There’s a long list of terrible things that she’s done in her life. She stole a tube of lipstick from the drug store when she was in the 6th grade, hooked up with her roommate’s crush on her birthday, lied to her mom about having to work so that she didn’t have to go home for Christmas, and now she’s fucking one of her clients, who also happens to be a married man.
She thinks stealing the object of her roommate’s affection tops that list.
Before the door to her condo even closed, her hands were deftly working his belt undone and shoving his leather jacket to the floor, and his tongue was in her mouth. She got his pants open and his cock in her hands within two minutes before pushing him back to land on her chaise.
Now he’s under her, upright, one long leg thrown off to the side, big black boot planted firmly on the hardwoods, and she’s working her hands up under his t-shirt, pushing her body down until her mouth is on his skin.
There’s a long list of terrible things that she’s done in her life. She stole a tube of lipstick from the drug store when she was in the 6th grade, hooked up with her roommate’s crush on her birthday, lied to her mom about having to work so that she didn’t have to go home for Christmas, and now she’s fucking one of her clients, who also happens to be a married man.
She thinks stealing the object of her roommate’s affection tops that list.
Before the door to her condo even closed, her hands were deftly working his belt undone and shoving his leather jacket to the floor, and his tongue was in her mouth. She got his pants open and his cock in her hands within two minutes before pushing him back to land on her chaise.
Now he’s under her, upright, one long leg thrown off to the side, big black boot planted firmly on the hardwoods, and she’s working her hands up under his t-shirt, pushing her body down until her mouth is on his skin.
He combs his fingers through her smooth, sleek tresses, twisting and pulling. The sting in her scalp makes her hiss, and he chuckles and pulls tighter. She nips and licks at the skin of his lower belly as she squeezes his hard length in her hand. Then she’s licking him from base to tip and swirling her tongue around to gather the moisture there.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, loosening and tightening his grip in her hair, making knots and snarls. He looks lazy above her, eyes hooded and lips parted just enough to show the edges of gleaming white enamel and the slide of his tongue just behind it. She wants him to tear into her with those perfect teeth, drink her down, then lick himself clean.
She closes her lips around him and slides her tongue up and down, getting him wet, pulling up and enclosing his base in her small fist.
“What a good girl,” he murmurs, as she bobs up and down, twisting and squeezing her hand. She meets his gaze and shivers. He’s watching her intently with a small, serene smile, his eyes anything but calm. Then he pulls tighter on her hair. “Get back up here.”
Her belly flips and she obeys. She loves submitting to big, beautiful men. This man has at least 10 inches in height and 80 pounds on her and a face that meets DaVinci’s proportions of perfection. She can’t say no to him.
She slowly crawls over him, pushing his t-shirt up as she goes, taking in every exposed inch of his perfectly made body. He’s thick and solid and he looks – and feels – incredibly strong. He raises his heavy arms, so she can remove the t-shirt completely, and then he’s bare to her. She runs her hands over his broad shoulders and down his chest, over his solid rib cage and abs.
He grips her bare knees and slides his hands up under her short, flouncy leather skirt, easily maneuvering her to straddle his thighs, sliding his hands up until he’s slipping two fingers inside her thong to stroke her wet slit.
“Nice and wet,” he states plainly, holding her eyes with his – chaos and promise swirl in those deep emerald lakes. “Can’t wait to get on my dick, can you?”
The flutter in her belly when his strong, warm hand enveloped hers on their meeting has blossomed into a throbbing ache in her cunt and she needs something inside her to soothe that ache. She tries not to whimper, closes her eyes, rutting against his knuckles sliding in her slick. She curls her fingers around the denim of his open jeans and just feels him.
“Look at me,” he commands her attention, and her eyes fly open. Her breath is shaking. His voice alone has her in tatters in his lap.
The hand that isn’t teasing her cunt is fisting his hard cock. “Take it.” She’s panting breath and licking her lips. He smiles with a slow sway of his head as he releases himself and grasps her delicate wrist.
They’re both mostly clothed but dabbling on the edge of each other’s most intimate parts. The contrast between the illicit nature of their encounter and the restraint of the moment makes her feel like exploding right there. Then he pushes his middle finger into her, and the cool, metallic slide of his ring along her wet, heated lips has her clenching around him.
He laughs quietly as he pulls her into him by the back of her neck, his fingers wrapping around the column and his thumb resting at the hollow of her throat. He kisses her long and deep. “Put me right here,” he mutters around her lips, swirling his thick fingers in her wet. “Not inside, yet – just slide over it.” He pulls his finger out and wraps his hand around the thin scrap of satin and yanks until it snaps. She blissfully does what she’s told.
“Are we… we didn’t talk about protection,” she breathes, slipping wetly over his thick, solid length, dipping as she pushes backward to drag her swollen clit in an agonizing path. She looks him in the eye and he shakes his head.
“Too late now,” he mutters and his eyes and voice soften. “I’m good if you’re good.” His thumb brushes the delicate skin of her collarbone.
She lets out a sigh of relief and nods. “I’m good,” she replies and picks up her pace.
She wants to tilt her hips just enough to get him inside her, but he told her not to and she’s not about to go against his commands. “You wanna come?” he asks softly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, unzipping the side of her leather tube top. He kisses her jaw and presses his thumb along the straining muscles in her neck.
She nods, her breath labored and her knuckles aching with the pressure of her grasp on his jeans as she frantically slides over him. “Do it,” he whispers.
She pushes down over her clit and rotates her hips, steadying herself with one hand braced on his shoulder. When he pulls the thin skin of her neck between his teeth and sucks, she’s coming against him, crying out, clenching emptiness.
He gets her top off and tosses it aside. “No bra,” he observes, his eyes flick to meet hers pointedly. “Dirty girl.”
He reaches up and lightly slaps one breast then pinches and pulls the nipple. She gasps, clenching her thighs around his hips and thrusting into him. God, she wants him inside her right now and she wants him to hurt her a little.
“You walked around that party all night in that short little skirt and nothin’ but a thong to stop me from doing this.” He slides a hand between her legs and immediately pushes two fingers inside her and curls them upward. “Come to find out, you weren’t even wearin’ a bra… tsk tsk.” He drags his other hand from her neck over her collarbone to cup and squeeze her breast. “Such a tease.” He releases her breast then pulls and pinches and twists her nipple hard.
“Look at you, ridin’ my fingers,” he speaks, his voice deep and on the edge of taunting. “You already came, so greedy.” He grips the back of her neck again, holding her in place then pulls his wet hand from between her legs and slaps each breast twice, leaving behind faint pink impressions and slick from her cunt. She’s breathless and gasping for air.
“No shame,” he says, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth, pulling it between his lips and swirling his tongue around, tasting the wet that he left behind. His grip on her neck tightens and she digs her fingers into his bare shoulders, grinding against him
He’s mouthing one nipple and twisting the other between thumb and finger. “A’right, enough playin’,” he says, licking and sucking her nipple, gathering her against him and pushing off the chaise to stand. Her legs wrap around him and the leather of her skirt and the denim of his jeans chafe against each other and her bare skin. “Let’s get that wet little pussy around my dick.”
He crosses the room to the wide open double doorway to her bedroom, taking the three steps up into the room and depositing her on her bed. “Get that skirt off,” he says, striding toward the chair facing the foot of her bed. He unlaces and removes his boots and socks and kicks them to the side. By the time he’s shucking his jeans to the floor, she’s naked and pulling the covers of her bed down.
She doesn’t see him move but she feels him wrap one big hand around her ankle and drag her to the foot of the bed. “Hands and knees,” he says, and she scrambles to do what she’s told. “Good girl.” He gently smoothes his hands up her back and down her bronzed and creamy sides, dipping his head to place wet kisses and nips along her spine. He traces the inked designs on her back with his tongue and wraps his long thick fingers around her hips, digging into her hipbones, his thumbs sliding down the crack of her pert ass.
She gasps and pushes back into him. “You like that?” he asks with a smile in his voice. “Like a little assplay, sweetheart?” His thumbs slide deeper between her cheeks and she hangs her head and groans. “Hmm,” he hums, pulling her cheeks apart and dropping his head to spit. “Just a little?” he taunts, rubbing his saliva around the tight ring of muscle with one broad thumb tip.
She groans louder and pushes back onto his thumb. “Not just a little,” he chuckles, pressing the tip of his thumb inside. “Shit, did I win the goddamn lottery? Do I get to fuck this sweet little ass?”
“Oh, my god,” she moans and whines and makes all the undignified noises of a wanton whore. And she couldn’t give a shit less.
“Well, we’ll see, huh?” he says. Then his knees hit the floor and she feels his hot breath ghost her wet. “Open up.” He slaps the inside of each knee and she spreads as far as she can until her cunt is on his mouth.
She hears him groan as he dives into her, over and over. She settles onto her forearms, her cheek buried in down, to give him better access and he holds her open as he eats her. The very thought of how she must look, face down, ass up, an obscene display of submission, makes her begin to flutter anew.
“Fuck, you’re a mess,” he mutters into her cunt, fucking her with his tongue, fingers rubbing her clit, his thumb still anchored in her ass. Then he’s tapping her clit with his fingers and sucking at her opening.
Tap rub tap tap tap rub
Each wet tap and rub is harder, more insistent, and he alternates between fucking and sucking her cunt until her toes are curling and her back is arching and she’s coming, vibrating around his tongue and weeping into the down comforter.
He doesn’t give her time to recover, she’s convulsing beneath him as he stands, holding her in place. “I wanna feel that,” he says, guiding himself inside her and pulling her back onto him. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, stilling, feeling her clamping and spasming. He throws his head back, holds one of her hips, and slides a hand from her tailbone up her spine to grip her shoulder.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, returning his gaze to see her slumped under him. Her back rises and falls with each heavy pant. He drapes himself over her. “Y’okay?” he asks, and she nods and sighs.
“So good,” she whispers, rolling her hips and reasserting her stance beneath him. He pushes in deeper and she feels herself stretch to accommodate him.
He kisses her cheek and rises to stand again, gripping her shoulder with one hand and stroking her belly with the other. He thrusts, and she feels every firm slide, every inch and curve of him.
The soft cotton of the comforter rasps against her abused nipples as her full breasts sway from front to back in a rhythm set by his increasing force. “Yes,” she gasps when he starts to bang into that spot at her front wall, pressing with his full hand over her belly and her clit.
He’s relentless but deliberate and she feels herself turning liquid. He draws his hand back from her belly to smack her ass – once, twice, three times – loud and hard, and she’s coming hard enough for both of them.
“Shit!” He grits his teeth and rails her, bruising her hip and shoulder. He shouts her name when he comes, spilling inside her hot and deep.
Under the hot, steady spray of water in her steam shower, he massages every inch of her body with coconut scented suds. His hands are strong and capable in their movements, and she thinks he probably could’ve been a doctor or a physical therapist with the obvious dexterity he possesses.
“You could charge for this, ya know,” she mutters, resting against the wall of muscle behind her. His chest pillows her head, so she feels more than hears the rumble of his quiet chuckle, as he draws soapy circles on her soft belly.
“Nah,” he says, sliding a hand down between her legs and one long, soapy finger up between the crack of her ass. “Reciprocity’s much more satisfying.” Her nudges his fingertip at the tight ring of muscles and she holds her breath. He hums into her neck and kisses her. “Breathe,” he whispers into her ear, palming her cunt and slowly pushing his middle fingertip inside her back entrance.
She draws a shaky breath, wraps one hand around the back of his neck, and lifts her foot to rest on the bench beside them as water rains down over her breasts and belly. “That’s good,” he says, working his finger further inside, pressing the heel of his palm over her clit and rotating. He pulls the shell of her ear between his teeth then blows air across it, and she shivers.
He’s meticulously readying her, caring for her, and it takes her mind on a spiraling journey. It stings but it feels good to know he’s doing it. He really could charge for this.
Once he gets his finger all the way in, he twists and she inhales sharply at the slight pain. “Shh,” he says. “Just a little prep.” Then he’s removing his finger, kissing her shoulder, washing his hands, and rinsing her clean.
He turns her to face him, her back to the fall of water and dips his head to kiss her mouth. “Let’s go get in that big bed of yours,” he says.
“Okay,” she replies, running her hands up his torso then out across his chest, and placing a kiss to his collarbone. He hugs her with one arm as he twists the water off with his free hand. Their bodies slide together as he kisses her again.
She’s breathless when she slides from his embrace to open the shower door and reach for a towel. “Here.” She hands him a towel and grabs one for herself. When she turns to face him, he’s fully nude, unashamed, and dripping, rubbing his wet head with the fluffy, white towel and watching her. She swallows slow and thick.
Every moment with him pushes her further and further to the edge of her mental boundaries, which is what she loves about every heady second. She doesn’t have a lot of rules, per se, mostly because she likes taking risks, so this whole affair is intoxicating and invigorating. And he’s the one in charge.
She wants to push back.
“So,” she starts conversationally, her eyes roaming the slopes and planes of his body, landing on his straining erection. “When am I gettin’ somethin’ bigger than your finger in my sweet little ass?” She blinks innocently, dabbing at her wet hair, and his eyes harden and flame.
He straightens his stance, chin up, eyes staring her down. He tosses the towel aside and strides toward her, licking his lips like something wild, and her stomach does a whole somersault. There isn’t much difference between the nurturing creature from three minutes ago and the feral beast about to pounce on her – the measured cadence of every movement and word and the fierce quality of control are present in both personae.
She backs out the bathroom door into her bedroom, dropping her damp towel to the floor and almost tripping over an errant shoe. The sense of not knowing what he’ll do next makes her nicely uneasy.
“Pick up your towel, smartass, things’re ‘bout to get messy.”
She bends and scoops up the discarded towel, and he stalks her as she backs toward her rumpled bed until the backs of her knees hit the raised mattress.
“Should probably make yourself comfortable while ya still can,” he says, taking a turn and heading toward her nightstand once she’d hopping onto the bed. He slides the top drawer open and makes a sound of victory then produces a bottle of lubricant. He grins wide and wiggles it between thumb and middle finger with enthusiasm. “Toys?” She just breathes for a moment, watching his naked body flex and strain with every movement.
He snaps to get her attention. “Honey, we’re gonna need more than just my fingers to get you ready for my dick, I promise you that.” He pops the cap on the lube and squeezes a little into his hand then strokes himself a few times. “I mean…” he pauses and looks pointedly at the hard cock wrapped in his fingers.
“I see,” she breathes and arches a brow; it’s not like she didn’t already know this, but his statement of the obvious is a turn on. “Under the bed. There’s a basket.”
“Of course, there is,” he grins then squats to flip the covers up, quickly finding what he’s looking for. He sorts through the items then tosses a vibe and a butt plug onto the bed. “That oughtta do it.” He stands and pats the pillows. “I said get comfy.”
She crawls to the head of the bed and burrows into the mound of fluffed pillows. “Roll to your side,” he orders, running his warm hands down her arm and over her hip as she obeys. For several moments, he just touches her, humming something in a minor key and she starts to drift. Then he pushes her top leg and hip forward, baring her cunt and making access to her ass easier for him.
He stands over her, pressing her knee into the mattress and lightly running fingers along her slit. She’s already wet obviously and the more he teases, dipping his fingers inside and dragging moisture up to toy with her tighter hole, the wetter she is.
“Let’s get you to come again first.” His voice is quiet and melodic. He places one knee on the bed and dips to lick her from hole to hole to clit, circling, then dragging his tongue down to push inside her cunt. He pulls her clit between his lips, and she hears the small vibrator he’s chosen. “You use this on yourself?” he asks, lightly running the live toy where his tongue left traces of his saliva and her slick.
“On occasion,” she answers her breath catching in her throat.
He slips the toy inside where she’s starting to seep wet and angles it so he’s rubbing directly over her g-spot. “Touch yourself,” he says, stroking the spot over and over and turning up the vibe speed. She does and within 30-seconds she’s coming. “Good girl.” He kisses her cheek before removing the buzzing toy and changing its position.
He drags the vibrator back to where she’s tight, holds it over her hole and waits. She clutches her hands into fists, her breath shakes, and her hips thrust. She wants to say something – a promise, a threat, a prayer – but all that comes out are vowel sounds and the occasional stutter over his name.
“How’s that?” he asks, switching the vibe off and replacing it with a lubed finger.
“Good,” she answers with a tightness in her voice that betrays her.
“Really?” he teases, circling the hole he’s trying to open. “’Cause it looks like you’re white knucklin’ it, babe.” His fingertip is more insistent, but his other hand moves to stroke and squeeze the muscles in her legs and hip. He dips his head to kiss her temple and lingers. “Let go,” he whispers. “That’s why we’re here, remember?”
She sighs and nods and takes another deep breath. She unclenches her fists and everything else and closes her eyes to just let him touch her, let him take her. She feels his ring finger slide in to the second knuckle and he gets more lube.
“See what I mean about makin’ a mess?” he laughs lightly, twisting and pushing the finger into her until his fist is flush with her ass cheeks. After a couple of slow passes, he says, “grab that towel.” He pulls his finger out of her. “Then lie on it.”
He climbs onto the bed, pumping his hard cock in his hand, watching her get settled on the towel. “Let’s try this.” There’s a necessarily benevolent facet in his tone. He lifts her legs by the calves and places them on his shoulders, sliding under her until his knees are framing her hips. Then he’s got the lube again and he’s coating her with it. He hugs one thigh to his chest as he pushes his ring finger back into her ass in one push. She gasps lightly, but it isn’t painful – she likes the stretch.
“See?” he says, smiling down at her, caressing and kissing her knee. “Good, right?” His thumb rests over her clit, then, and he pushes with a second finger. There’s a sting with this, but it’s good and she tries to push onto his hand. He won’t let her, though.
“No, no, baby,” he says, smoothing a hand down her thigh. “Let Daddy drive.”
She squeezes her eyes shut tight and huffs a breath of air. “I just want-” she grits her teeth and tries to breathe. They had a plan going into this – the anal is a bit of an offshoot – but the plan was that he was in control. She knows she needs to settle down.
“I know,” he says, pushing a second finger in nice and slow, adding lube, twisting gently. “And we’ll get there. You need a lesson in patience, little girl.” His voice at the end is stern and she knows where it’s coming from and what he means. She made him an offer and a promise and she’s bordering on brattiness. He won’t put up with much more of it, surely.
After several minutes of working her open with his fingers – finally using three and pleasantly stretching her – he lubes up the plug and slowly slides it home. He takes her legs from his shoulders, holds them together, and rests them on the mattress. “Settle down,” he says, kissing her lips. “Be right back.”
A moment later he returns with a washcloth. He’s still hard. She loves men who can so effortlessly control their bodies – and hers – to this extent. She loves men like him.
“How do you feel?” he asks, pushing her knees open with his, climbing between them, lubing up his cock.
“Full,” she answers languorously, watching him stroke himself as he looks down at her with a smirk and hooded eyes.
“Well, you’re gonna get fuller.” He reaches between her legs and works the plug out of her with a squelch and she blushes. He rolls his eyes. “Stop, it’s totally normal.” He reaches for her wrist then as he settles back on his feet. “C’mon, get on top,” he says, patting his lap.
She scrambles to kneel and straddle his thighs. He works more lube into her backside and holds her open, his slick fingers sliding against her skin. “Okay,” he nods. “Do it, baby.” He gives her a small smile.
She takes a deep breath and begins to sink down onto him. When the wide head of his cock begins to breach her entrance, she hisses. “Easy,” he says, stilling her bruised hips. “That’s the hardest part, just take it slow.”
As she slides down onto him over what feels like a fucking decade of agonizing anticipation and stimulation, her entire body is alive and buzzing in a way she’s never felt. “Oh…” she gasps a ragged sob. His hands keep her steady and his face slowly loses the carefully trained mask of calm.
He’s restrained, but barely – the veins and muscles in his neck knot with effort. She’s fluttering and flitting and the sounds she’s making are soft and ethereal. His hands are everywhere when she’s fully seated in his lap.
“Tell me,” he says, brushing her damp hair out of her face. He needs to know where she is mentally and emotionally. His eyes narrow and he examines her every movement.
“I’m… my whole body’s on fire,” she breathes. “I dunno… I dunno what to do next.”
He cups her face in his hands and kisses her deep and long. “Don’t have to,” he says against her lips.
Then he’s slowly lifting her by her hips and she gasps out loud, throws her head back. He doesn’t lift her all the way, though, just enough to test her tolerance to the friction. She’s out of her head, he can tell, so he lets her drop back down, lets her rest. He lifts her a few more times, higher and faster, and by the fifth pass, she’s in tears and babbling.
“You’re gonna come now,” he says, slipping his middle finger into her cunt, pressing, and rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Move – up and down, nice and easy.” He braces a hand at the small of her back, and she moves.
She moves faster and harder than he had, but he feels her reactions, knows she can take it. “That’s my girl,” he praises, pressing his forehead to hers, watching her intently, feeling her clench around his single finger. “Fuck me good.”
She is so full, so fucked, so completely fucking used – this is what she wanted, what she needed tonight. And he’s giving it to her.
“Oh, god,” she sobs, and she’s coming, gushing all over him, convulsing. Before she passes out she hears him say her name as he pulses hot inside her.
When she wakes the next morning, the sliding doors to her bedroom are closed and she smells coffee. Her heart leaps into her throat because she really didn’t expect him to be there when she woke up. She rolls out of bed, combs her fingers through her hair and searches for her robe.
As she pulls her robe on, she slides the doors open and he’s nowhere to be found. She sighs – with relief, she tells herself – and heads to the kitchen. There’s indeed a pot of coffee and today’s newspaper next to the pot with a number and a note scrawled across the top.
Thanks for last night – we both needed it. If you’re ever in Vancouver, give me a holler.
Summary: “It started with being in the same place at the same time, friends in common, similar interests in music and movies. Then you touched his knee and laughed when he said something funny – and the look in his eyes left you hot and shivering.”
Pairing: Jensen x you, Jensen x reader
Words: 1633
Warnings: one-night stand, let’s pretend he’s single – or not – no judging, NSFW
It’s late at night or early in the morning – you’re not entirely sure, but you’ve been with him for hours. It started with being in the same place at the same time, friends in common, similar interests in music and movies. Then you touched his knee and laughed when he said something funny – and the look in his eyes left you hot and shivering.
Now you’re on your back, buried in plush pillows and rich white cotton, breathless, his mouth is on your cunt, tongue inside, slow and thick and wet, twisting. He really uses his whole beautiful face in the process of getting you off, brushing and pressing your clit and holding your eyes with his, neatly trimmed beard chafing your delicate skin in the most pleasing way.
You once had a boyfriend who loved giving head. He did it every time he got you naked and he was really good at it. It always left you feeling dreamy, liquid, loved.
What this man is doing to you right now makes you feel like you’re being devoured from the inside out, like you’re his prey and he’s ravenous, like you’ll be utterly exhausted of all resources when he’s done.
He pushes a finger inside you and you grip a handful of his soft, thick hair. His tongue is flat against your clit as he pushes another finger inside and thrusts, curling, repeatedly, slowly. The puffs of air against your wet skin make you tingle everywhere and the sound of his breath is lewd and erotic. When he slides a third finger inside, you’re fully occupied, and his fingertips rub and press that spot. He presses his flat tongue on your clit, rotates it, then takes you between his full wet lips and pulls.
Your knees bend and your hips arch and you’re coming hard. “Ahh, fuck,” you gasp and your breath keeps coming in grunts for moments afterward.
He slowly pulls his fingers from your body, moves to his knees, swipes a hand over his beard and licks his lips with a smack. He caresses your weak, open thighs and watches you beneath him with a look that you can’t place. You don’t want to place it, don’t want reality in this moment, don’t want anything but to physically feel him.
You sigh heavily, finally recovering your breath, and reach for him. “Such a good boy, cleaning your plate,” you say, and his grin is so bright as his chest puffs with pride before he settles over you, balancing on his forearms.
“I try to be thorough,” he says, brushing kisses against the thin, delicate skin of your throat.
He’s hard, just as he has been since you left the bar. You tried to go down on him in the limo, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he kept his eyes on the partition while he fingered you until you came silently and slumped beside him into the leather seat.
When you got to his room, you told him that you had no chance of getting pregnant and were negative for all STIs. He was thoughtful before nodding and kissing you stupid, carrying you to the bed to strip you of every piece of fabric and your invisible guard.
He holds your face in his hands, kissing deeply, as he grinds and rubs against you, spreading wet from his tip along the outside of your folds. One of your hands grips the outside of his thick bicep, splaying against the dark ink, and his kiss speeds up. You reach between your bodies and grip his cock in your hand, rubbing the head along your wet slit a few times, and you both moan. He bucks into your hand and drops his forehead to yours, your breath mingling as you guide him inside.
You rock your hips against him, bringing your legs around to hook at the ankles behind his back as he pushes himself up onto his hands and wide spread knees. He sways his hips and kisses you, working his way inside and the slow stretch is delicious.
“God, you feel so good,” you breathe, luxuriating in the push and pull of every inch of him inside you. He’s kissing your neck and the rasping of his beard against your skin pushes you into a malaise of sensation, mingled with the sight and sound and smell of him, the ripple of muscle under your fingers as he leisurely thrusts into you, and the taste of his salty skin as you lick his neck.
“I wanna feel you come,” he says, rising to his knees again, dragging your hips into his lap. He grips you and moves you, changing the angle from a lazy slide to something more urgent. “And see you. Hold on.” One hand moves to where you’re joined and his grip on your hip tightens.
His expression is one of indulgence and single-mindedness, brow furled and mouth agape, as he focuses on where he’s sliding in and out of you. He licks his lips, catching his bottom lip with his teeth as he presses two fingers over your clit. It’s like his hand is floating over you, willing you to come again, his thrusts shallow and intense, working that spot until you’re coming, loud and long, chanting his name.
His eyes are alight and glazed at the same time, awe and need. He settles you to the bed, gently pulls out, running his hands over your ribcage, hunger taking over his gaze. When his hands reach your hips, he pushes and pulls. “Roll over,” he says, and you do. “On your knees.”
You push yourself up and he’s behind you in a second, wet, warm fingers brushing your hips then guiding himself inside. It takes him a minute to find the rhythm he wants and every thrust hits you differently – deep, hard, angled – all good and you fall to your forearms, arching your back for him.
“There it is,” he groans, sliding a hand from your tailbone up to grip your neck and pushing until your face is buried in the pillow. He holds you in place and hits his stride, hard, deep, and breathtaking. Every time he snaps and bottoms out, your breath leaves you. Your hands scramble for purchase and he reaches for one, pinning it to the small of your back. You offer the other and he holds them both, keeping your shoulders pinned with his other hand.
“See if you can come like this,” he says, gripping you tighter. You don’t much care whether you do or not. He’s been more than generous and it’s his turn, but the mere speculation and the way he’s controlling your body are scintillating. His words and actions send a spark from your chest to your cunt and you clench around him. “I bet you can.”
You sob into the pillows on your fourth orgasm since you climbed into the town car, and you feel his thrusts stutter. He whispers something indecipherable as he comes, his fingers leaving an indelible mark on your skin.
Your bodies separate and you each collapse to the mattress, panting and staring at the ceiling. After a few quiet moments, he asks, “You hungry?”
He orders room service and you head to the bathroom for a shower. The hot spray of water makes you groggy and your muscles and joints are loose from him working you over. As you’re toweling off and sliding into the soft, thick hotel robe, you hear a knock at the door. You stay in the bathroom, combing your fingers through your wet hair, listening as he opens the door and lets the room service employee inside. When you finally hear the door shut, you exit the bathroom.
He’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants and appears to have raided the mini-bar. “Looks good,” you say, picking up a piece of fried calamari and popping it in your mouth.
“Yeah, it does,” he says and you catch his suggestive gaze as he sips his beer, paying zero attention to the food.
You eat, chatting amicably, he flirts and you politely deflect. You have to leave before the sun actually rises. That’s your number one rule and you told him that before you even let him kiss you.
You finish your beer and scan the room. “Where’re my clothes?” you ask, just now noticing that he tidied the room while you were in the shower.
“Closet,” he answers with a mouth full of hummus and yet somehow remaining entirely fuckable.
You shake your head and move to the closet then duck into the bathroom to dress, feeling used and sated in the way you hoped for. You blast your hair dry and pull the sides back with the spare hair tie you carry in your bag before leaving the bathroom for the last time.
He’s standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom, arms crossed over his chest. “Headed out, I guess,” he says and you nod. He nods and pushes away from the wall, grips the back of your neck much more gently than he had 30-minutes before and brushes his thumb along the column before dipping to kiss your forehead.
You lean into his warm lips and sigh, pressing a kiss of your own to his collarbone. “Thank you,” you mutter and you hear a small chuckle. You step back and take one last look into his eyes, daring you to stay, before turning and walking the rest of the way to the door.
He doesn’t say a word but you can feel his eyes on you as you pull the door open and let it shut it behind you.
Summary: After the show, alone in a dark corridor, he shows you exactly what that song means.
Pairing: Jensen x you, Jensen x reader
Words: 1049
Warnings: Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Clothed Sex, Wall Sex, Slight Chain Metal Kink, lip biting, Jensen Ackles in that fucking CBGB t-shirt and hat and the wallet chain WTF dude, Let’s pretend he’s single, Like a Wrecking Ball, you know why, Smut, Shameless Smut, Consent is Sexy, NSFW
You’re tucked into a darkened corridor, your back against a wall, and you’ve hooked two fingers into his belt loops. You slide a hand under the hem of his t-shirt to touch the hot, smooth skin of his torso, running around his back and up.
His mouth is indulgent and languorous, working your lips, sliding his tongue against yours. He’s barely touched you with his hands yet – only to drag you back to this place to be alone before whipping his hat off and tossing it to the side. He’s using them to brace himself against the wall, trapping you in the most dangerous way. One hand on either side of your head, he hunches over you, fingers splayed against the exposed sheetrock, elbows bending and straightening with each shift as his kiss ebbs and flows.
You want him closer. You want to feel the length of his body, his heat and weight, pressed against you, so you fist the cotton on his shirt and pull. He obeys your beckon, standing to his full height and sliding a hand up your outer thigh and under your skirt. He traces the edge of your panties as his tongue traces the inside of your top lip.
While you thank the powers that be that you chose a skirt instead of jeans, he lifts you, pulling your legs around his hips, then pins you to the wall. His mouth is on your neck, his hands cupping your ass. Your legs drape over his forearms and he’s so fucking warm, but you shiver. You hold his face in your hands and take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull, making him huff a breath like a small chuckle and he’s grinning ear to ear.
“Fuck,” he groans, once you’ve let his lip go and move to lick and nip his ear, sliding your arms around his neck. He grinds into you, the soft, thick cotton of his pants dampening from the slick, seeping through the crotch of your panties. The metal of the chain at his hip is cool against the hot, delicate skin of your inside thigh.
He shifts one of his hands under your ass to pull at the satin between your thighs, wraps his fingers entirely around the fabric and runs his knuckles along your wet slit. “Okay?” he whispers and your brain spins. It’s more than okay, but him asking permission, even though he has the upper hand – literally and figuratively – pushes you so close to coming you can’t use words to answer. You vigorously nod and he pushes inside you with his long middle finger.
“Pants,” he says as you kiss and lick each other. You trail one hand down from his shoulder, over his chest and stomach, flip your hand up under his t-shirt and graze his skin, work his button open and push his zipper down as best you can before reaching inside and pulling him out. Your thumb runs over his head as your fingers wrap around his thickness. “Christ,” he grits through his teeth, pressing his forehead to yours and slipping another finger inside you.
“Condom?” you ask and he nods.
“Back pocket,” he says. “I got you.” He reinforces his grip under your ass.
You reach behind him with the hand that isn’t full of his cock and he pushes the fingers that aren’t fucking you into the back of your hair. You find the foil packet in his loose back pocket and bring it to his mouth. You hold it steady as he carefully tears it open with his teeth his eyes drilling you in place.
You shake the empty packet to the ground and work the latex over his hard length. “We good?” he checks in with you again, keeping eye contact, and you are so turned on by his constant consideration. You give him verbal reassurance this time. “Fuck yes.”
He nods and licks his lips, pulls your panties to the side, lifts you up, then pulls you down onto him. You both gasp as he moves you up and down, slowly working his way inside, spreading your wetness and opening you wider with each shallow thrust. Once he’s fully seated, he pulls out then slams back in to the hilt. You cry out and he covers your mouth with his.
He moves in and out of you and you feel every inch of him everywhere inside. You’re so full and right on the edge. You hang one arm around his neck and touch yourself with your free hand. He’s fucking you into the wall, again and again. You’re reminded of telling your friends how you’d wreck him if given the opportunity. Now he’s doing it to you. Not that you’re complaining.
He keeps his mouth on yours and you feel that familiar sensation tingling in your gut before it starts to spread like a current of electricity outward and straight to where you’re joined, where you’re pressing on your clit so his thrusts rub against you just right. Your moans become more emphatic and frantic and suddenly your skin breaks into a sweat. You pull your mouth from his and smack your head back against the wall with a shout.
He’s crashing into you through your orgasm, grunting, and his grip on your ass and hips is bruising. You’ll have something to remember him by for a few days at least. Then you feel his hips start to stutter and his mouth is on yours again as he comes, muffling his own shout.
You hang from his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. He pulls out slowly, readjusts your panties with such care that it makes you tremble anew, then gently sets your feet to the ground, caressing your wobbling thighs.
He kisses you then asks if you’re good. You assure him that you are better than good. “That was a literal dream come true, so I’m real good.”
He smiles as he puts himself back together and reaches for his hat then throws an arm around your shoulder. “We should get back to the party.” You nod and grin up at him, still a little dazed, but you wrap an arm around his waist as you both make your way into the light.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF Rating: Explicit Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Reader, Jensen Ackles/You Characters: Jensen Ackles, You, Reader, Special Guest Star Jensen Ackles’ Beard as Itself, Jensen Ackles RPF – Character Additional Tags: POV Second Person, One Night Stands, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, he fingers you in the back of a limo, Vaginal Sex, Doggy Style, slightly rough sex?, Beards (Facial Hair), Let’s pretend he’s single, Or not, No kink judging, This is fic, Go forth and enjoy, Neck Kissing, he also likes the back of your neck, Hotel Sex, real person fiction – Freeform, RPF, Actor RPF – Freeform, Light Angst, Shameless Smut, Smut Summary: “It started with being in the same place at the same time, friends in common, similar interests in music and movies. Then you touched his knee and laughed when he said something funny – and the look in his eyes left you hot and shivering.”
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF Rating: Explicit Relationships: Jensen Ackles/You, Jensen Ackles/Reader Characters: Jensen Ackles, You, The Wall, The wallet chain, Those fucking pants Additional Tags: Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Clothed Sex, Wall Sex, Slight Chain Metal Kink, lip biting, Jensen Ackles in that fucking CBGB t-shirt and hat and the wallet chain WTF dude, Let’s pretend he’s single, Like a Wrecking Ball, you know why, real person fiction – Freeform, Actor RPF – Freeform, US Actor RPF, Smut, Shameless Smut, Consent is Sexy
Summary: After the show, alone in a dark corridor, he shows you exactly what that song means.
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