence wrapped around you, the way his voice sent shivers down your spine, the way his hands on your body made everything else disappear.
That’s what scared you the most.
Jensen tilted his head, waiting. Not pushing, not rushing. Just waiting for you to be honest with yourself.
And you hated that you broke so easily.
Instead of answering, you exhaled shakily and let your knee press onto the mattress beside him, crawling up just enough for him to lean back slightly, welcoming you. His hands slid up your thighs, warm and familiar, but his eyes never left yours.
"That’s what I thought", he murmured, pulling you onto his lap, your towel slipping just enough for his fingers to dip beneath it.
Your stomach clenched. "You’re an ass", you muttered, but there was no bite to it.
Jensen chuckled, his lips grazing your jaw as his grip tightened, anchoring you to him. "Yeah, but you like me anyway".
And you hated that he was right about that, too.
Your breath hitched the moment you felt it—him—hot and hard beneath you, pressed insistently against the thin barrier of your towel. A sharp contrast to the teasing smirk still tugging at his lips, like he wasn’t fully acknowledging just how much you could feel him right now.
But he knew. Of course, he knew.
Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, fingers pressing into the warm, firm muscle beneath your palms. He was still naked, still radiating heat, and the moment your hips shifted—just the slightest bit—the friction sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through you.
Jensen groaned softly, low in his throat, his hands tightening around your thighs. "Shit", he muttered, voice raspier now, thick with something that wasn’t just amusement anymore.
You swallowed hard, pulse thrumming against your skin. "You should be getting ready", you murmured, though your voice lacked conviction, breathless as it was.
Jensen hummed, tilting his head, his lips brushing your jaw, his stubble rough against your sensitive skin. "Mmm. Could say the same for you", he countered, his fingers toying with the edge of your towel. "But here you are. On top of me".
Your stomach flipped, your thighs squeezing instinctively around his waist. He was right there, and your body knew it, heat pooling low in your belly, thighs already aching from the way last night had left you.
His hands slid up, tracing the curves of your waist beneath the towel, moving slow, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. "Y’know", he murmured against your skin, voice dropping lower, rougher, "if you’re really worried about me being late, maybe you shouldn’t be sitting on my dick right now".
A sharp exhale left you, your fingers flexing against his shoulders. "Jensen—".
"What?". His lips ghosted over your neck, fingers finally gripping your hips properly now, rolling you against him just enough to make your breath catch. His cock pressed right where you needed it, even through the towel, and suddenly, your brain short-circuited.
You weren’t sure who moved first—if it was him guiding you, or your own body betraying you—but the moment your hips rocked, the friction made your nerves spark, made heat flood your core.
Jensen groaned again, this time deeper, almost gritted, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. "Yeah", he muttered, breath warm against your ear. "Exactly".
You hated how easily he ruined you. Hated how you didn’t stop, how you didn’t want to stop.
"Fuck you", you breathed, but you were already rolling your hips again, chasing that slow, delicious friction, the warmth pooling between your legs unbearable now.
Jensen laughed, the sound vibrating against your throat. "You already did, sweetheart", he teased, nipping just below your jaw. "And by the way you’re moving? You’re about to do it again".
With a sharp tug, the towel was gone, slipping from your body and pooling somewhere on the sheets beneath you. A rush of cool air ghosted over your skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat burning between your thighs.
Jensen's hands were everywhere—firm, claiming—gripping your waist, sliding down the curve of your back, fingers pressing into your hips like he was anchoring himself. His green eyes darkened as he took you in, his gaze flickering from your lips to the bare expanse of your chest, down to where your bodies were about to connect.
“Fuck baby”, he muttered, his voice thick with something between admiration and desperation. “You’re gonna kill me”.
One hand slid between your bodies, guiding himself to where you were already dripping, already throbbing for him. The swollen head of his cock nudged against your entrance, teasing, pressing, the sensation enough to steal your breath.
Jensen sucked in a sharp inhale. "Fuck—you're still so sensitiv from last night", he groaned, his voice strained now, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist.
Your stomach clenched at his words, your thighs trembling around him. "Maybe if you hadn’t—". You gasped as he pushed in just a little, stretching you open with maddening slowness. "Hadn’t wrecked me so hard, I wouldn't be".
Jensen let out a low, breathy chuckle, but his control was thinning—you could see it in the way his jaw tensed, feel it in the way his fingers flexed against your hips. "Oh, sweetheart", he murmured, his other hand sliding up your side, palming your breast before his fingers curled around the back of your neck, tugging you down. "That was barely me wrecking you".
And with that—he pulled you down onto him, fully, completely, stretching you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside you.
A ragged gasp left your lips, your body clenching around him, adjusting to the sudden, overwhelming fullness.
"Ouw—", you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Jensen groaned, his head falling back against the pillows for a moment, his fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, baby. Look at you”. His voice was wrecked, strained with restraint, with the effort it took for him to not move just yet.
Your breath shuddered, your body trembling at the way he filled you, at how perfectly he stretched you. Every inch of him throbbed inside you, heat coiling at the base of your spine, your thighs quivering where they straddled his hips.
"Jensen", you breathed, barely able to form words, your nails dragging down his chest.
That was all it took.
His fingers flexed against your waist, and then he moved.
A slow, deliberate roll of his hips that sent blinding pleasure spiraling through your core.
You whimpered, your hands flying to his chest for support, but he didn’t stop, didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. He lifted you just enough before pulling you back down, forcing you to take every inch of him, again and again, harder, deeper, until the only thing spilling from your lips were broken, gasping moans.
"Fuck, that’s it", he gritted out, watching the way your body took him, the way your back arched, your mouth parted in pleasure. His grip on your waist tightened as his hips snapped up, meeting you with every downward roll, sending sharp jolts of electricity through your veins.
"You feel so good", he growled, his voice raw, his fingers possessive as they dug into your skin. "So fucking tight. Like you were made for me".
Your head tipped back, pleasure burning through you, your body already starting to tremble. The grinding, the pace, the deep, deep thrusts—it was too much, and not enough all at once.
"Jensen—". His name spilled from your lips like a plea.
He grinned, though it was more of a snarl, his control slipping. "That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name while I ruin you again".
And he did.
Jensen's grip tightened as he slammed up into you, pulling you down to meet each thrust, forcing you to take him deeper, harder, rougher. The stretch was overwhelming, the pleasure devastating, your body reduced to nothing but fire and sensation as he filled you over and over again.
Your fingers clawed at his chest, nails dragging against the firm ridges of muscle, desperate for something—anything—to ground you. But there was nothing to hold onto. Nothing but him.
"Jensen". His name left your lips in a gasping, broken moan, your head tipping back as your body clenched around him.
He groaned, the sound wrecked, his hands sliding from your waist to your thighs, lifting you slightly before slamming you back down onto his cock. "Fuck—just like that", he muttered, his breath coming ragged now, but his pace never slowed. If anything, he was getting rougher.
Pleasure shot up your spine, white-hot and blinding, your nerves on the edge of snapping. Every thrust hit deep, hitting that spot that had your toes curling, your stomach clenching, the coil inside you winding impossibly tight.
Jensen noticed. Of course, he did.
"Shit, you’re close already", he rasped, voice thick with pride, with something dangerously close to obsession as he watched you, completely undone on top of him.
You whimpered in response, your nails digging into his skin, your thighs starting to tremble.
He smirked—dark, satisfied, in control—as he sat up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other gripping your jaw. His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans as he thrust up, sharp and precise, stealing the last bit of composure you had left.
"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?", he murmured against your mouth, his breath hot, teasing. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had you shattering within seconds.
The orgasm slammed into you with a force that left you breathless, your body tensing, then shaking apart, pleasure pulsing through every nerve ending. A strangled cry tore from your throat as you clenched around him, waves of heat rolling through you as he kept fucking you through it, dragging it out, making you feel every second of it.
"That’s it", Jensen groaned, voice gritted, strained, his hands bruising as he held you still, as he thrust up one last time, burying himself deep. A guttural sound tore from his throat as he spilled inside you, his whole body tensing beneath you, pleasure rolling through him in hot, shuddering waves.
For a moment, the world spun, the only thing grounding you was him, his grip on you, his breath ragged against your skin.
Silence settled between you, thick and heavy, the aftermath still buzzing in the air. Jensen didn’t move, still buried inside you, his arms still wrapped around your body like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
And maybe—just maybe—you weren’t either.
But the moment couldn’t last.
He sighed against your neck, pressing the faintest kiss to your damp skin before finally leaning back, his hands gentler now, smoothing over your sides. "If I wasn’t late before", he muttered, voice still rough with exhaustion and satisfaction, "I definitely am now".
A weak laugh escaped you, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. "That’s your fault", you murmured, your body still tingling from the aftershocks.
Jensen chuckled, but instead of answering, he slid his hands up your back, slow, lazy, his fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin.
And that? That was what scared you the most.
Not the sex. Not the sneaking around.
But this—the way he lingered, the way he touched you even when he didn’t have to. The way he stayed.
Because deep down, you knew…
You were breaking all your own rules.
The loud pounding at the door jolted you from the haze of aftershocks and warmth, panic surging through your system.
“Ackles!”, Jared’s voice boomed through the room, followed by another aggressive set of knocks. “We’re fucking late! Get your ass out here!”.
Your entire body stiffened, still perched on top of Jensen, still connected, your thighs sticky, your skin hot from the lingering heat of what had just happened.
Jensen groaned dramatically, his head falling back against the pillow, one lazy hand brushing over his face. “Fuck, Jared”, he muttered, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion and left you a trembling mess.
Your eyes widened, panic gripping your chest. “Oh my God—”. You scrambled, instinct taking over, hands bracing against Jensen’s chest as you tried to get off him, but his grip tightened.
“Not so fast, sweetheart”. His voice was low, smug, his fingers digging into your waist just enough to make you shiver.
Your heart slammed in your chest. “Jensen—he’s right there!”, you hissed, eyes flicking frantically to the door as Jared knocked again, harder.
“Jensen! If you don’t open this damn door in ten seconds, I’m coming in! I will use my keycard, asshole!”.
Jensen just smirked, his other hand trailing down your thigh, so slow, so possessive, like he wasn’t at all worried about getting caught.
“Let him”, he muttered, his voice gravelly, his hips rolling up just a fraction, making you gasp, clench around him involuntarily.
Your stomach flipped, a sharp pulse of pleasure shooting through you even as your mind screamed in panic.
“You’re insane”, you whispered sharply, shoving at his bare chest, your pulse racing, the heat of him still inside you, still filling you so perfectly.
Jensen laughed, low and smug, but he finally released you, letting you scramble off him just as another aggressive knock rattled the door.
You stumbled, nearly falling, your legs still weak, your thighs still aching from the way he’d ruined you minutes ago. You barely managed to grab your discarded towel, wrapping it around yourself in record time as you bolted toward the bathroom doorway, trying to make yourself invisible.
Jensen, meanwhile?
Completely unbothered.
He stretched slowly, rolling out of bed with a lazy ease that made it clear he wasn’t in any kind of hurry.
Another pounding knock.
“Jensen!”.
Jensen rolled his eyes, dragging a hand down his face, clearly in no rush to deal with the six-foot-four nuisance on the other side of the door.
Little did you know, Jensen had already told Jared about you a couple of days ago. He’d expected this moment, knew it was only a matter of time before you got caught sneaking around.
But seeing you panic like this?
Adorable.
So, he let you squirm.
He smirked to himself as he tugged his shirt over his head, deliberately taking his time, knowing full well that you were still pressed against the bathroom door, heartbeat racing, eyes wide with the kind of panic he found way too entertaining.
Another pounding knock.
"Jensen! Open the damn door, or I’m—".
Finally, finally, Jensen swung it open, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the frame, giving Jared a bored look.
"Jesus, Padalecki", he muttered. "Ever heard of patience?".
Jared’s eyes narrowed, already looking pissed as hell, his gaze flicking over Jensen’s still-rumpled appearance—messy hair, swollen lips, trunks thrown on in a half-assed attempt to look presentable.
Jared’s brows lifted.
"Oh", he muttered, crossing his arms. "You definitely weren’t sleeping".
Jensen just grinned. "Didn’t say I was".
Jared squinted, eyes flicking past him into the room. Jensen angled his body slightly, blocking just enough of the view to keep you hidden, even though—let’s be real, the entire scene was screaming of exactly what had happened.
The unmade bed.
The disheveled sheets.
The fucking smell.
Jared let out a long, slow sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Dude".
Jensen smirked, playing dumb. "What?".
Jared’s lips twitched, like he wanted to laugh but was too annoyed to let himself. "You serious right now?".
Jensen shrugged. "Look, man, if you’re mad I didn’t invite you, just say so".
Jared grimaced, shoving his shoulder. "Oh, fuck off".
Jensen chuckled, but before Jared could barrel past him into the room, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough.
"Don’t be a dick", he murmured. "You already know who’s in there".
Jared stilled.
His brows shot up, just slightly, before his expression shifted—less annoyed, more intrigued.
"Oh, so you finally told her I know?".
Jensen’s smirk deepened.
"…Not exactly".
Jared let out an exasperated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "You’re such an asshole".
Jensen grinned, clearly having way too much fun with this. "Yeah, but I’m your asshole".
"Unfortunately", Jared muttered, shaking his head. He peered past him again, curiosity flickering behind his eyes. "So, are you gonna let her out, or are we pretending she doesn’t exist?".
Jensen chuckled, finally turning his head toward the bathroom.
"Sweetheart?". His voice was sickeningly amused, way too pleased with himself. "You gonna come say hi, or you planning on hiding in there all day?".
You froze, heart pounding, throat suddenly dry as hell.
Jared knew?
Jared fucking knew?
And Jensen never told you?!
You were going to kill him.
Slowly.
You exhaled sharply, gathering yourself, before stepping out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around you, your face heating instantly when Jared’s knowing gaze landed on you.
Jared blinked.
Then, with zero hesitation, he smirked.
"Oh". He nodded, fighting back a laugh. "Yeah. That definitely tracks".
Jensen’s grin widened, watching the way you glared daggers at him before crossing your arms, clearly one second away from launching something at his head.
"You knew", you said flatly, eyes locked onto Jared.
Jared snorted. "Oh, yeah. Jensen spilled days ago. Thought you knew".
Your eyes snapped back to Jensen, murder flashing behind them.
"You are so fucking dead".
Jensen grinned like a bastard, completely unbothered.
"Yeah, yeah", he murmured, stepping closer, hands slipping around your waist as he pressed a slow, teasing kiss to your temple, just to piss you off more. "Still worth it, though".
You swore you saw red.
And Jared?
Jared just laughed his ass off.
Eventually, Jared shifting his weight before casually holding out his hand toward you.
"Well", he said, smirking, "since we’re not pretending you don’t exist anymore, I guess I should properly introduce myself—".
But before you could take it, his expression shifted, realization hitting him like a freight train. His hand hovered in midair for a second before his face twisted in horror, and he yanked it back.
"Actually, you know what—never mind". He grimaced, shaking his head, his face scrunching up like he just walked into something disgusting. "I just remembered exactly what you two were doing before I knocked".
Your face flamed, heat rushing to your ears as the memory of exactly what had just happened surged through your mind.
Jensen, meanwhile?
Losing his damn mind.
He let out a loud, unrestrained laugh, gripping his stomach as he leaned against the doorframe, fully enjoying the absolute mess unfolding in front of him.
"Wow, Padalecki", he mused, mockingly wiping a fake tear from his eye. "And here I thought you were all about bonding".
Jared shot him a flat look, clearly unamused. "Yeah, I’m good, thanks. No need to get that close".
Jensen just grinned, slinging an arm lazily around your shoulders, pulling you closer as his fingers toyed with the edge of your towel—just to mess with you.
You immediately tensed, glaring up at him. "Jensen", you hissed through clenched teeth, shifting slightly, hyper-aware of just how little was covering you.
He winked, voice dropping.
"Relax, sweetheart", he murmured, lips brushing your ear, "not like Jared hasn’t already figured out how thoroughly I just fucked you".
Your entire face ignited, heat rushing through you so violently you had to physically shove him away.
"Jensen!", you sputtered, barely resisting the urge to smack him.
Jared groaned loudly, rubbing his temples. "For the love of God, can we go now?".
Jensen let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his shoulders like getting up and leaving was the biggest inconvenience in the world. "Yeah, yeah. Just lemme grab a shower real quick", he muttered, stretching. "Need to get her off my body first".
Your face somehow got even hotter, and Jared immediately threw up his hands.
"NOPE", he declared, turning around so fast it was almost cartoonish. "I refuse to hear another goddamn word. I will be downstairs, waiting, pretending none of this ever happened".
And just like that, he was gone, muttering something under his breath as he disappeared down the hall.
The second the door clicked shut, you spun on Jensen, smacking his arm hard enough to make him chuckle.
"You are such an asshole", you snapped, mortified beyond belief.
Jensen just laughed, stepping closer, hands gripping your waist again.
"Yeah", he murmured, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips, "but you like me anyway".
Only ten minutes later, Jensen was moving around the room, hastily buckling his belt, his shirt slightly wrinkled, his hair damp from the world’s fastest shower.
You were still sitting on the bed, still half-naked, towel barely hanging onto you, watching him with a mix of amusement and exhaustion.
"Never seen you move this fast", you teased, tilting your head as he grabbed his SnapBack off the dresser and shoved it on backwards, clearly prioritizing speed over style.
Jensen shot you a look, smirking. "Yeah, well, someone made me late", he murmured, pointedly, as he reached for his watch—
Only to realize you had already picked it up.
You held it out lazily, wrist dangling over the edge of the bed, watching as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing yours as he took it.
That little touch—as brief as it was—made your stomach flip, and suddenly, you were too aware of the way he was looking at you.
Like he was thinking about throwing you back onto the bed all over again.
Like he was debating if being late was really that big of a deal.
You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. "Better hurry, or Jared’s gonna come back up here and kick the door down".
Jensen exhaled sharply, reluctantly strapping the watch onto his wrist, still smirking like a bastard. "That man needs to take a breath. It’s not like they’re starting without me".
"You mean the convention where thousands of people are literally waiting for you?".
He shrugged, completely unbothered, but then his eyes flicked back to you—still sitting there, still wrapped in nothing but a towel, still looking too goddamn tempting for your own good.
His smirk turned dangerous.
"You’re really not making it easy to leave, sweetheart", he muttered, fingers trailing lightly along your bare thigh, like he was considering being just a little later.
Your breath hitched, body still sensitive from before, but you quickly swatted his hand away, sending him a warning glare.
"Nope". You shook your head. "You’re already late because of me. I am not responsible for you missing your flight next".
Jensen chuckled, hands up in mock surrender, but you could see it—the way he hesitated, the way he looked at you like he wanted to stay just a little longer.
And that?
That was dangerous.
Because you couldn’t let this become more than what it was.
So you forced a smirk, tilting your head as you leaned back against the pillows, stretching slightly.
"Besides", you murmured, voice laced with mock innocence, "I think you’ve had more than enough of me for one morning".
Jensen’s jaw ticked, his smirk faltering just for a second before his gaze darkened, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for you again.
But instead, he exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a grin, before taking a deliberate step back.
"Yeah, we’ll see about that", he muttered, winking before turning toward the door.
And as he grabbed his keycard and slipped out, leaving you alone in that messy, wrecked hotel room—
You had a feeling he was right.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
The silence in the room was deafening now that Jensen was gone.
You sat there for a moment, towel still wrapped around you, staring at the mess of sheets, the faint imprint of where he had just been. The room still smelled like him—his cologne, the heat of his skin, the lingering scent of sex and something more.
And yet, all you could think about was what had just happened.
Jensen told Jared about you.
Your stomach twisted at the realization, your fingers gripping the edge of the towel tighter.
Why?
The two of you weren’t even labeled. That had been his rule, not yours.
No commitments. No expectations. Just this. Stolen moments, hotel rooms, late-night calls that always ended the same way.
Jensen had made it clear from the start—he wasn’t looking to settle down again, not after everything with Danneel. You were his secret affair or whatever the hell this was.
So why the fuck did he tell Jared?
Jensen wasn’t the type to just share information for no reason. Jared was his best friend, sure, but that didn’t mean Jensen had to tell him everything.
Especially about you.
And yet—he had.
Days ago, apparently. And he hadn’t even mentioned it. Hadn’t even warned you.
Your heart did a weird, uneasy flip, frustration creeping up your spine.
What did it mean?
Was it just Jensen being careless?
Or was it something more?
You hated that the question lingered, that it stuck in your chest, leaving you restless in the empty bed. Because no matter how much you told yourself this was casual, simple, no strings attached—
Jensen had just tangled you up in something you weren’t prepared for.
And you weren’t sure what the hell to do about it.
Inside the car, the steady hum of the road filled the space as Cliff sat in the front seat, engaged in casual conversation with the driver. The ride to the convention center was smooth, quiet—until Jared turned to Jensen, his voice low, casual, but laced with curiosity.
"She’s pretty young, huh?".
Jensen’s jaw ticked, his fingers drumming lazily against his thigh as he leaned back against the seat. He didn’t react right away, just let the words sit in the air for a second before exhaling through his nose.
He knew what Jared was doing.
"She’s twenty-five", Jensen muttered, glancing out the window like that was supposed to end the conversation.
Jared tilted his head, not buying it. "So… twenty-one-year age gap?". His brows lifted slightly, his tone neutral, but Jensen knew him too well.
"Jesus", Jensen grumbled, running a hand through his damp hair, still backwards in the damn SnapBack because he hadn’t even bothered fixing it properly. "Thanks for the math, professor".
Jared smirked but didn’t drop it. "I mean… it’s kinda a thing, dude", he said, shifting slightly to look at him. "Not saying it’s bad. Just… different for you".
Jensen didn’t respond immediately, but the muscle in his jaw twitched again.
Because yeah, Jared was right.
It was different.
Jensen wasn’t blind. He knew people would raise eyebrows if they knew. Twenty-one years. That was a big gap, no matter how he spun it. And yeah, you were young, but you weren´t a kid—you were smart, independent, and didn’t take his shit.
And yet, that wasn’t the part that bothered him.
It was the fact that Jared was bringing it up at all.
Which meant he noticed something.
Jensen sighed, shifting in his seat, still staring out the window. "She’s not some kid, man", he muttered, rubbing his jaw. "She knows what this is. I’m not leading her on".
Jared made a small humming sound, still watching him. "Right".
Jensen glanced at him, eyes narrowing slightly. "What?".
Jared shrugged, tone even. "Nothing", A beat of silence, then— "Just saying, if it’s really nothing, you wouldn’t have told me about her".
Jensen’s stomach clenched, but he kept his face neutral.
"Thought you’d figure it out anyway", he muttered, shrugging. "You always do".
Jared huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah. But you never tell me unless you want me to know".
And there it was.
Jensen’s fingers flexed against his knee, his teeth pressing together slightly, but he didn’t argue.
Because Jared was right.
Again.
And that?
That was the part that fucked with him the most.
Jared sensed the difference immediately.
It was subtle, something most people wouldn’t catch—but Jared knew Jensen too well.
During the double photo ops, Jensen was usually his usual self—smiling, laughing, making fans feel comfortable. But there was always something else, something second nature to him.
He looked.
Jensen always checked out the women who caught his interest, just a quick glance, a flick of his green eyes as if gauging if they were worth a second look.
He’d done it for years.
Hell, even when he was married to Danneel, he still had that instinct—never acting on it, never disrespectful, but the habit was there.
But this time?
Nothing.
Jensen’s gaze never lingered. Never even flickered to anything other than the camera, the fan he was greeting, or whatever dumbass joke Jared was cracking beside him.
Not once did he do the subtle once-over. Not once did he let his eyes wander, even briefly.
Jared took note.
He took a lot of notes.
Especially when, during a break between photo ops, Jensen pulled out his phone, his expression shifting just slightly—a look that Jared had never seen Jensen wear while texting someone.
Not some smug grin like he was setting up a fun night.
Not some casual response like he didn’t care.
This was different. This was soft.
Jared leaned over slightly, trying to get a glimpse. "Who’s got you smiling like that?", he teased.
Jensen immediately locked the screen, tucking his phone away without so much as a word.
And that?
That spoke volumes.
Jared smirked to himself, shaking his head.
"Yeah", he muttered under his breath. "That’s what I thought".
The panel was going smoothly—plenty of laughs, plenty of inside jokes, the usual back-and-forth banter that fans ate up. Jensen and Jared had been doing this for so long it was second nature at this point.
But then, the question happened.
A fan stepped up to the mic. “What’s the biggest age gap crush you’ve ever had?”.
Jensen froze for a second, his brows knitting together as he tilted his head.
He was clearly trying to decipher the question, his brain gearing up for the wrong interpretation.
“I don’t know.. I don’t… I mean..I didn’t really have like.. uh.. crushes on celebrities when I was… I was too busy…“, he mumbled, still trying to piece it together.
Jared, standing beside him, instantly sensed the opportunity.
He grinned, just barely, leaning into his mic. “Doesn’t have to be a celebrity”.
The moment the words left his mouth, Jensen stiffened.
It was so fast, so subtle, but Jared caught it.
“Well”, Jensen started, but Jared interrupted him.
“I‘m gonna answer for him“.
“Oh, great”, Jensen muttered, taking a long, slow sip of his coffee, like he was bracing himself for whatever the hell was about to come out of Jared’s mouth.
Jared, still grinning like a smug bastard, paused for dramatic effect, scanning the audience before leaning forward again.
“He has… he currently has.. a crush.. on somebody who is… ”, he drawled, dragging it out.
Jensen’s entire body tensed.
His eyes flicked with panic, just for a second—the kind of split-second panic that screamed oh, shit, I just got caught.
And that reaction?
Worth every damn second.
Jared barely bit back a laugh as he pivoted, fast as hell, finishing the sentence smoothly.
“34 years younger and 31 years younger”, He nodded dramatically. “And they’re his daughters”.
The audience roared with laughter and `aaaww´s´ completely missing the tiny moment that had just unfolded.
Jensen exhaled through his nose, his jaw clenching, before leaning into his mic with a deadpan look.
“What he said!”, Jensen quickly shot and earning more laughter from the fans.
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Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Fic Warnings: DARK AU, noncon/dubcon, stalking, coercion, threats, gaslighting, inner turmoil, violence, creepy and unhinged behavior, flashback, possessiveness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
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So it begins- Severide x reader x Casey, best friend! Jay
Summary: When you collapse on a call and pass out, your boys make sure to take care of you.
Warnings: Minor cursing, vomiting, sickness, possible bad medical care
Authors note: I’ve had this one stored away for a while. It’s honestly pretty long. Just thought I should give this account and you guys some love. ❤️
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Before becoming a firefighter on truck 81, you were an army ranger. You worked side by side with Jay Halstead, who is still your best friend. You followed him home to Chicago when you got word that your mom died, which was your only loving relative, but Jay wasn’t going to let you be alone with a family who didn’t really care. He knew what that was like, except he had Will and none of your siblings really cared for you.
Now, several years later, you are dating Matt Casey and Kelly Severide. Jay approved of your decision, especially with how well they take care of you, but also because they trust Jay with you and don’t stand in the way of your friendship. Jay was like the big brother you always wanted and needed. Matt and Kelly enjoyed his company and the way he always had your back, which happened on and off the clock.
This morning, you had woken up and rolled out of an empty bed. Matt was up making phone calls to his employees with his construction business and Kelly was just getting back from a run, making breakfast in the kitchen. You knew you were sick as soon as you were conscious. Sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, dizziness, chest tightness and nausea all hit you as soon as you woke up, but you weren’t about to let your boys go on shift without you. So, to avoid their worried fussing and refusal for you to go to work with them, you jumped in the shower and took some meds that would hopefully help.
When you came into the kitchen, Kelly was just coming around the corner to grab you and ended up engulfing you in his arms when he almost plowed you down. “Shit sweetheart.” Kelly breathed, pulling you in to stop you from potentially falling, “You okay?” He asked, kissing you on the forehead. “Your warm.”
“Just got out of the shower.” You said, brushing him off with a pat on the chest. You went around him, beelining for the coffee pot to keep up appearances. You made yourself a to-go cup and made a quick breakfast sandwich from what Kelly cooked before kissing him on the cheek and yelling good bye to Matt, saying you had a meeting with the other Molly’s partners before shift.
Once you got outside, you dumped the coffee and sandwich in the trash can on the corner before getting in your car and turning it over. You drove to the station and went inside, sneaking past first watch as you headed straight for Kelly and Matt’s office. You shut the curtains from the bunk room and adjacent office, but left the blinds on the window cracked. You opened a book and got under the covers, placing it in a way that wouldn’t look suspicious incase the boys found you before morning briefing, set an alarm, and took a cat nap.
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You woke up before the boys came into the office. The sound of slamming lockers and talking startled you awake as first watch switched with your crew. You got up, drank some water from one of Matt’s bottles that he keeps in stock under his bed, turned off your alarm and went out to face your crew.
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So far, you have been able to hide how awful you’ve been feeling. You managed a cup of coffee with your company, a snack while playing games with Squad, and running a few calls within the first 5 hours of shift. Now, you were utterly exhausted.
Just when you were on your way to rest in Matt and Kelly’s office again, the bells went off, “Squad 3, truck 81, ambo 61, Warehouse at 1911 Broyhill rd. Partial building collapse, trapped police personnel. Emergency plan 1.”
Sighing, you run through the bunks and onto the apparatus floor. You jumped into your gear and hopped into the truck behind Stella. You zoned out on the ride to the scene. You knew Jay wouldn’t be inside, or at least you hoped so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. You were so exhausted.
Arriving on scene, you were immediately sent in with Matt, Herrmann, and Mouch on the second floor to assist squad in search and rescue. You tried to keep your breathing slower as you ran up the stairs behind your boyfriends and team members.
Once upstairs, you came face to face with the collapsed floor. None of you could go any further, so you all began clearing rubble to search for survivors. After sending three people down, Boden called you all out of the building in fear of a full collapse. You made it out the door, with only Matt and Kelly behind you, before falling to your knees a few yards away.
“Y/N!” Matt and Kelly yelled, quickly taking a side and dragging you further before the building collapsed right behind you.
Matt and Kelly ripped your gear off, removing your helmet, mask, oxygen tank and turn out coat. Suddenly, Jay appeared over your face, having been a few feet away when you collapsed.
“Y/L/N, can you hear me?” Jay asked, putting your head in his lap and tilting your face up. “What the hell happened?” He yelled, looking between Matt and Kelly as they checked you for injuries.
“I don’t know.” Kelly grunted, “She was fine.”
Matt was silent, but frantic as he looked you over.
Jay looked down as your eyes fluttered open. “Hey you.” Jay soothed. “Your okay. We gotcha.” He wiped the soot from your face and suddenly felt the heat. “Uh, guys?”
“Yeah.” Both Kelly and Matt answered, still checking you over.
“She’s burning up.” Jay mumbled. “Hey! Get me a couple water bottles and a towel or something.” Jay yelled at anyone who would listen that was surrounding you, your team and Jay’s team concerned about you.
“Help me get her out of her gear.” Kelly said to Matt, who helped lift you and slide you out of your turnout pants.
“Jay?” You finally murmured, reaching up to touch his face to make sure he was real.
Jay smiled gently down at you, taking your hand in his and placing it across your chest. “Yeah. Just relax. Your okay.”
Stella came sprinting back with Kevin next to her. Stella had a medical bag and Kev had the water and towel. Matt took the supplies from Kev and got to work on wetting the towel while Kelly went through the go bag, pulling out a thermometer.
Kelly sighed, shaking his head at the reading he got. “103.5.” Kelly murmured, showing the device to Matt.
“Shit.” Matt replied, looking up and meeting Jay’s eyes. Jay stayed calm though, not wanting to scare you as you still kept your eyes locked with his face, but he wasn’t sure if you were even aware of what was happening.
“Give me the towel and a water bottle.” Jay murmured, reaching for the items. “Hey sweetheart, I’m gonna put this on your head and pour some more water on it. It might run into your eyes.” Jay said, leaning over you a bit more. “Can you close your eyes for me?”
You closed your eyes, but began wiggling in discomfort. “Matt? Kelly?” You whispered, blindly reaching for your lovers.
Each of the boys took your hands as Jay worked, laying the towel over your forehead and pouring more water onto it.
“Jay? Want one of us to do that? Water will just run off our turnouts.” Matt said, finally realizing this once he knew you just passed out from overworking with a fever.
“Nah. I got her.” Jay answered, looking down at you. “If you let go, she might freak out. Made that mistake once when we were in the desert.” Jay shook his head, like he was trying to shake memories away.
Hailey came up then, having ushered everyone else away. “Does she need an ambo?” Hailey asked, crouching down next to Jay.
“Nah. She just needs to cool down and rest I think.” Kelly answered, rubbing your arm and watching your breathing pattern. Matt sat on your other side, monitoring your pulse and nodded his head in agreement with Kelly.
“We can take her back to 51. Let her sleep in our office.” Matt said, kissing the back of your hand.
“Or I could take her back to my apartment and stay with her until you guys get off shift. I’ll even have Will drop by and check her out.” Jay suggested, looking between your two boyfriends.
“I could drop them off. We can spare him until you guys get off shift tomorrow morning.” Hailey said, placing a hand on Jay’s back. “I’ll even be home later to help out and be an extra set of eyes.”
Matt and Kelly looked at each other and had a silent conversation with their eyes. “Alright.” Matt said.
“If you guys need anything, call us and we will have 61 dispatched with us behind it.” Kelly said. “You okay with that baby?” Kelly asked you, leaning over and caressing your cheek.
“Mhmm” you responded. “M tired.”
Matt laughed, caressing the other side of your face. You were cooler now, but still running hot. “Think you can get up and let us help you to Jay’s truck?” Matt asked, not wanting to move you until you were ready.
“Yeah.” You breathed out.
Jay took the towel off of your head and wiped off the left over water. Matt and Kelly gently pulled you into a sitting position and waited as you swayed.
“You good?” Kelly asked, kneeling back down next to you as Jay did the same, supporting your back with his leg.
“Dizzy. Gimme a sec.” You mumbled, burying your face into Kelly’s shoulder.
Matt stood by, prepared to pick you up and take you to one of the ambos. He was getting worried, seeing you in this state was not usual and it scared him.
“Carry me?” You asked Kelly, latching onto his turnout coat.
“Sure baby.” Kelly murmured, picking you up with ease and tucking you into his chest.
Jay led the way to his truck, which Hailey already had running with the AC on. Matt followed close behind with your gear in his hands. Jay slid into the back seat, taking you from Kelly as Matt placed your stuff in the passenger side next to Hailey.
“Take care of her.” Matt called. “I love you sweetheart.”
“Call if you need anything. We love you baby.” Kelly echoed, rubbing your exposed calf as you curled up against Jay’s lap.
“Love you both. Stay safe.” You called, waving at them.
“Always.” Matt and Kelly replied before shutting the doors and standing back as Upton pulled off the scene.
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“Alright you.” Jay said, replacing the cloth on your neck. “What’s going on?” Jay asked, leaning back and making eye contact with Hailey in the rear view.
“Head, stomach, throat, everything.” You whispered, laying on your left side, facing away from Jay.
Jay sighed, rubbing your arm and not saying anything else. He was thinking of everything Will would do for you and what he had at his house. As if reading his mind, Hailey called Will and told him what happened as she drove, making sure they didn’t need to divert to med.
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Once Upton pulled in, Jay picked you up and carried you in. Hailey left, saying she was going to drop your stuff off at 51 before reporting back to the district. Jay kissed his girlfriend, thanking her for you both, after she opened the door and helped Jay get you inside.
You sighed and buried your face into Jay’s chest, hiding your face as you wrapped your arms around your tummy and tried not to groan. Jay looked down and stopped short in the hall in between the bedroom and bathroom.
“Hey. You alright?” He whispered, not wanting to hurt your head.
You shook your head no and Jay knew the problem. He knew you hated puking. Out of all the years you and Jay had been friends, you had only puked around him twice, and both times were your living nightmare. Jay quietly diverted into the bathroom, setting you down on the floor next to the toilet. He sat with you, lifting the lid and helped you adjust onto your knees.
“Your alright.” Jay sighed, rubbing your sides as you sat hunched over the bowl, head resting on your arms. “Want me to call Matt or Kelly?” He asked, knowing that they had a better handle on these kinds of situations recently, but this was more for your comfort. He could handle this just fine.
“No.” You whispered, reaching back to hold onto one of his legs. “Stay.”
“I’m not goin anywhere.” Jay mumbled, pulling your hair further away from your face and off of your neck. “If it’s gonna happen, let it happen. I’m right here.” Jay soothed, rubbing your back with his free hand.
You rocked slightly in your kneeled position. It was like Jay knew you were fighting it and the feeling was getting overwhelming. You lifted your hands to tie your hair back more securely to give Jay his other hand back. “Can you just….” Your thoughts died on a heave and you stopped to get your stomach back under control. Jay waited quietly. “Text them?” You breathed, holding your forehead up with one of your hands and holding Jay’s leg with the other.
“Alright.” Jay said, pulling out his phone to start a group chat with Matt, Kelly, and Will.
Jay: Hey guys. Y/N’s not doing so hot. Fever is not as bad as before, but she’s close to puking. She’s freaking out a bit, but doesn’t want me to call. Just said to shoot you a text. I added Will to keep everyone informed at once.
Jay sighed as you dry heaved again, breathing rapidly and groaning when another heaved ripped through you. Jay just rubbed your back and shushed you while reading the wave of text he was receiving.
Kelly: Chief has offered for us to leave. I can’t focus knowing she’s so sick and I’m not there.
Matt: I know she is in good hands with you, Jay, but I agree with Kelly.
Will: I’m on shift, but sounds like the flu. Keep me on the chat and in the loop. Let me know if you need anything.
Matt: Kelly and I are on the way. Should be there in 10.
Jay sighed and rubbed your back again. He was fine with taking care of you, but he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. “Hey sweetie. The boys are on there way.” Jay whispered. “Want me to get you some clothes?” Jay thought as he waited for you to reply. He was gonna need to send them with a blanket and bucket at the very least.
“Please don’t.” You choked out, throat tight as you held back a gag. “Don’t go.” You had tears pouring down your face and your whole body was trembling.
“Okay. Okay. Just relax.” Jay urged, rubbing your sides again. “I’m here. I’m right here.” He kissed your back, feeling bad for not being able to help. He knew that Matt and Kelly had your keys, which had a key to his place, so he wasn’t going to have to leave for the door when they got there.
You gagged again, this time bringing up a little bit of coffee. You hummed, rocking back into Jay and leaning your face into your upper arm.
“There we go. Let me get you some water, okay?” Jay asked, not liking this. You were pale and barely had enough energy to hold yourself up. He wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep yourself up and he needed to get you some water sooner rather than later.
You couldn’t answer. More of the coffee from this morning made its way up and you couldn’t hold this one back. You sobbed loudly when you finished spitting out the rancid liquid and Jay practically ran back to the bathroom.
“Breathe. It’s okay. Your okay.” Jay rushed out, dropping back next to you and placing the water bottle on the edge of his bathtub. Jay scrabbled to flush as you turned and buried your face into his shirt.
“I-I wa-ant K-Kelly an M-Matt.” You sobbed out, clutching onto Jay like a child. You were so tired and in so much pain. You knew Jay wouldn’t judge you for wanting your boyfriends or being extra clingy.
“We’re here.” Kelly said, panting as he tried to catch his breath in the doorway.
“Perfect timing.” Jay muttered, passing you off to Kelly and placing a kiss on your head as he went to go talk to Matt.
“Kel.” You whimpered, burying your face into his chest.
“Shhh. It’s alright hunny.” Kelly whispered, kissing your head and wrapping you in his arms. “You all done?”
You shook your head and spun back around, finally letting go now that Kelly was here. Matt and Jay heard the commotion and went sprinting into the bathroom. Kelly was up on his knees behind you, one hand on your chest and the other rubbing your back. Matt moved to sit on the edge of Jay’s bathtub, brushing some fly aways back and holding your upper arm. Jay stood in the door way, eventually sliding down to wait it out with you all. He didn’t want to leave your side, but you needed and wanted your boyfriends.
“Your alright hunny. It’s okay. We gotcha.” Matt said, continuing to hold back your fly aways.
“I-hugk” you tried to talk, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Shhhh. Don’t talk. It’s okay.” Kelly said, thumping your back when you choked up.
“Just get it out. Your doing so good baby.” Matt praised, watching your face.
You were pale. It was like all the blood had left your face and you were shaking under their hands. Not to mention the fact that you had started swaying again, looking like you were about to pass out.
“Jay.” Matt called, catching Jay’s attention from whatever he was doing on his phone.
“Yeah.” Jay replied.
“Has she had anything to drink?” Matt called, “also, can I get another wet rag for her?”
“She didn’t get a chance.” Jay said, standing and heading to the sink. “I was just telling Will about that. He thinks she might be dehydrated from the fever and now the puking.” Jay summarized as he handed the wash cloth to Matt. “He said she can have sprite if she won’t take water. I’ll be back. I have some stashed for her in the kitchen.”
Jay took off down the hall as Matt placed the wash cloth on your neck. The cold from the rag made you shake even more, but Kelly made sure to hold you firmly against his side.
“Matt.” Kelly said, drawing his partner’s attention. “This isn’t good.” He whispered, shaking his head and letting Matt see the fear in his eyes.
Matt nodded in reply, leaning forward to catch your forehead in the palm of his hand. “Sweetheart. Hey baby. You gotta breathe.” Matt urged. “You gotta slow down. Your alright. Take a breath.”
At this point, the measly amount of food and coffee was already up and all you were doing was dry heaving and bringing up small amounts of stomach acid. You nodded and slumped back a little, leaning more into Matt’s hand and into Kelly’s hold.
“Here.” Jay said, coming into the bathroom with the sprite in hand. “I got some of the carbonation out. Will said it might make her feel worse if it’s fully carbonated, but I know she won’t drink it flat.” He had it in a glass with a straw. Matt and Kelly have never been more grateful for the Halstead brothers than they were right now.
“Thanks Jay.” Matt said, giving the man a small smile and taking the drink. “Sweetheart. Take a sip of this water, rinse and spit. Then you can have some sprite.” Matt bargained, trying not to sound authoritative, but wanting nothing more than you to get some fluids.
Kelly pulled you further back into his chest, looking at Matt with a little hope when you let Matt pour some water in your mouth to rinse and spit. You were able to take a few sips of sprite before you pushed the glass away, turning to bury your face into Kelly’s chest.
“I got her my army sweatshirt and some sweats for the ride home.” Jay piped up, figuring he should tell the boys while all was quiet. “Also found my extra mop bucket just incase.”
“Thanks Jay.” Matt nodded and smiled at the man. “For everything. I know this wasn’t ideal or the way you planned to spend your day.”
“Hey.” Jay whispered, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you and then back at Matt, shaking his head. “I’d do anything for her. She’s like my little sister. It’s not a problem at all.” Jay paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “In fact, I would have been more than happy to keep an eye on her, but she wanted you guys. It makes me happy that she trusts you both when she is at her most vulnerable.”
Kelly smiled into your hair and kissed your head. “It’s something we have been figuring out goes both ways.” Kelly said, slightly turning to Jay. Suddenly, Kelly realized you went limp in his arms and looked down. You were snuggled up to his chest, clutching his shirt and Matt’s hand. All the boys sighed at how fast you were out, given that you don’t normally fall asleep fast or at any given moment, but your breathing was calm and you looked peaceful so they tried to take the win.
“You guys can stay for a while if you want. I don’t have clothes that’ll fit you guys, but I do have some that’ll work for her. She’s more than welcome to crash in my bed and I’ll just change the sheets later.” Jay offered, not really ready to leave your side, much less put you in a moving vehicle at the moment.
“We don’t wanna impose man.” Kelly said, glancing at Jay and then at Matt.
Matt stayed silent and contemplated his options. “Kel. Let’s check her temp and see where we’re at. If it’s high, I might take you up on that Jay. We are closer to Med here.” Matt still didn’t like how pale you were, even if you were sleeping peacefully for the moment.
Jay grabbed the med kit Will left for him and found the forehead thermometer. The boys waited on bated breath as Jay took your temp. “Woah.” Jay whispered, turning the reading from Matt to Kelly. 102.8
“Better than earlier but I still don’t like it.” Matt murmured, reaching out to flip the wash rag on your neck.
“Can you turn down your bed? Possibly have a light cover?” Kelly asked, looking down at you and checking your pulse.
“Yeah. I got a top sheet. I know she won’t sleep without covers.” Jay said. “Hails is the same way and gets hot at night.” Jay smirked and shook his head, turning to leave the room.
“I’ll take her Kel.” Matt murmured. “You got less downtime than me. Maybe you should nap with her while Jay and I go get some supplies.” Matt said, lifting you from Kelly’s arms and walking to Jay’s room with Kelly close behind.
“Are you sure? I’m good to go babe.” Kelly said, rubbing Matt’s back as they stood and waited for Jay to finish pulling back the covers.
“I’m sure.” Matt said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll change her out while you go grab your go bag and change.” Matt suggested, then looked to Jay. “Do you have any fans? If not, that’s okay.”
“I do actually. In the office. Give me a sec.” Jay said, jogging out of the door and closing it behind him.
Kelly left just before Jay, so Matt set about pulling you out of your clothes and into Jay’s. He wasn’t a fan of putting you in sweats, but he figured Jay ran it past Will and it would be okay. Sweat it out and all.
Kelly slipped in right as Matt was getting you comfortable. Once Kelly saw that you were decent, he opened the door for Jay, who had a tower fan in his hand.
“Here yah go.” Jay said, going and plugging it in on his side of the bed, where you were sleeping, before turning it on its highest setting. “You guys stay as long as you need.”
Matt and Kelly nodded their thanks as Jay stepped out, closing the door behind him. Kelly was already changed and slid in next to you. You immediately curled into his side and Kelly smiled lovingly down at you.
“I’m gonna go talk to Jay and go get some supplies. You gonna be okay with her for a while?” Matt asked Kelly. He wasn’t doubting his lover, but he was so worried and he knew that you had wanted both of them.
“Yeah.” Kelly breathed, looking down at you. “I got her. Just hurry back. I know her PTSD can get bad when she’s this sick.” Kelly mumbled, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. He knew Matt’s question didn’t have some sort of hidden agenda. He was just as worried.
“We will be as quick as possible.” Matt said, leaning down and kissing Kelly full on before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you both. Call if you need us.” Matt said, shooting Kelly a wink before heading out the door.
Kelly sighed and snuggled into you. You were trembling again, but your face was mostly peaceful. Kelly reached back and grabbed the thermometer, checking your temp. 102.5. Slowly lowering. Maybe that’s why you were shaking, but he couldn’t be sure. All medical logic told him that shaking would heat you up, but your fever was going down. Out of instinct, Kelly shushed you and kissed your forehead. He rubbed your arms and consoled you as best he could while watching your body language. Sure enough, you relaxed again and stopped shaking. Kelly sighed and held you tighter. So it begins.
it started as a look—a lingering, undeniable pull in dean winchester's green eyes every time your shirt dipped low or you shifted just so. it was subtle at first, those quick flicks of his gaze from your face to the curve of your chest, like he couldn't help himself. the hunter, usually so composed, had a tell. it was in the way his jaw tightened, how his tongue swept across his lower lip, slow and thoughtful. you caught him staring more often than he realized, the heat in his gaze like a brand on your skin.
one night, after a particularly bloody hunt, the two of you shared a bottle of whiskey in the bunker’s kitchen. his flannel hung open, gray tee underneath snug against his chest, damp with sweat. you were in one of his shirts, oversized, sleeves rolled up, the thin fabric clinging to your curves in ways that had him shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
he didn’t even try to hide it then. his eyes locked onto the way your nipples pressed against the worn cotton, hard from the chill of the room or maybe the whiskey burning through your veins.
"dean," you murmured, your voice low and teasing, "you gonna keep staring or actually say something?"
his smirk curled slow, dangerous. "can't help it," he muttered, leaning back, legs spreading wider, whiskey glass loose in his hand. "they’re... distracting." his voice dropped on the word, gravelly, like it scraped against his throat.
heat flared in your cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment; it was power, pure and crackling. you leaned against the counter, purposefully arching just a little, watching his pupils darken, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again. "oh? what’s so distracting about them?"
his laugh was rough, almost a growl. "you're kidding, right?" he set the glass down with a soft clink and stood, all broad shoulders and that cocksure swagger that made you weak. his gaze flicked down, lingering, burning. "they're perfect. soft, full... hell, your nipples could cut glass right now."
your breath hitched, heat pooling low as he stepped closer, his hand brushing yours on the counter. "dean..." you warned, but it was half-hearted at best.
"nah," he murmured, voice husky, tipping his head to look at you through thick lashes. "been thinking about them all night. all week. hell, probably longer than that."
his hand rose, slow and deliberate, calloused fingers hovering just over your chest. you didn’t move, didn’t breathe, as his thumb ghosted over the peak of one nipple, the faintest touch sending sparks through you.
"so sensitive," he muttered, almost to himself. "bet they'd feel incredible in my mouth."
you bit your lip hard, trying to hold back the whimper clawing its way out. "you're all talk," you managed, though your voice trembled, giving you away.
that was all the permission he needed. his hand cupped your breast fully, thumb circling over your nipple through the fabric. he pressed his hips against yours, letting you feel just how worked up he was. "all talk?" he echoed, smirking. "sweetheart, i'm just getting started."
he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, his other hand sliding up to join the first, kneading, teasing. his thumb and forefinger pinched lightly, rolling the hardened peaks, pulling a gasp from you that he swallowed greedily.
you broke the kiss, panting. "dean," you moaned, arching into his touch. "fuck, don't stop."
"wasn't planning to," he growled, tugging your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion. his breath caught as he took you in, bare and flushed, nipples pebbling under the cool air. "jesus, you're gorgeous."
his lips descended on you, hot and insistent. his tongue laved over one nipple, then the other, sucking them into his mouth, sharp teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you tighter against him, his hard cock pressing into your stomach through his jeans.
he dropped to his knees without hesitation, tugging your pants down as he went. his mouth didn’t stray far, lips brushing the soft underside of your breast, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that made your head spin.
"dean," you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him back up to kiss you again, messy and desperate. "need you. now."
his grin was wicked, eyes dark and filled with a hunger that promised he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. "oh, i’ll take my time, sweetheart," he murmured, hands sliding up to cup your breasts again, thumbs brushing over your nipples as his mouth claimed yours. "got a lot of worshipping to do."
𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻…. jensen ackles’ controversially young gf
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baby!reader is a vision, a beauty whose presence lights up every room she enters. her charm is undeniable, but it’s the warmth beneath her polished exterior that makes her irresistible to jensen. she carries herself with a grace that captivates him, yet there’s an underlying playfulness that keeps him enchanted. she is his haven, the one who pulls him away from the stress and chaos of his world with a single smile.
she has a way of grounding him, of making him forget the pressures of fame and the relentless gaze of the public. when she steps into their home, it’s as if the noise outside ceases to matter. her laughter fills the spaces, her delicate fingers running through his hair as they talk late into the night. she is his peace, the calm in his storm, and he can’t get enough of the way she makes him feel truly at ease.
to the world, baby!reader is poised and confident, someone who seems to have it all together. but in jensen’s arms, she’s his girl, vulnerable and sweet. she loves how he looks at her—not just as the stunning woman everyone admires, but as the person he cherishes. she thrives in their quiet moments together, slipping into his arms after long days, her head resting on his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
their intimacy is another refuge. jensen adores the way she melts under his touch, her body yielding to him with a trust that makes his heart race. baby!readerloves being his haven, too, knowing that she can offer him a softness the world rarely sees. she revels in the way his hands explore her, how he worships her body like she’s a masterpiece.
in public, they keep their affection subtle, but in private, she’s his everything. baby!reader thrives on being his muse, his escape, the woman who makes him laugh, love, and feel alive. she loves sending him playful texts during the day, cheeky photos that hint at what awaits him when he gets home. and when he does, the world outside fades, leaving only the two of them tangled in sheets, lost in each other, her every sigh a testament to the sanctuary they’ve found in one another.
the bar wraps around you like a cocoon of low light and hushed conversations, the sting of being stood up slowly fading under the rhythm of live music. you tap your fingers against your glass, eyes drifting toward the stage as the man with the guitar commands every inch of the space he occupies. his presence is magnetic, his voice deep and rich, like whiskey poured over rough-cut stones. each lyric he sings curls through the air, finding its way to you, resonating in a way you didn’t expect.
when the first set ends, the applause feels distant, like a backdrop to the moment unfolding between the two of you. he steps down, his gaze steady, dark eyes locking onto yours as he strides over with the kind of confidence that doesn’t ask for permission—it takes.
leaning on the bar beside you, he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, his eyes roam your face, taking you in, like he’s savoring the moment before diving in. finally, he breaks the silence, voice low, rough around the edges. “didn’t think someone like you would be here alone.”
“blind date,” you say, shrugging, trying to play it cool even though his presence is doing funny things to your pulse. “he didn’t show.”
his smirk is slow, predatory. “his loss,” he murmurs, leaning closer until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “mind if i keep you company?”
you tilt your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “depends,” you tease. “are you any good at it?”
he chuckles, the sound a deep, vibrating thing that makes your stomach twist in anticipation. “how about you meet me in the back after the next set, and i’ll show you?”
the boldness of his proposition sends a thrill racing through you, but you keep your composure, giving him a slow once-over. “if you play good, maybe.”
his grin widens, teeth flashing under the dim light. “better save me a spot.”
he turns, heading back toward the stage, leaving you with the lingering heat of his words. when he plays again, every chord seems sharper, every lyric aimed at you, pulling you deeper into the night’s spell. it’s impossible to deny the pull, the magnetic force drawing you toward the promise of something unexpected, something exciting.
as the set ends, you find yourself moving before you can second guess. the crowd seems to blur around you as you make your way to the back, heart pounding a rhythm that matches the music still echoing in your head. the dressing room is small, intimate, and he’s waiting for you, leaning against the frame with a casual ease that belies the intensity in his eyes.
“thought you might change your mind,” he says, his voice softer now but no less commanding.
“i don’t make a habit of backing out,” you reply, stepping closer, the space between you shrinking with every heartbeat.
he doesn’t hesitate. his hand finds your waist, pulling you against him, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s firm, deliberate. it’s the kind of kiss that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, each movement of his mouth a blend of control and passion. you melt into him, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as the kiss deepens, a slow burn that makes your toes curl.
his other hand skims up your back, fingers pressing gently into the curve of your spine, grounding you in the moment. the taste of him is intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, craving more of the way his lips move against yours, the way his breath mingles with yours in the space between.
“i never told you my name,” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down your spine. he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his lips curling into a soft smile. “it’s jensen.”
your lips part, a smile breaking through as you catch your breath. “y/n,” you offer, the sound of your name slipping easily into the space between you, a bridge between strangers and something more.
“y/n,” he repeats, like he’s testing it out, letting it roll off his tongue. “i like that.”
the way he says it makes your pulse jump, a simple affirmation that feels far more intimate than it should. his hands don’t leave you, staying firm at your waist, as though he’s afraid letting go will break the spell. you’re not sure you’d want him to.
“jensen,” you say softly, savoring the way his name feels in your mouth. the weight of it, the promise of something unknown and thrilling.
he smiles, a slow, lazy grin that makes your stomach flip. “you gonna let me kiss you again, y/n?”
you don’t bother answering with words, pulling him back in, your lips finding his with a renewed hunger. the night stretches ahead, filled with the possibility of more—more kisses, more whispers, more of whatever this is. and as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer still, you think maybe being stood up wasn’t the worst thing after all.
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the room feels alive with the weight of what’s about to happen. every breath you take is filled with jensen—his scent, his warmth, the sheer presence of him looming close. the air is thick, charged, as if the universe itself is holding its breath for this moment.
he stands over you, eyes hooded, gazing at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. his fingers, trembling yet steady, trace the outline of your jaw, down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he doesn't rush. every touch, every glance, feels deliberate, like he’s memorizing you, carving this moment into the depths of his soul.
"you're everything," he breathes, his voice rough, strained, filled with an emotion so profound it makes your heart clench. his hands slide over your shoulders, down your arms, encasing you in his warmth as he pulls you into his chest. you can feel the beat of his heart, strong, erratic, matching the rhythm of your own. "i've dreamed of this, of you, and now… now you're here."
you swallow hard, the weight of his words pressing against your chest, making it hard to breathe. "jensen," you whisper, your voice barely audible, thick with emotion. "i'm here. i'm yours."
his groan is low, guttural, like he’s been holding it in for too long, and finally, he lets it out. he cups your face, tilting it up so your eyes meet his. there's fire in his gaze, but also tenderness, a softness that makes your heart ache. "god, you're mine," he murmurs, almost reverently. "and i'm gonna show you just how much."
his lips descend on yours, not in a hurried clash but in a slow, searing kiss that leaves you breathless. it’s not just a kiss—it’s a promise, a claim. his tongue brushes against yours, teasing, coaxing until you're moaning into his mouth, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath mingling with yours. "i want you to feel every second of this, baby," he says, his voice a velvety rasp that sends shivers down your spine. "every touch, every kiss… i want it to stay with you, in you."
you nod, speechless, the depth of your desire making words feel inadequate. he steps back, slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he peels off his shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest, the hard lines of muscle, the dusting of hair that leads down to where you can see the bulge pressing against his jeans. your mouth goes dry, your body burning with need.
he kneels before you, his hands gliding over your thighs, spreading them apart as he places a kiss on your knee, then another, moving up, closer and closer to where you need him most. his eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his fingers dipping between your thighs, parting your folds to reveal your glistening heat. "look at you, already so wet for me."
"jensen," you whimper, your hips lifting off the bed, seeking his touch, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. "please… i need—"
"shhh," he soothes, leaning down to press his lips against your inner thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. "i know what you need, baby. and i'm gonna give it to you."
his mouth finally, finally finds your core, his tongue flicking out to taste you, a low groan vibrating through him as he licks a slow, deliberate path from your entrance to your clit. the sound, the sensation, it's too much, yet not enough, and you cry out, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him to you.
"fuck, you taste so good," he groans, his tongue circling your clit, his fingers sliding inside you, curling, finding that spot that makes you see stars. "so tight, so wet. you're fucking perfect, baby. just for me."
"yes," you gasp, your body writhing beneath his skilled mouth, the pressure building, coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. "just for you. always for you."
he growls against you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure crashing through you. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, his mouth relentless, driving you higher and higher until you’re teetering on the edge.
"jensen," you sob, your body tensing, every muscle taut, ready to snap. "i’m gonna—"
"cum for me, baby," he demands, his voice rough, urgent. "let me feel you. let me hear you."
his words, his voice, the sheer force of him, it’s too much, and you fall, crashing over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, your cries filling the room, echoing off the walls. he holds you through it, his mouth never leaving you, prolonging your pleasure, drawing out every last tremor until you’re a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
he crawls up your body, his eyes dark, his cock thick and heavy, pressing against your slick entrance. "i need to be inside you," he groans, his voice raw with need. "need to feel you wrapped around me, baby. can i?"
"yes," you breathe, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him to you. "please, jensen. i need you."
he pushes in, slow, inch by inch, the stretch making you gasp, the fullness making you moan. "fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his head falling to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. "so tight, so perfect. god, you're everything."
he starts to move, slow, deliberate, his hips rolling, his cock dragging against every inch of you, hitting spots that make you see white. "jensen," you moan, your nails digging into his back, your body arching into him, seeking more. "faster, please."
he picks up the pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "fuck, baby," he groans, his voice strained, every word a struggle. "you feel so fucking good. so tight, so wet. you’re gonna make me cum."
"i want it," you pant, your body trembling, the pressure building again. "i want to feel you cum inside me. please, jensen. please."
he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control slipping. "fuck, baby, i’m gonna—" his body tenses, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills into you, hot and thick, his groan low, guttural, raw.
you cling to each other, your bodies entwined, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high, the room filled with the sound of your heartbeats, your love.
~Lonely during his solo panel, Jensen calls Y/N out to join him on stage. Having nothing much to say, she lets her mind wander a little too far while watching him regaled the audience with stories from the old days on set.~
Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader
1,432 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Oral. A little Dom!Jensen. Lovely. Just lovely... | Originally published to Patreon December 2022
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The devil was on stage, sitting just a few feet away.
God, he looked delicious. Truly better than any man had the right to, especially clad in double denim. Y/N narrowed her eyes on him, her mouth watering as he gestured to the audience, animatedly recalling some stunt he’d pulled on set.
The crowd ate it up and he looked back at Y/N over his shoulder, giving her a wink.
She had no clue what he was saying, no idea what the question had been. There was only one thing on her mind, only one thing she could focus on.
Jensen.
Jensen, Jensen, Jensen… The devil in her mind, the monster in her sheets, the rocket between her thighs.
A flood of warmth washed down her body and Y/N shut her legs, squeezing them together tightly. She bit her lip as Jensen laughed, his voice booming through the speakers and her head.
“That’s a great question,” he said, licking his lips slowly and turning to look at Y/N. He smiled, all perfect teeth beneath a clipped, sexy beard. “You wanna take this one?”
She startled, nearly dropping the microphone in her hand. “Uh…” Sitting up quickly, she struggled to remember the question, but nothing was coming to her. She laughed lightly and shrugged. “Nah, you’re better at this than I am. Go on.”
He grinned at the crowd. “She’s right. I am.”
Y/N rolled her eyes in mock annoyance and the audience laughed.
Jensen turned away and all Y/N could see was his plump little ass, stretching the denim tight. She had warned him not to wear those jeans, nearly pulling him back into bed that morning as he got dressed.
He never listened to her.
And now she was in trouble.
The crowd clapped at some answer Jensen had given and he spun on his heel, turning towards the next fan in line.
“How are ya? What’s your name? What do you want from me?”
Y/N laughed. “How do you know she’s not here for me?” she asked, perking up so the world couldn’t see just how lost in lust she truly was.
Jensen shook his head and puffed out his chest. The thin black tee struggled beneath his jacket and her eyes shot right to his pert nipples, standing up and begging to be licked.
“No way,” he countered, nodding at the fan. “She’s all mine.”
The young woman nearly fainted and Y/N hid her face in her hands, pretending to be embarrassed for everyone in the room.
“Come on now… I’m waiting.”
Jensen cocked a brow and a hush fell over the crowd as many an erotically minded fan began tweeting the dominant exposition.
Y/N was right there with them, melting into herself as arousal spread. She felt her pulse quicken, her nipples harden. Her clit throbbed as Jensen cleared his throat and it took everything inside of her not to moan right there on stage.
Absently, she rubbed the microphone, her thumb and index finger circled tight around the black plastic.
Jensen leaned in, listening with a stern expression as the flustered fan asked her question.
Y/N heard none of it, staring at the thick rope of muscle on the side of his freckled throat and remembering what it felt like to feel his heartbeat throb against her lips. She shivered and bit down hard on her bottom lip, hopelessly distracted.
“Interesting…” Jensen straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, thinking up a safe answer. “Well…”
Y/N could feel the wetness pooling in her panties and she locked her knees together, sure that everyone could see the dampness seeping through her jeans.
Green eyes flickered over her face and plump lips lifted in a half grin.
He was the devil.
He knew exactly what was on her mind.
The lights warmed her cheeks but Jensen was warming everything else. With his eyes slyly on her, he fisted the hem of his tee and lifted it high, flashing his stomach to a needy world and a desperate Y/N. It was a tiny bit of skin, just a quick flap of dark fabric against smooth, creamy skin, but it was the last straw.
The microphone fell from her hand with a deafening thud.
Mindlessly aroused, Y/N slid off of her stool and moved towards him. Like a zombie, she dropped to her knees at his feet and looked up with wide, hazy eyes.
Stunned, Jensen’s jaw dropped an inch and his brow lifted again as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, cheeks reddening as her hands lifted to frame his hips.
“I think you know,” she answered softly, running her fingers along the edge of his jeans, caressing the soft patch of skin.
His breath quickened and she could see the outline of his cock as it lengthened in his shorts. She smirked and chewed her lip, moving her fingers down to the buckle of his belt.
With a gasp, he grabbed her wrists. His eyes flickered from hers to the crowd, unsure of what to do.
“We… Y/N… what the hell?”
She chanced a peek at the audience and then shrugged. Not a soul was moving, every fan shocked into silence and staring.
Y/N licked her lips slowly and tugged leather from metal. “Just relax,” she whispered.
His grip loosened. “But…”
The zipper fell slowly, the cool metal tight between her fingers. Y/N held his gaze, teasing with her ruby painted lips and pink tongue. “Let them watch…”
She tugged the denim from his hips, shoved his shorts down to his knees, and kissed her way up his inner thigh. Jensen hissed as her lips grazed the tip of his cock and the audience buzzed in a low voice, stunned.
Y/N dug her nails into his thighs and used her tongue to massage his cock, humming as it grew against her mouth. The taste of him drove her insane and she wiggled on her knees, stuck her ass out, moaned desperate and loud.
Jensen dropped his microphone and the thud echoed through the sound system. Y/N couldn’t hear a thing but his groans, her mind too clouded with lust and purpose.
“Fuck, baby…” He rocked against her face, nudging his cock against her lips. “Please…”
She obliged, fitting the soft circle of her mouth around him and sucking him deep inside. He stumbled on his feet, unsteady as he hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus!”
His hand found the back of her head and he pushed down, forcing her to take him deeper. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto the stage floor.
Giving in, Jensen thrust his hips, fucking her face with abandon. She swallowed what she could, caressed his shaft with her tongue, dug her fingers into his skin. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as he used her mouth like a fuck toy. His thick fingers tugged through her hair, moving her, sliding her back and forth over himself. He moaned loudly, his edging growl filling the auditorium.
“This what you wanted?” Jensen grunted. “Wanted me to use you while everyone watched?”
Y/N whimpered in reply as tears sprang to her pretty eyes.
Camera flashes lit her face and Jensen stared down at her, locking his gaze into hers.
“That’s it,” he sneered, “let me see it in your eyes…”
She struggled to keep her eyes wide even as her vision blurred with tears.
“Good girl.”
He exhaled heavily and quickened his pace. His upper lip twitched with effort and his shoulders curled inwards.
The rumble of the crowd grew louder as he pulled his cock from her mouth and wrapped his fist around it, jerking quickly.
“Open up.”
He grit his command and Y/N’s jaw dropped. Her tongue fell out and she tipped her head back, waiting for her reward.
Jensen growled deeply as he came, spurting his seed onto her tongue and across her flushed cheeks. He sprayed her face and she trembled with happiness, her cunt pulsing and dripping.
The fans erupted into thunderous applause and Y/N startled, gasping as the daydream faded away. She shook herself and shifted on her chair, still seated and clean.
Jensen waved a hand in front of her face, looking quite concerned. “You OK over there?”
Y/N swallowed hard and nodded. Her voice was high and tight with lust when she answered.
Warnings: Nsfw, contains smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, shyness, age gap, brat!fem/brat tamer!male, professor/student size difference, size kink, blowjob, fingering, almost getting caugth, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dominant/submissive, p in v, vanilla sex, rough sex, sliiight roleplay, slight forbidden love
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You walked to the now empty classroom. You had to meet up with your professor, Mr Ackles, about your attitude in class these days... laughing during lessons, not paying attention, and not doing your tasks. Mr Ackles looked very much pissed when he told you to come meet him after class.
"Take a seat." His eyes pratically burned holes through your skull as you walked in. His voice rough and husky, like he had just woken up, your body moving casually "Sure Mr Ackles" she scoffs sitting on the chair in front of the desk, your bratty attitude testing his patience.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath, before looking back up at you. He crosses his arms over his chest and speaks again, a bit more harsh. "You know why you're here, correct?" You sighed. "Maybe." You curse to yourself, trying to shut the hell up with your attitude.
He raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair, letting out a sharp exhale "Maybe is not an acceptable answer. You're here because you were being disruptive during class and didn't submit the homework that was given. Again." he rumbles. You open your mouth to talk back, but you stop yourself biting down on your lip, preventing words from flowing out.
He notices your behaviour, and his frown slowly becomes a scowl. "Are you going to say something, or are you just going to sit there in silence?" his green eyes burning into yours.
"Well, Mr Ackles, maybe I'm not so good during your lessons cause I'm bored." Words falling out of your lips before you even process, but damn, was Mr Ackles always that hot when pissed?
He scoffs at your words, clearly not amused by your attitude. "Bored? That's your excuse? You do realize it's your job to do the work, right?" his voice raspy now. "Not my job to make it interesting for you. I've caught you laughing in class and talking to your friends instead of working, more times than I can count. You're starting to get on my nerves, missy."
Your mind running at the nickname "Am I Mr Ackles?" You scoff, there's a moment of silence. Your heart starts racing. As he gets up from his seat, you shift in your seat, the skirt feeling suddenly shorter than ever and pretty tight.
He took a few steps closer to you. The look in his eyes was stern and they seemed colder than before. He spoke with authority. You could see him clenching his jaw... oh, the jaw clenching No focus. "Are you trying to piss me off, or are you just a natural?"
You can't help but press your thighs together under the little desk. "I'm not trying anything, Sir." You dare with that word. His eyes linger on your face for a moment before noticing your thighs being pushed together. His jaw clenches tighter as he quickly looks back up at your face and speaks again, sounding just as stern. "Is that right? Then why are you acting like a complete pain in the ass today, huh?"
"Oh really? I didn't notice." Your voice slightly higher, looking away from his taller figure while you shift onto your seat. Damn he looked hotter when stern and pissed. He stepped forward, now standing directly in front of you and leaned down on the desk so that he was leaning over you and staring you down.
"Oh, you most definitely are acting like a brat right now. And I have zero patience left for it. I'd watch your tone, little girl." You inhale deeply hearing him call you that, thighs helplessly pressing together. "I can't exactly concentrate on your lessons while you steal all my attention." She bites back, faking some sarcasm.
He raises an eyebrow at your comment, not expecting a snarky response like that from you. He can't help but notice your behaviour, and it makes him feel slightly flustered, although he doesn't let it show on his face. He leans a little closer to you, still speaking sternly. "Oh, are you saying I'm distracting you, hm?"
"Totally." You murmur, looking away, feeling him come closer. Fuck, was he testing you? 'Cuz you could actually fall for it. He smirked slightly at your answer, enjoying the fact that you were actually being honest for once. He leaned in even closer, his voice was a bit deeper as he spoke, but his tone still held the same authority. "And what is it exactly that's so distracting about me, hm?"
"You do know all the female audience at your lessons calls you Mr sexy right?" you ask, slightly losing yourself into his green eyes. No snap out of it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting you to actually say that out loud. he chuckled slightly, his expression turning into a cocky one as he spoke,
"Really? Called Mr. Sexy? I never knew about that." You nod, not expecting the change in his tone when he gets bit cocky, his hand running onto his trimmed beard. Your breath hitching when he leans in his big hands onto your desk as he supports himself, his face closer now breath slightly against your skin as he spoke, his cologne musky in your nostrils.
"And judging by the way you're sitting in your chair, I'm guessing you agree with the students." She remains silent, slightly biting her lip to keep quiet, unknowingly shifting in her chair. Again.
He notices your small reactions, and it makes him feel pleased. He smirks to himself before he decides to lean down even closer, "....And you're not even trying to deny it, are you? Why is that?" You swallow as every muscle he moves tests your limits, he might have noticed your hints.
He stands up from leaning on the desk and makes his way back to his chair, sitting down and gesturing for you to come closer. He waits for you to get up and stand in front of his desk. Standing in front of him almost makes you melt on the spot, clothes feeling uncomfortable now.
He leaned back on his chair, his legs spread slightly as he looked up at you. Damn he always pulled that move in class, of course you didn't pay attention. He noticed your body language, how you were shifting uncomfortably and how your clothes seemed to be fitted on you. He patted his knee. "Sit."
You keeps telling yourself not to before speaking out loud, your voice stammering without permission. Damn it "The others might come in..." He smirks slightly, enjoying how flustered you were becoming from his words and actions. he shook his head and leaned forward, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap, your back now pressed against his chest
"Don't worry about them. I locked the door, we won't be bothered. He looks up at you, his eyes scanning over your body again, now being closer to you "I wouldn't want us to be interrupted anyway." His rough hands onto your waist makes a shiver run down your spine, fighting to stay still onto his lap.
"Always thought you liked the bratty behaviour." you spoke mindlessly without noticing you actually were talking out loud. He chuckled at your comment, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "Bratty behaviour was fun the first few times, now it's just irritating. I prefer the more... honest version of you."
He then leaned closer again, his breath against your ear, now practically whispering in your ear, his voice deep and had a hint of huskiness, "And right now, it's like you're a completely different person. It's rather cute, actually.
You slightly lean with your elbows onto his desk, your back imperceptibly arching, you were having a hard time, almost giving up to the thrill. He notices your subtle movements, and he can't help but smirk at how responsive you are to his touch.
He leaned closer, his chest now pressing against your back as he puts his hands on your hips, slowly running his fingers over the exposed skin from the gap between your shirt and skirt "And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this more than I should... don't you think?"
You hum slightly, hiding your face into your arms, leaning onto the desk in front of her feeling his rough hands onto her thighs, legs slightly spreading his hands slowly tracing up and down your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. He can almost feel himself getting carried away, but he keeps his voice steady as he speaks, "You like my touch, don't you, dear? you're being so good for me now..." mischiefly
You shiver under his touch, it was a while since someone touched you like this, and you were enjoying it bit too much. "I'll remain the brat I am Mr Ackles" you murmurs, "or should I call you Sir?" you slightly joke, he smirks at your stubborn response, even though your body gives away your true feelings, and he slowly drags one of his hands up your inner thigh, his hand stopping when he reaches the edge of your skirt
"Oh, you can try. But I have a feeling you'll be a bit too distracted to act like a little brat when I'm done with you." He nips gently at your ear and speaks again, his tone lower now and his voice almost a growl. "I think I'd like it if you called me Sir." You shift in his lap, feeling him play with the hem of your skirt. You silently gasp, feeling his hardness pressed against your thighs.
He feels you squirm slightly in his lap, and he can't help but chuckle slightly, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. He takes a moment to press his hips against you so you can feel his growing hardness even more. He then whispers in your ear again. "Feels good, doesn't it? Can you feel what you're doing to me, hm?"
You gets all fidgety, legs slightly spreading more, giving him more access, you move your hips towards his. She whimpers, feeling his lips onto your neck. He notices you growing more flustered and restless, your body seeking more of his touch, and he can't help but feel pleased. He sucks on a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a small mark there before he speaks again. "You're so eager for my touch, hm?"
You gasp when he gets up all of sudden, setting you over the desk having you bent over it. You squirm lightly the sudden act. Now standing behind you, his hands roaming over your hips and up your sides, occasionally slipping under your shirt to brush against your skin. He leans down, his body pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear. "Now that's a sight. Bent over my desk, squirming for me. All needy, huh?"
You whine silently, murmuring, "Yes, Sir." He chuckles at your response, his hands trailing up your body to rest on your hips, his touch gentle but firm. He then pulls your skirt up your waist, revealing your panties. "God, you're so eager. You want this, sweetheart? Are you sure?" You breathe heavily, almost whispering. "Yes. Sir"
He hums, pleased to hear you finally give in. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he speaks again, his voice thick sending shiversdown your spine "That's what I like to hear missy" his hands slowly slide down your hips, and he grabs the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.
The desk was pretty tall, you had to stand on your tiptoes, your mind running with thoughts, interrupted when. He takes a step back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. Your hands grip the edges tensing in anticipation.
He then moves back to you, his body pressed up against your backside again, his hands grasping your hips tightly and his breathing a bit heavy as he speaks "You're so beautiful, you know that? I'm sorry I didn't notice until now." You gasp, feeling him pressing slightly to your entrance, such a tease oh my god. You whimper, jerking your hips to his.
Feeling you moving your hips against him , desperately seeking more. he leans down and kisses your neck, his breathing gets heavier as he murmurs against your skin "Tell me you want this"
You whimper "I want it" you squirm. "Sir, please" you whine, feeling him press himself to your. He can't hold back anymore, hearing you plead is driving him wild, he's never seen this side of you before and he is loving it. "Oh, I'm going to give it to you, baby." He tightens his grip on your hips even more and presses himself all the way inside, slowly filling you up.
You grip the edges of the desk whining softly feeling him swiftly entering you. You feel him stretching you out. He sighs finally feeling you around him, walls quivering around his lenght, You moan as he leans down, his chest lightly pressing against your back, his hardness shifting inside you. You shiver, as he starts moving, slowly pulling out and immediatly slamming back in.
He buries his face into your neck, setting a slow and deep pace, your moans getting noisy, head against the surface while you feel his lips onto your neck. As his teeth graze against your skin a soft yelp leaves your lips. His hand immediately clutches onto your mouth muffling your sounds to keep you quiet.
He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, gently squeezing, you silently plead while he thrusts into you, his hand gripping your neck. He groans, feeling your body shaking under his touch. His hand keeps a firm grip on your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to control your moans.
"Quiet, sweetie. We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You slightly shake your head, you feel his hips snapping against yours, deeply and precisely, hitting every right spot "Don't want anyone to know what we're doing in here..." He grunts as his thrusts get slightly more aggressive, the desk creaking under you.
He moves his hand away from your throat and grabs your hair, tugging it lightly to pull your head back against his shoulder. "You're so good for me, sweetheart. All bratty just minutes ago. Isn't that right?" he mutters in your ear, his voice raspy ad deep. You try to keep your moans get quiet but the just get more almost obscene. Your hands holding to his arm while your head rests onto his shoulder.
A deep moan leaves his lips, he grabs your hand kissing it softly before pinning it down on the desk next to your head, his other hand still holding your waist. "You're being so good for me..." His voice is full of desire and pleasure, you feel your insides twisting. Your orgasm suddenly reaching you as you cum around him squeezing tightly, your hands gripping the edges of the desk, knuckles getting white.
He groans feeling you squeeze around him almost cutting him in half while his hips stutters. Your hand goes to your mouth covering it, trying to silence your cries of pleasure. Your back arching as he snaps his hips harder against you, the skin slapping sounds along with groans fill the room. The desk creaking under you.
He groans throwing his head back, his eyes shutting for a moment. You squeeze your eyes closed feeling his hips picking up the pace moving faster. He keeps a steady rhythm with his hips, the sound of the desk creaking and your soft moans and whimpers are filling the room, making him even more desperate for you. he whispers again in your ear, his voice low and strained "You feel so good sweetheart."
His breathing gets heavier, he's getting close and he can't hold back any longer "I'm so close, you're gonna make me lose it..." he grunts has his hips stutters still hitting deep and fast. His hand slides under you getting to your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh while his other hand pulls your hips against his, chasing his orgasm. "Just a little more..." He groans as his pace becomes more desperate and erratic. Your breath heavy, whimpers timing with his thrusts.
His thrusts still deep but getting little sloppier, his deep silent groans arousing you even more. Hands holding you close to his body while you slightly tremble under him. "Oh god..." You moan loudly, his hand flying to cover your mouth while you cum again legs slightly convulsing. "You have to be quiet sweetheart, remember?" His breath irregular as yours while he keeps slamming into you.
You nod softly, pleading with your eyes, his release about to hit any seconds now "Almost there baby..." He grunts groaning, his movements desperate. The desk slightly moves with his thrusts while your moan into his hand, feeling him throb into you. Her whimper louder when you push yourself as deep as you can, your thrusts coming to a stop as you finally let go. Holding himself inside you, thick white ropes filling you up. He curses to himself, his chest heaving while he catches his breath.
He buries his face into your neck, trying to calm his breathing, his heart racing "That was incredible" his voice raspy. Yep, you totally agree with that. He can feel your body against his, and he can't resist the urge to move again, slowly rocking his hips into you. He moans quietly against your ear, his breath hot on your skin "You're so soft and warm, sweetheart." He can sense your body shaking and trembling, and he knows you're close. He leans down and kisses your neck again, his lips gently against your sensitive.
You moans out his name while he presses you and fucks you against the desk, the wood creaking "C'mon let go... it's the last one love" He whispers in your ear, his hands holding you in place while he thrusts into you from behind, Your leg fold upwards shaking as you feel the third orgasm approaching.
Your whines timing with his motions, doubling the pleasure when he holds your still, going deeper as your legs fold. You cum again squirting from the intense overstimulation. His hips slamming against you at the same time and stopping while you cum, his hands onto the desk supporting himself onto it. He leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to compose himself.
You tremble, whining as he pulls out, "How'd you expect me to focus on your lessons after this?" You murmur softly breathing heavily. You slowly hop down the desk, legs wobbly. He hands over some wet wipes. He chuckles, hearing your comment, he takes a step back, giving you a few moments to regain your bearings. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're going to find it very hard to concentrate now." He replies, a hint of a smirk on his face.
"At least I know how to achieve barely good grades." You joke, pulling your skirt down and your panties back up. He laughs at your joke, watching as you adjust your clothes, his eyes flickering over your body. "Well, maybe that's gonna give you a little extra motivation." He teases. "Aw Mr Ackles you mean you won't give me a good grade even if I give you head?" You looks at him, long lashes fluttering
He swallows hard as you look at him, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. He can't help but feel a little flustered by your blunt question. "Uh...well, umm...that's not exactly what I meant." He stutters a little, his mind racing with some not so appropriate thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You said you liked me better when being honest... want me to be?" you ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Eyes exploring his muscles, and you never noticed how built Mr Ackles actually was.
He feels your eyes roaming over his muscles, and he can hardly believe the effect you have over him. He swallows again, his throat feeling a little dry, before finally responding. "Uh... well, I mean... I do appreciate honesty, sure." He replies, his voice a little hoarse.
"I actually thought about giving you head more than I like to admit. I guess I was being a brat on purpose." You grin maliciously, shivers run down your spine as his authoritative eyes stop onto yours, blushing at the intense gaze looking at your hands to escape it. He can feel a surge of heat wash over him as you admit that to him, his eyes widening a little at your confession. His mind racing with thoughts and images of you. "You were... trying to get my attention, then?" He asks, his voice a little lower than usual, his eyes still fixed on yours.
You nod blushing a little more, he takes a small step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. "You have my attention now, sweetheart." His voice lower. "You mean you don't mind me being younger? or being your student?" You suddenly spoke without even acknowledging it, He's surprised by your question, but he doesn't hesitate to reply. "No, I don't mind at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Makes this whole situation a little...more exciting, don't you think?"
He chuckles softly seeing you blushing and trying to calm down, finding it absolutely adorable. He gently lifts your chin with his hand, making you look up at him. "You have no idea how beautiful you are when you're blushing like this, you know" he murmurs, his eyes roaming your face, taking in every small detail.
He glances at the clock on the wall, suddenly reminded of the time limit they have. he looks back at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Oh, we still have arround 30 min... any ideas what we could do in that time, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice dripping with innuendo.
"Guess we can fulfil my fantasies" You murmur, pushing him back on his chair and getting on your knees, practically under the desk
He's a little surprised by your sudden action, but he doesn't resist as you push him down into his chair. He watches you, a mixture of arousal and disbelief on his face as you kneel down between his legs."Oh, sweetheart, you're very eager, aren't you?" he says, his voice a little strained, his eyes watching you with an intense gaze.
Your little interaction is interrupted by a knock on the door "Mr. Ackles, you in there?"
Summary: While on shift at the firehouse, a severe migraine hits you hard—accompanied by the dreaded aura and vomiting. Matt and Kelly know exactly how to help, offering support and reassurance when you need it most. Though you insist you’re fine, they refuse to let you push through the pain alone, guiding you through the worst of it and making sure you rest.
Warnings: mentions of vomiting, nausea, needles and injections
It started as a dull throb behind your eyes, a familiar feeling that you tried to ignore. You had learned to push through migraines on shift before—after all, being at the firehouse was no place to show weakness. But today, the pain crept in faster than usual, quickly escalating into something unbearable.
The flashing lights and the sounds of the firehouse faded into the background as your vision started to distort. It was a warning sign that you knew all too well: the aura. Your hands shook as you tried to keep your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Each throb in your skull felt like an electric pulse, and the nausea was a relentless wave that threatened to overwhelm you.
You staggered to the back of the station, hoping to escape to a quieter area. But as you walked, the world around you spun—spinning faster than you could control. Panic crept in as you fought to steady yourself, but it was a losing battle. You could feel the sweat on your skin, the tightness in your chest. Then came the dreaded sensation of vomiting—your stomach turning in knots before you finally doubled over.
“Y/N!” The voice that broke through the haze was Kelly’s, followed by the sound of Matt’s heavy boots pounding toward you.
You managed to look up just as they reached you, concern written across both of their faces. Kelly was the first to reach you, gently guiding you into a chair while Matt held your shoulders steady, trying to keep you from collapsing under the weight of the pain.
“Hey, hey,” Kelly said softly, his hand warm and steady on your back. “Breathe. We’ve got you.”
You blinked up at him, the world still swaying and your vision a blur, but you didn’t want to show how bad it was. “I’m fine, Kelly. It’ll pass. I just need a minute.”
Matt crouched down in front of you, his hands on your knees. He was more than familiar with migraines—he knew how they could escalate in an instant, how they could leave you feeling completely helpless. “Y/N,” Matt said gently, his voice firm yet comforting, “I know it’s tough, but we’re not letting you push through this alone. It’s not worth it.”
You shook your head, trying to argue, but the words fell short. The aura was still making everything feel out of focus, and the nausea continued to roll in waves. Your stomach churned with each passing second, and the dizziness made it impossible to think clearly. You took a deep breath, still unwilling to admit just how bad it had gotten.
Matt didn’t push back. He knew you hated when things got out of control, but he also knew the signs. He looked at Kelly, and the two of them exchanged a silent understanding. Kelly nodded, then turned back to you.
“Y/N, you need to take your sumatriptan,” Kelly said, his tone calm but insistent. “It’ll help. We’ll make it as easy as possible for you, but you have to take it now.”
You looked at the small injection in Matt’s hand, the familiar sting of the needle already making your body tense. You hated the idea of taking it, the vulnerability it made you feel, but deep down, you knew it was the only thing that would give you any relief. You gave a reluctant sigh, not wanting to admit how bad the pain really was.
“Fine,” you muttered, holding out your arm, not meeting either of their eyes. “Just… just get it over with.”
Matt’s expression softened as he prepared the needle, then gently administered it into your arm. The sting was sharp, but it was over quickly. He didn’t say anything at first—he just sat back and rubbed your shoulder, letting you adjust to the sudden wave of warmth that came with the medication.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice strained and hoarse from the vomiting. You hated that you needed the help, but it was a relief to know that Matt and Kelly were there, that they wouldn’t let you fall apart alone.
“Of course, Bug,” Kelly said, his voice soothing as he ran a hand through your hair. “We’re here. You just need to rest. It’s okay to take a break.”
Matt stood up slowly and gently helped you to your feet, his hand never leaving your back. “You’re not going back to work, Y/N. Not while you’re like this. Let’s get you to my office so you can rest.”
You tried to protest, tried to tell them you were fine, but your body wasn’t listening. The medication was kicking in, but it hadn’t fully taken hold yet, and the pain was still strong. Kelly and Matt didn’t give you the chance to argue. They guided you to Matt’s office, a quiet, dimly lit space away from the chaos of the firehouse. Kelly helped you settle into the worn-out couch, his touch gentle as he tucked a blanket around you.
“You’re going to rest, okay?” Matt said, sitting beside you. His eyes were soft with concern. “I’m going to stay right here with you. You don’t have to push through this on your own.”
You closed your eyes, trying to block out the world. “I’m fine,” you muttered again, but the words were weak, and you knew they weren’t true. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in, the relief slowly beginning to take hold.
Kelly smiled, his voice warm as he gently rubbed your back. “We know. Just close your eyes. We’ve got it from here.”
Matt pulled up a chair beside the couch, never taking his eyes off you, staying vigilant but calm as he kept a hand on your arm. The minutes passed slowly, but gradually, the world started to return to its usual clarity. The sharp pain in your skull began to dull, replaced by a softer ache. The nausea, too, began to subside.
“Better?” Matt asked quietly after some time, his voice full of that unspoken care you had come to rely on.
You nodded, your body feeling lighter, the worst of the migraine now behind you. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Much better.”
Kelly’s hand stayed resting on your shoulder, his touch still warm and comforting. “You just needed a little time, Bug. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Matt smiled softly, his gaze steady on you. “You’re strong, but it’s okay to lean on us when it gets tough. We’ll always be here.”
As the pain receded and your body began to relax, you allowed yourself to sink into the softness of the couch, comforted by the presence of Matt and Kelly. The firehouse might be busy, chaotic, and loud, but in this small, quiet space, you knew you were safe. You weren’t alone. And for once, that was enough.
Guys I’m back kinda, I thought I’d share this - since I haven’t been all that active I’ve been back at work. Only a month to go! But I hope you all enjoy this and thank you for all of the continuous love on my other Chicago fire fics! 🫶🏻
Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; stucky x female reader
summary: You hope that your solid plan to pay back your brother’s debt will be accepted by the dangerous businessmen slash mobsters. Steve and Bucky see holes in your plan and offer you a different solution.
warnings: dark Steve Rogers dark Bucky Barnes; dub-con; manipulation; forced orgasm; blowjob; deepthroating; power imbalance; explicit sexual situations; praise kink; breeding kink;
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The bunker is quiet in the early hours, the kind of silence that feels almost sacred before a hunt. You're seated on the edge of your chair in the library, your gear laid out neatly on the table in front of you. Sam stands behind you, tall and focused, his fingers weaving through your hair with practiced ease.
It started as a practical thing. Sam had been the one to point out, after a close call with a wendigo, that long hair could be a liability. "If it grabs you, it’s game over," he had said, his brow furrowed in concern. You’d rolled your eyes, but his logic was sound. Since then, every time the three of you prepared for a hunt, Sam would quietly take it upon himself to braid your hair.
His hands are gentle but firm, his touch grounding you as he sections your hair into three even parts. "Tilt your head forward a little," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. You comply, letting the weight of the day ahead settle on your shoulders, but his presence eases the tension creeping into your chest.
"You don’t have to do this every time, you know," you say, though your voice lacks conviction. Truth is, you’ve come to look forward to this small ritual. The intimacy of it, the way Sam’s large hands handle you with such care—it’s become something you cherish.
“Yeah, I do,” he replies simply, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t have some demon yanking you around by your hair. Not on my watch.”
You let out a soft laugh, but the warmth in your chest is undeniable. Sam works methodically, his fingers twisting and looping with precision. His calloused hands are at odds with the tenderness of his actions, and you find yourself relaxing under his touch.
"Where’d you even learn to do this?" you ask, glancing up at him through the corner of your eye.
Sam’s lips quirk into a sheepish smile. "Jess," he admits softly. “She used to ask me to braid her hair sometimes. Said I was better at it than she was.” His voice carries a faint wistfulness, but it’s not heavy. It’s a memory he holds close, one he’s allowed to share with you.
You hum in response, a quiet acknowledgment that feels like enough. Sam finishes with a secure tie at the end of the braid, giving it a gentle tug to make sure it’ll hold. He steps back to admire his handiwork, his hazel eyes scanning your face with a quiet kind of pride.
“There,” he says, his voice tinged with satisfaction. “Good to go.”
You reach up, your fingers brushing over the braid, and flash him a small smile. “Thanks, Sam.”
He shrugs, but there’s a softness in his expression that betrays how much he cares. “Anytime.”
As you stand and gather your gear, you can feel the braid trailing down your back, a reminder that Sam always has your back—no matter what.
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The clock on your nightstand glows a soft 3:14 AM, and the quiet of your home feels stifling. You sit curled up on the couch, your hands gripping a steaming mug of tea you made but haven’t touched. The TV hums low in the background, playing a rerun of some crime show you aren’t really watching.
You’ve tried everything—reading, pacing, even counting sheep—but nothing shakes the unease that’s been crawling under your skin since you woke up from the nightmare.
Your fingers hover over your phone, debating. It’s late. You shouldn’t bother him. But the thought of his voice, steady and sure, is too tempting. Before you can overthink it, you dial his number.
The phone barely rings twice before Sam picks up.
“Hey, everything okay?” His voice is steady but laced with concern, the kind he tries to mask but never quite manages when it’s you.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, not wanting to worry him. “I just… I needed to hear your voice.”
There’s a beat of silence, and you can practically see the way his brows knit together, that soft furrow he gets when he’s trying to figure you out. “Where are you?” he asks, his tone shifting, low and determined.
“I’m at home,” you admit, feeling a little silly now for calling. “I just—I don’t know. I had a bad dream, and I didn’t want to be alone.”
“You should’ve started with that,” he says, and there’s the sound of movement on the other end. Keys jangling. A door opening.
“Sam, it’s late,” you protest, though your chest tightens with relief at the thought of him coming. “You don’t have to—”
“Doesn’t matter,” he cuts you off gently but firmly. “You’re my priority.”
The words hit you harder than you expect, and you press your lips together, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re gonna spoil me, you know that?”
His soft chuckle comes through the line. “Too late for that.”
Not even thirty minutes later, there’s a knock at your door. You barely make it to the entryway before he steps in, his hair slightly tousled, jacket half-zipped, and his eyes scanning you like he’s making sure you’re okay.
You don’t even wait for him to speak. You step forward and wrap your arms around him, and he pulls you close, holding you like he has no intention of letting go.
“I told you it wasn’t a big deal,” you mumble against his chest, though you don’t let go.
“It’s a big deal if it’s you.”
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