paring: bf!jensenackles × gn!fem!reader
synopsis: after an exhaustive day at work, you decide to take matter into your own hands to help your boyfriend to relax. perhaps not just with your soft hands...
warnings: smut, established relationship, age gap, blowjob, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (omg pls dont), rough & deep sex, manhandling, overstimularing, pain kink (?), them being crazy for each other.
english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes!!! <3
i attentively analyzed the photo above the message, biting my lower lip as i noticed the cigar between my boyfriend's teeth, the smoke forming a soft haze on his mature expression.
his green eyes seemed to stand out because of the black dress shirt he was wearing, as did his dark blond hair, partially disheveled from constantly running his hands through it.
jensen looked like a greek god.
i grumbled, distressed that he was so far away from me. unable to snuggle in his muscular arms, kiss his soft lips, and be between his heavy hands.
i quickly took off the dress that perfectly molded my curves, which i had chosen especially for the dinner we were going to later. if we didn't find other more important plans along the way...
i lay down on the sheets of our bed again, adjusting the cell phone camera to capture my body covered only by the black lace lingerie set.
"i miss u sooooo much, i wish u were here w me, daddy :(" i typed as the photo caption, happy with the result.
i smiled at the reply that came quickly, satisfied to imagine him driving back home, to me. i walked to the wine cellar to pour myself a glass of wine, then rested on the living room sofa.
as time passed painfully slowly, i began to feel the effects of the alcohol: light as a feather and hot as fire.
yeah... i wasn't as resistant to alcohol as jensen.
i observed the white leather armchair, imagining him sitting there, legs spread, dark jeans hugging his muscles. inviting me to come closer, to settle into his lap.
i pressed my thighs, feeling desire and anticipation consuming me as his shameless and intimidating gaze swept over me. i envied the glass of expensive whiskey and the cigar that seemed like toys in his large hands.
i admired his tall, strong body confidently occupying space, deeply inhaling the scent of smoke and woody perfume. i sighed at the memory, experiencing butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
i was numb and hungry for him.
my focus returned to reality when i caught the sound of the garage door opening, indicating my boyfriend's arrival. i took the last sip of wine before getting up from the sofa, listening to him toss the keys onto the small table in the entryway.
i bit my lower lip as his heavy, determined footsteps drew closer, heading towards him urgently.
jensen looked exactly like the photo, just as i'd imagined in my lustful fantasies.
my heart almost skipped a beat at the way his gaze softened as it landed on me. as if he'd been waiting all day for that moment, as if the stress of work no longer mattered.
a trapped breath escaped his chest before he persisted in approaching, a contented and tired smile on his face stealing my breath. his attention fixed on me, on my half-naked body, begging for him.
i couldn't even convince myself that what i felt for him was a side effect of the glass of wine. i was completely head over heels for my man, for every inch of him.
i inhaled, trying to memorize the mixture of woody perfume and smoke with each of his steps. i lifted my head, smiling mischievously. "did you like it?"
jensen let out a nasal laugh, alternating his gaze between my skin at his disposal and my eyes that definitely didn't hide how much i desired him. "now i'm even happier."
his husky voice filled my heightened senses, making my insides clench against nothing. "i missed you so much." i murmured from a distance, stretching my arms towards him.
he then lifted me with an ease that never ceased to amaze me, pulling me to wrap my legs around his waist. his large hands rested on my soft bottom as we remained face to face.
i admired that face that made me fall in love again and again every time i looked at it. i embraced the nape of his neck, sliding my fingers through his hair as we joined our lips in a lingering kiss.
"i want to help you relax." i whispered sweetly, scattering little kisses along the corners of his lips, cheeks, jawline, ears, and neck. "i've been waiting for you all day."
jensen took a deep breath, carrying me in his arms to the armchair and settling me on top of him. he moved his hands to my bare waist, not without first squeezing my butt with that grip i loved so much.
he picked up the cigar that rested on the dresser beside him and lit it, taking a drag while devouring me with his eyes. i took this as an opportunity to continue my art, returning my kisses to his neck.
i moaned softly, feeling his masculine scent consuming any rational thought i might have had. i began to move my hips over the bulge beneath me, running my nails along his covered shoulders.
i kissed his sensitive skin as if i were making out with his mouth —fierce to feel him— circling the tip of my tongue along the red marks i left in my wake.
i rested my forehead on his shoulder, closing my eyes at the stimulation of my clitoris against his member, my hands moving to the buttons of his black dress shirt.
i sighed, running my fingers across his chest, nibbling his earlobe, and receiving in return a squeeze on my waist. i explored his exposed muscles, feeling his warmth against mine, his skin against mine.
jensen gripped the back of my neck when i joined our lips, pulling my hair. i rubbed against him desperately, tasting his cigar and whiskey as his tongue slid against mine, demanding.
when we ran out of breath, he pulled me away by the hand intertwined in my hair, giving a delicious squeeze to my neck before letting go.
still breathless and craving much more than just dry humping and kisses, i knelt before him, maintaining eye contact with his green eyes camouflaged by dilated pupils and smoke.
i admired his open shirt, revealing his defined chest and muscles contracting with each of his irregular breaths, as well as the marked entrance and the happy trail that disappeared as it reached his jeans.
i moved my hands to his leather belt, anxiously working to undo it. jensen lifted his hips so i could pull off his pants and black underwear.
i swallowed hard at the scene before me —i don't think i'll ever get used to it. his member reached the beginning of his abdomen, with a vein running from the thick base to the pink tip that was already leaking precum.
i squeezed my thighs, feeling the moisture spread across my intimacy and wet my panties. i quickly enveloped him with my hands —i tried at least— starting with up-and-down movements.
i kept my eyes on his hard expression, focusing on the control slipping from his eyes as i applied more pressure to the top, circling his head with my thumb occasionally.
he dropped the cigar and the glass of whiskey on the dresser beside the armchair as he ran his hands through his blond hair. "oh- fuck, sweetheart. you're doin' so good f'me."
i brought my lips to his cock to help me, feeling my fingers wet with his fluids, making it easier to take in what didn't fit. jensen gripped the hair at the nape of my neck, demanding control of my mouth.
the salty taste reached all my taste buds, and his dick hit the back of my throat again and again. he guided my head with little gentleness, groaning hoarsely and encouraging me with dirty words.
i tried to open my lips as wide as possible so as not to hurt him with my teeth, and i had some difficulty because he was so big and heavy on my tongue.
my jaw begged for rest, my knees throbbed, and his hands guided me in quick, deep movements, making me gag. "i know ya can take it, baby. wanna make daddy happy, right?"
i couldn't answer him. saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth, my eyes filled with water, and tears streamed down my flushed cheeks.
and i loved staying there, satisfying him and watching him lose control because of me. i appreciated his trembling eyelashes, his arched eyebrows in pleasure, his contracting abdomen.
jensen was close. his member throbbed and seemed to grow even more in my mouth when my nose reached his pelvis, and his thighs trembled with my deep movements.
then, one last time, he held me there, enjoying my throat tightening around him and my tongue caressing its long length. he rested his head on the armchair, experiencing my wet warmth as he came.
the white liquid and saliva dripped down the sides of my lips, as there was no more room. i remained there, admiring the man before me and the sensations i had been able to give him.
after a few seconds, he opened his eyes, looking at me with desire and pride, giving me a breathless smile. as i was pulled away from his cock, i swallowed his cum with difficulty, my breathing also irregular. "daddy's happy now."
i smiled with pleasure, feeling the excitement leak from my panties and wet the inside of my thighs. i massaged his bare legs, distributing little kisses on his sensitive member.
i moved my caresses up his body, passing over his abdomen, chest, and collarbone, until I reached his mouth. "i've missed you so much." i bit his lower lip, licking it. "especially in our bed."
jensen chuckled, pulling me by the waist to stand between his legs. "sweetheart, we fucked last night." i wrapped my hand around his, guiding it to my throbbing heat.
"but the bed's already cold without you..." i moaned, undoing my bra as he explored my intimacy through the fabric. "oh, looks like someone really missed me, ain't it?"
his fingers slid between my wet folds, making me rest my hands on his shoulder. jensen took my breasts in his mouth, guiding me to sit on his lap again.
i shuddered, resting my knees beside his thighs, keeping myself open to give him more room. his tongue swirled around my nipple and his other hand massaged my other breast, provoking sounds from me that aroused him further.
he whined, his hot, wet mouth becoming more desperate as he sucked and nibbled at my breasts. he rubbed his palm against my panties and the inside of my thighs.
"fuckkkkk, baby." he pulled away for a second, proudly showing me the mess i'd made, licking his hand. "you're just completely soaked."
if excitement hadn't taken hold of me, my cheeks would have blushed and i would have tried to hide myself from his dirty words. but there was no rational thought in my head.
actually, i was getting even wetter, unashamed of how my body reacted to his skillful touch. jensen pushed the thin fabric aside, touching my pussy.
his finger deliberately slid from my clit, which begged for attention, to my entrance, which tightened against nothing.
he repeated this movement a few times, spreading the liquid across my intimacy, the wet, obscene sounds filling our ears. i gripped his hair in anticipation, needing more and more.
he pressed his thumb against my most sensitive spot, making me gasp with overwhelming pleasure. "i can literally feel it trembling at my touch, sweetheart."
jensen traced my entrance with his fingertip, only threatening to finally slide inside. he circled my clit delicately, leaving my breath ragged.
he was teasing me, giving me everything i needed but not enough to make my thighs tremble.
"stop teasing, j." i grumbled, pulling his blond hair harder, feeling desire take over my body. "i've been so good to ya."
his mouth curved into a smirk at my pleas, lifting his head from my breasts to look at me. his lips were reddened and his green irises consumed by want again.
my nipples were irritated and wet with his saliva, my breasts marked from his grasp and light bites. i could feel his cock hardening beneath me again, pressing against my ass.
jensen added another finger, pressing only the tip against my entrance, making me clench them in anticipation. i closed my eyes, trying to move my hips so they would enter me.
"sorry, baby." he murmured against my mouth, biting my lower lip. "ya deserve everything. and i'mma give you that."
he kissed me passionately, swallowing my moans as he inserted both fingers, starting with a breath-taking speed. the thumb on my clitoris increased the pressure, moving faster.
i tried to reciprocate the kiss, but i could only take in his thick, long fingers. he curled his fingers just right, finding with ease that spongy, sensitive spot which had me crying out.
i rolled my eyes, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively, trembling violently in his lap. "sooooo good, jensen!" i rested my forehead on his shoulder, hugging the nape of his neck and pulling at his blond hair.
he grunted in my ear, stimulating me with his panting breath and dirty words, making my velvety walls tighten around him desperately. "so fuckin' tight f'me, huh?"
i inhaled the scent of his cigar and cologne, becoming more and more surrendered; it was hard to breathe with how fast and deep inside he was. i pressed my breasts against his chest, needing to feel him closer.
i nibbled at his neck, marked by previous hickeys, feeling his fingers hitting my g-spot relentlessly. his cock, completely hard again, slammed against my ass in time with my hip movements.
"c'mon, let me feel it." he murmured hoarsely in my ear, triggering a shiver down my spine. "make a mess f'me."
i gasped, my insides gripping his fingers as the orgasm hit me, my whole body collapsing into his lap. i moaned out loud, pulling his hair and biting his neck, tears rolling down my cheeks.
for a few seconds, the air escaped me as his fingers slowed inside me and on my clitoris, still prolonging the sensation.
gently, jensen withdrew his fingers from my intimacy, his other hand pulling me away from his shoulder by the nape of my neck. he held me, his eyes full of desire and affection analyzing my dizzy state.
he showed me his palm, wet with my cum and excitement, licking it, making a mess of his lips and beard. i smiled, soft under his touch, feeling my stimulated senses wanting more and more from him.
i rested my trembling hands on his broad shoulder, his fingers caressing the nape of my neck as he watched me recover from the orgasm. "ready for round two, sweetheart?"
i kissed him again as he lifted us, moaning as i slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting my salty yet sweet flavor. i wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling my pussy craving his cock as i was carried into the bedroom.
still breathless, jensen threw me onto our bed with my ass up, wearing only my heels. i looked over my shoulder, watching him pull off his dress shirt and toss it to the floor.
he spread my legs with his feet, exposing my sensitive pussy. he grabbed my waist, pinning me to the edge of the bed before aligning himself with my entrance.
jensen thrust his dick into me without warning, choking me. i pressed my forehead against the sheets, gripping them for dear life, not having time to adjust when he started to move.
"j-jensen... oh!" i tried taking a nice breath, feeling my insides struggling to accommodate him. his hips slammed against mine in short, deep movements, drawing pained sounds from me.
his fingers were long and thick and skillful, always finding my g-spot in a way i never could, but his cock... oh my god!
his chest covered my back —he covered me with ease— his massive hands rising to support themselves above my shoulders. i closed my eyes, managing only to absorb him, in every fiber of my being.
"what is it, sweetheart?" he murmured breathlessly in my ear, somehow maintaining his usual sarcastic tone. "i thought you could handle it."
even though it was usually difficult to adjust to the big stretch, and every single time jensen moved he would hit my cervix, making me scream both in pain and pleasure, it was so fucking good.
he was showering my neck with kisses, light bites, and licks while moaning and grunting, sending shivers down my spine.
"sooooo deep, baby." i found a voice to murmur amidst the saliva on the sheets and in my mouth, grabbing his hair to pull him even closer.
the edge of the bed pressed against my lower body, where a small bulge of jensen's dick lay inside me as he filled me. i'd cum at that very moment; actually, i was trying so hard not to.
i tried to stretch, planting my heels firmly on the ground for some stability, feeling my body being pulled with each of his brutal thrusts. however, i quickly gave up when i realized i was completely at his mercy.
the sounds of our pleasure, of his pelvis hitting my already reddened ass and how wet i was, filled the room, embracing us in an atmosphere of love and sex.
it was as if jensen was touching me everywhere; i could feel his heat all over my skin.
every part of me feels like it's his when he fucks me like this; not just the way he cages my body, but the way he's giving me all that i ever wished for, all that i ever needed —even when it feels like too much.
"f-fuck, sweetheart." he nibbled my neck, and i rolled my eyes, my legs trembling violently and my insides tightening even more around him. "you're close, aren't ya?"
my soft moans could be masked by the sheets, but how turned on i was was undeniable. tears wet my eyelashes, my fingers slid through his blond hair with more vigor.
the aroma of perfume, cigar, whiskey, and sex filled my overstimulated senses, leaving me dizzy. "jensen..." i called him like a prayer, seeking to reach that sensation again.
his cock inside me was rougher, deeper, faster, stealing the air from my lungs. my head was consumed by all the pleasure he gave me —all the pieces of me i offered him.
"cum for me, baby." his hoarse, breathless voice in my ear made me whimper. his hand slid down between my trembling thighs, circling my sensitive clitoris fiercely.
"oh, my god..." i pulled his hair harder, trying to relieve the pleasure that seemed too much to handle. "i-i can't-"
i tried to pull away from him, feeling like i couldn't take it anymore, like it was all too much, but his thighs held me open. "just let it go f'me, yeah? i know ya can do it."
jensen pressed even harder against my clitoris, using my wetness to tease it faster. his thrusts continued roughly, forcing me to orgasm, my whole body collapsing with the stimulation.
i buried my forehead in the sheets, which were soaked with saliva and tears as i moaned and cried. every bone and muscle in me simply yielded to the sensation of ecstasy, my fingers slowly falling from his hair.
i lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds, closing my eyes with trembling eyelashes, watching myself float and transcend. i could feel the warm mess between my legs, its weight on top of me like a feather.
i was trembling violently and involuntarily, my pussy choking and soaking jensen's dick. in the distance, i could hear his moans and groans, but i was still out of it.
i sighed, his cock throbbing in my super sensitive intimacy before he came inside me. our cum spilled down my destroyed hole, wetting the bed and the inside of our thighs.
we stayed there, enjoying each other's warmth and sweaty skin, breathing the same air 'cause of the closeness, his face resting on my shoulder. "you did so good f'me, sweetheart."
i tried to turn my head to show him my best smile, but i couldn't move anymore. "i already can see you asking for my help to walk around the house, huh?"
jensen kissed my neck before wrapping his large arms around my waist and switching our positions. i shuddered, feeling him gently withdraw from inside me, leaving me empty —yet full— and leaking.
he manhandled my body, which was limp as jelly, resting my leg on top of his and my tummy on his side. "i love you so fucking much, baby."
he pulled me closer, kissing my forehead before laying my head on his chest. i snuggled closer to him at the declaration, feeling my heart skip a beat.
i couldn't suppress an involuntary smile as i glimpsed jensen, admiring those green eyes that looked back at me with love. his nose and cheeks were painted with freckles, his reddish lips slightly parted, seeking more oxygen.
his blond hair was disheveled from the messiness of my fingers, his long eyelashes fluttered more slowly from exhaustion. there was a serene expression on his face, clearly satisfied after our session of rough and deep sex.
god, he was magnificent —and mine.
i fell in love again and again with every detail of him every time i found myself so close, between his tattooed arms and enveloped by his sweet words.
jensen loved spoiling me as much as i loved spoiling him, and that wasn't only about sex or the way he's much more mature and generous than any other guy i've ever met. guess this is why we're crazy for each other, 'cause we would drop anything to put the other first.
"i love you so bad, j." i managed to murmur amidst the wave of exhaustion approaching, letting my body rest entirely on his.
he smiled proudly, drawing small circles down my spine, deepening my relaxation. i comforted myself with the familiar and safe aroma of his cigar, whiskey, and cologne, letting my eyelids close.
i was between reality and a state of deep sleep, in a dream where all that existed was just the two of us. our warm, sweaty bodies merged, becoming one.
"guess we're gonna leave dinner for another day, huh?" he commented sarcastically, closing his eyes as he realized i had already fallen asleep.
a/n: just wanted to say that i think about him a concerning amount of times per day. and i feel like im gonna cry every time i realize i wont fuck him before dying. simply heartbreaking :(((
could write a million of these, cause what goes through my head with this man is no joke!
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