GOLDEN HOUR
PAIRING : jensen ackles x actress!reader
SUMMARY : jensen admits his adoration for reader during an interview at the boys season 3 premiere in paris. karen, who already knows of reader’s infatuation with jensen, overhears and plays matchmaker. and you two couldn’t be more grateful.
WARNINGS : age gap. strong language. crushes. flirting. love. lust. cheating. mentions of previous cheating. smut. unprotected p in v. rough sex. semi-public sex. creampie. praise kink. size kink. breeding kink.
A/N : this is my first jensen oneshot—yay! got the inspo from all the pics and videos from the paris premiere and he just looked scrum-deli-um-ptious. imo jensen deserves more attention from this premiere and i’m here to give it! i also made the two pictures to the right and i’m semi-proud of them, please don’t hate if they suck. hope y’all enjoy this!
Jensen stands in front of ‘The Boys Prime Video’ backdrop, posing for the countless cameras before him. He was solo, his wife choosing once again not to accompany him. The flashes would’ve blinded him if it weren’t for his sunglasses. It was his first time being in Paris for work, and he was ecstatic. He went from one backdrop to the next, making his way down the line.
His smile was wide and bright, fueled by nerves and excitement. Like a pro, he jumped from one news outlet to another. Jensen was enjoying the love the show was receiving, and he was thrilled to be a part of it. With each interview, he felt more confident and comfortable in his skin. It had been a while since his last premiere, and if he was being honest, he missed the attention.
“So, Jensen, how was it working with a new cast?” The interviewer asks before turning the microphone toward the star.
“You know, i-it’s always nerve-wracking being the new guy. I starred on Supernatural for the last 15 years, so it’s been a while since I’ve been ‘the new guy’ on a show. Everyone’s been here since season one, and now Grandpa’s coming in!” He jokes, making the French man laugh. “No, but uh, everyone’s been incredibly welcoming, both cast and crew. I think they’re all wonderful. There was never a dull moment, that’s for sure. We had a lot of fun.”
“Is there any actor or actress you would’ve liked to work with this season?”
“Are you referring to actors in previous seasons or in general?”
“Anyone. Anyone in the world, who would you choose?”
Jensen’s smile grows, and without hesitation, he answers, “Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Ooo. Y/N Y/L/N, great choice. ‘Great actrice.”
“The best! She’s extremely talented.” He couldn’t help but gush once he began speaking about you. “Her range is beyond anything I’ve ever seen. She can act in every genre, and what’s great about this show is that it pushes you out of your comfort zone, and I think she would have handled it like a boss. And I, for one, would have loved to see her in action. Not only does she have the skills, but I’ve watched interviews and promotions she’s been a part of, and she’s just—she’s so hilarious and so sweet. I think she would’ve fit in perfectly.”
The interviewer cocks an eyebrow and slyly accuses, “Sounds like you have a crush on Ms. Y/L/N.”
“I mean...who doesn’t?” Jensen confesses. He had a major crush on you, and as silly as it was for a 43-year-old married man to have, he wasn’t ashamed. He chuckles, trying to suppress the blush from rising to his cheeks just thinking about you. “No, no. I, uh, I’m a huge fan of hers. I think she’s incredible. I respect her work and her as a person. I’d be thrilled if I ever got the opportunity to work with—let alone meet her.”
“Well, it’s rumored she’ll be ‘ere tonight.”
Jay’s eyes widen, and his smile falls. He wasn’t expecting to hear that. He quickly skims through his brain, trying to remember if he saw any mention of you attending tonight’s premiere via your Instagram. No, he would’ve remembered. He would’ve been searching all over if you announced your attendance. His heart begins to race at the thought of seeing you tonight. Suddenly, he felt as if all eyes were on him. He forces a smile and tries to act aloof.
“Really? Well, I, uh, well, that’s—wow. That’s awesome.” But his attempt fails. He was a stuttering mess. “Hope she enjoys the premiere.”
The man laughs, amused by Jensen’s reaction. It was indeed true; You would be in the audience. He finishes his last few questions before moving on, trying not to let the possibility of seeing you distract him too much. Little did he know Karen Fukuhara heard everything. She smiles to herself and carries on with her interview.
The cast had left the blue “red” carpet and moved into the venue. Their teams escort them to a designated room where they wait for the audience to fill Le Grand Rex. Jensen talks with a few people near him before keeping to himself as his nerves climb. And not for the reason everyone thought. Is it true? Would Y/N be here? Would I be lucky enough to see her in the crowd? Questions flood his mind, keeping him occupied until Karen pulls him from his thoughts.
“Is it true?”
Jensen glances at his costar, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Is what true?”
“What you said about Y/N.”
“W-what? What are you talking about?” He tries to play it off, hoping to avoid the conversation.
“Oh, please. I overheard your interview. You like her!” She quietly accuses.
Blush rushes to his bearded cheeks. “‘Course. She’s a great actress.”
Karen shakes her head. “No, I mean like her like her.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, trying to draw the attention away from the implication. “What are we in middle school?”
She giggles, then admits, “Well, she likes you too. Hell, she’s obsessed with you! I swear half our conversations about this season revolved around you.”
“Wait—you’ve talked about me?”
“More like her bringing you up every chance she got? Yeah, we’ve talked about you.”
He was stunned. Sure, he’d seen your interviews where you raved about your favorite show, Supernatural, and how in love you were with Dean, but he figured that was the extent of your adoration. He thought back to all the praise you gave to the show and the actors themselves, wishing he could’ve DMed you his appreciation but instead sparing himself an argument with his nosy wife, well aware his accounts weren’t safe from her. Maybe if he ran into you, he could vocalize his gratitude. He knew how much trouble he was getting into, especially after that interview but learning that you mirrored his infatuation made it worth it.
“You talking about Y/N’s crush on Jensen?” Tomer joins.
Ackles’ jaw drops from the shock of his other co-star’s knowledge, too. He shakes his head, not believing the news. “You guys are screwing with me, right?”
“No.”
“Not at all.”
His mind begins to wander. What should he do with this information? Was this a sign to act on it? Would you even let him? Tomer watches as Jay’s mind turns.
He smirks, only imagining what his friend was thinking. “Don’t forget that you’re married, my friend.”
“Tell that to my wife,” Jensen mutters under his breath, but loud enough, they hear.
Before they can question or comfort their friend, a crew member enters the room and takes Kripke, telling everyone else to “get ready.” Jay was so preoccupied with the thought of you that he hadn’t found the time to realize he would soon be facing a crowd of a thousand faces. His once confident demeanor had vanished. The thought of you liking Jensen should’ve given him that boost; However, between his starstruck state and the sea of fans, he was a nervous wreck.
The next thing he knows, they’re being ushered toward the front entrance of the auditorium and waiting to be introduced. His heart pounds, and he pushes you out of his mind. Suddenly, the doors open, and one by one, they walk down the aisle as Eric calls out their names in order, and fans scream over the speakers. Jensen was last in line, grateful he wasn’t first. At the steps, he’s handed a microphone and noticing Claudia’s lack of one, takes hers too. He graciously hands it to her as he takes the stage, immediately feeling the bright light beating down on him.
He smiles, interacting when necessary, and when the light allows him to, he scans the audience. He was in awe of the premiere’s turnout. Yet nothing prepares him when his eyes find yours. You’re in the front row, on his side of the theater of all places! His smile’s wide, heart thumping against his ribcage. You bite your lip as your eyes look him up and down, taking in the delicious sight. Seeing your not-so-subtle action, he winks at you.
Your heart, amongst other areas of your body, flutter. With your lips parted, you dramatically fan yourself, earning a smile from your celebrity crush. Jay glances elsewhere but can’t help the return of his eyes. You smile lovingly, overjoyed that he pays as much attention to you as you do to him. In all honesty, you hadn’t listened to the panel. You’re so captivated by his charming smile—hell, even the tiniest of movements, that you miss your friend’s answers.
Usually, you’d feel guilty, but not when it involves the love of your life as the center of your attention. You don’t even realize that the interview ends until everyone claps, snapping you out of your trance. Your hands join the applause before the stars step down the stairs to their reserved seating. The lights dim, and the first episode of the season begins.
The premiere ends, and the after-party begins. You couldn’t get Jensen out of your mind—as if it were different from any other day of your life. But this time, it is. This time, you have the opportunity to speak to him. Just thinking of it fills you with nerves. Would you actually talk to him? Would he even talk back? Your mind begins to race with questions until you conclude that you’d at least have a conversation with the man of your dreams. Who could that hurt?
You were so excited to see him. The longer you wait, the more anxious you become. The anticipation of seeing him again is all you can think about, even when you distract yourself by talking to others. Your eyes dart toward the door of Le Rex Club, and as if you have a sixth sense, the cast members walk in. Their presence elicited a roar across the guests, hooting and clapping for the stars. And that’s when you see him, walking in last once again.
With a grin, he scans the energetic crowd, refusing to admit he was looking for you. Finally, he finds your pretty eyes, and the room suddenly becomes empty. You were the only one he could see and the only one he wanted to. If it weren’t for others physically grabbing his attention, he would’ve made a beeline straight towards you. As he speaks with a few producers, Karen finds and gives you the warmest hug.
“Hey!”
“Hey! Congratulations! You were AMAZING.”
You pull away but stay close as the crowd grows louder. “Really? You think so?”
“Of course! Not many people can play a character without any lines,” you nudge her arm playfully. “That’s talent.”
“Awe, thank you, Y/N. That means so much.”
Jack comes over to greet you, pulling you into a side hug before introducing you to his girlfriend. Claudia wears the biggest smile on her face as she shakes your hand. Her giddiness was lost on you, but her confession of being “a huge fan” struck clarity. Fame was something you tried to forget. Sure, you loved acting, but it came with a price, and it wasn’t always an equal trade. Despite being in the spotlight, you refused to let it change who you are.
After some small talk, they left to mingle with others, leaving you alone with Karen. When she sees your eyes linger on Jensen, she smirks to herself.
“Do you need a napkin?”
“Huh? For what?”
“To wipe that drool off your lip,” She points to the corner of her mouth.
You swat her arm gently, but it doesn’t stop your blush. “Shut up! I am not drooling.”
“Might as well be. Could it be any more obvious that you want him?” She giggles.
“Please. He’s married.”
“Do you see his wife anywhere?”
Your eyes grow wide at your friend’s insinuation. You’ve known Karen for almost two years, and this was never something she’d condone. Ever. So why now? Why was this time different?
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She gets closer, speaking low enough for only your ears to hear. “No one knows this, but his wife cheats on him.” Your widened eyes grow wider as if it were possible. They wander to Jensen, and his eyes shift to yours. A smile brightens his handsome face, making you melt. How could anyone EVER cheat on him?! “She’s been doing it for years, and he pretends not to know.”
Directing your stare towards Karen, you demand, “How do you know all of this?”
“He got really drunk one night and confessed to me and a few other cast members,” She frowns with sorrow, then shakes her head, “He’s a great actor; He hides his pain well, but there’s days when we all see it.“
It would be a lie to say you were surprised. You’ve had your suspicions over the years, but there hadn’t been any solid evidence. The way they’d speak and act towards one another pointed to a deeper marital issue. Sure, some relationships were more teasing than others, i.e., the Reynolds. However, their body language suggests otherwise, and not what everyone excused it to be.
“And until today, I haven’t seen him interested in anyone else.”
You slowly nod, taking in the information. Despite the terrible news, you felt a rush of excitement from Karen’s statement. Was it true? Was he interested in you? No, he couldn’t be.
“You’re lying. He isn’t—he can’t be.”
“Now, Y/N, why would I lie? And why’s it hard to believe?” She crosses her arms.
“I—I don’t know. He hasn’t even met me.”
“Well to be fair, you haven’t met him either.”
She got me there, you thought.
“God, Karen, what do I even say to him? “I love you, and I wanna have your babies. Please choose me, and we’ll raise our children as one big happy family.””
“Well, you better think of something quick ‘cause he’s coming over.” She hurriedly tells you before her eyes shift behind you. Plastering a huge smile on her face, she greets, “Hey, Jensen!”
“Hey!”
You turn around, and there he was, in all his glory. He was breathtaking. His perfectly trimmed beard complimented his gorgeously styled hair. You swallow hard as he stares down at you, a crooked smile on his beautiful face. Annnnddd cue the wetness.
“This is—”
“Y/N,” He extends his large hand, and you shake it, your skin tingling at his touch. “I’m a huge fan.”
Your eyes threaten to widen, but you force yourself to play it cool. With a smirk, you tease, “You took my line.”
He chuckles, then clears his throat, nodding. “Sorry. Go ahead.”
You lay your hand over your heart. “I’m a huge fan!”
“Feel better?”
“Much.”
You both stare into each other’s eyes, dazed and amazed.
“Well, I have to go. I’ve gotta say hi to a few other people. I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?” She leans in and kisses your cheek. Before she pulls away, she whispers into your ear, “Get ‘em, tiger.”
Karen walks away, leaving you and Jensen alone. Your hearts race in the presence of one another.
“So, congrats on The Boys. Soldier Boy looks badass. ‘Can’t wait to see more of him.”
“Thanks. And trust me when I say you’ll definitely see more of him. More than I would’ve liked.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow, intrigued.
“Let’s just say I was exposed more in my 40s than I ever was at your age.”
Your eyes widen. “What? You have to tell me more!”
“Hey, man!” You and Jensen stare at the male who came over to disrupt. He grabs Jensen’s hand and pulls him into a bro hug. “Congratulations on Season 3. How’s it feel to be done shooting?”
“Uh, good, man. It was fun while it lasted, but I can’t wait for everyone to see it.”
“I heard you got traumatized on set.”
“Uh, yeah. ‘Shooting Herogasm.” Jensen looks toward you as he explains, “During an episode, there’s this massive orgy between supes and non-supes.”
“Ahh, I see.”
“That must’ve been something. I was just talking to Antony and—”
“That’s great, man. Listen, we’ll have to catch up another time. I was in the middle of a conversation.” Jay gestures your way.
“Oh, dude, my bad.” He shifts his attention to you, and his eyes widen. “Wait, you’re Y/N Y/L/N! Oh man, I’m a huge fan. Can I take a picture with y—”
“And we’re done.” Jensen pats the rude individual on the shoulder before turning him away. “Look, there’s Eric. Why don’t you talk to him.”
He lightly shoves the man in the direction of his boss, earning a grin from you. “Sicking him on Kripke?”
“I gotta get back at him somehow.”
“Right. For participating in Herogasm?”
He laughs, the crinkles around his eyes on display. “Not quite,” He shakes his head. Even in the dim lights, you can see his blush. “My, uh, ass is displayed for the world to see when I meet The Boys.”
Your heart pounds faster when you hear the news. I’m gonna see Jensen Ackles’s ass!
“You’re gonna break the internet.”
“Oh, God, don’t say that.” He groans.
“Trust me, I could’ve said a whole lot worse.”
“What? You have to tell me more!” He mocks.
“Shut up!”
You shove his bicep, but he doesn’t budge. He laughs with you, and your bodies gravitate closer. You realize your hand lingers on his muscle, and you can’t help but bite your lip. Even through his suit, you can feel how strong he is.
“Wow. You’re so toned.” He glances at your hand, and nervously, you remove it. “Sorry. They didn’t look that big in Supernatural.”
“I don’t know whether to be amazed or worried that you noticed the size difference of my arms.”
“No, I—I saw your Instagram post of you working out last year,” And oh, how you watched that video on repeat. “I mean—I-I’m not a stalker or anything, I just—”
“I’m messing with you.” His deep chuckle rings in your ears as a blush rises to your already crimson cheeks. “But thanks. It’s nice to be complimented once in a while.”
“Don’t you get it at home?” It comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.
“Uh…not as much as I’d like.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
He shrugs, and a shimmer of sorrow crosses his face. As fast as it appears, it’s gone, and he changes the subject. “‘S fine. Anyway, there’s a story behind the muscles if you wanna hear.”
“‘Course!”
“Alright, so…”
You and Jensen began talking about anything and everything. The longer you conversed, the deeper you both fell in love with each other. You both clicked. It was natural. It was easy. It was meant to be. And anyone with half a brain could see it.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when your conversation was constantly being interrupted. Jensen had to remind himself he was here for work, not pleasure. Yet, he couldn’t pull himself away from you to mingle with others like he was supposed to. And you, well, you were here to support your friends, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t make a new one. Without knowing the information Karen gave you tonight, you would’ve been more than pleased to just be his friend. That’s all you could ask for. Putting his looks and talent aside, you fell in love with his personality. In this industry, you never know if someone likes you for what you do or who you are, and you hope you can prove to Jensen the latter.
“Y/N!” You both look in the direction in which your name came from. A woman waves at you eagerly. “Hi!”
“Do you know her?”
You smile and give a short wave back. “Not at all.”
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”
The multicolored lights dance on his expecting countenance. “Please.”
“C’mon,” Jay’s hand hovers over the small of your back as he guides you toward the exit. “I know the perfect place.”
“The view is incredible,” You breathe as you look out the watchtower, watching the sunset over the city. “So beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,”
Your heart skips a beat, and your breathing stops. Had you heard him right? Had he called you beautiful? You turn around, stunned at his words. Your lips twitch, unsure whether to smile or frown. He stares at you with those forest-green eyes, making you internally squirm under his gaze. The sun’s warm glow shines upon his handsome face, and you’re in awe.
Just what you needed: the golden hour making him look more desirable than he already is. Your mouth parts to speak, but your brain doesn’t know what to say. Jensen takes slow steps toward you, and your heart races. He halts in front of you, and he’s dangerously close. He brings his hand up to your bare arm and lightly traces upwards. His soft touch leaves a trail of goosebumps on your hot skin. His gaze lowers to your parted lips as his hand cups your check.
His thumb swipes your bottom lip as he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes widen, astonished by his question. “Y-you wanna kiss me?”
He chuckles. Resting his other hand on your lower back, he pulls your body to his. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.”
His smile disappears as you gaze at him with your innocent eyes. You can’t trust your voice, so you nod instead. Despite your heels, you were still shorter than his tall figure. He moves his left hand behind your neck and leans forward. This was it, you thought. This is what you’ve longed for. And then it happens; his lips meet yours.
All of your nerves get thrown out the window as he kisses you. It was gentle yet firm. It wasn’t rushed or lustful. It was perfect. It was everything and more.
The kiss ends, but another quickly begins. You wrap your arms around Jensen’s neck, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, this time with a little more urgency. His beard pricks your face, but you ignore it as he bites your bottom lip. You open your mouth, and he takes the opportunity to shove his hot tongue inside. A moan erupts from your throat. You’d have been embarrassed if one hadn’t fallen from his, too.
Your tongues explore each other’s mouth, not bothering to fight for dominance. If it weren’t for your bodies forcing you away, you both would’ve forgotten you needed air. Your heart hammers against your ribcage while your chest rises and falls. Neither of you pulls away, your breaths mingling as your noses brush against one another. Despite both of your eyes being closed, you could feel the other’s grin.
After regaining your breath, you compliment, “God, that was so much better than I imagined.”
“Oh, so you’ve thought about us before?”
“I told you I was a huge fan.”
“And how far has the fantasy gone?”
“Let’s just say I’m an all-in kinda girl.” You purr against his mouth.
“Well, sweetheart, lucky for you, kissing isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” He utters, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Oh, lucky me, huh? And what other skills are you holding out on?”
“Why don’t I show you instead?”
His hand runs past your exposed upper back until it reaches the curve of your ass. You press your thighs together, feeling your wetness soak your lace underwear. He gently squeezes your plump derrière before connecting your lips again. This time, they were pecks, and they left you craving more. However, your slightly-corrupt moral compass reminds you of the elephant in the room: his wife.
“Wait…” You press your hand to his chest, pushing him back gently.
He steps back, concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I going too fast for you?”
“No, no. That’s not it. I just—your wife. We talked about everything else but her.”
He sighs and adds more distance between you, shaking his head. “She…she doesn’t matter.”
You hesitate but confess, “Look, I know your wife cheated on you. It’s horrible, and I’m so sorry that happened. I can’t even imagine how you feel, and I sure as hell can’t understand how she could ever cheat on you. You’re everything and more! But I don’t want to be someone you use to get back at her. I know my worth, and as much as I love y—like you, I refuse to be someone you regret later.”
His eyes perk up, and his hands reach your arms, pulling you into his warm body. “You love me?”
“Jensen! I’m being serious!”
“So am I,” his eyes bore into yours. “Do you love me?”
“I’ve always loved you.”
His lips crash onto yours, and you’re swept off your feet. Without hesitation, you kiss him with as much passion as he gives you.
He pulls away, assuring you, “I would never use you, especially to settle a score with that witch. I know the arrangement she and I have is…complicated and untraditional, and that’s something I’m gonna take care of after tonight, but meeting you—being with you is something I’ll never regret. I love you more than words can describe. So let me prove to you how much I want you, how much I need you.”
His words touch your fragile heart. You weren’t expecting him to admit what he did. If you weren’t so horned up, you’d cry. He loves me, you mentally exclaim. And you’d be damned if you refused to consummate the love you felt for each other right here, right now. You glide your hand to the front of his suit and unbutton his jacket.
His light-hearted chuckle warms your soul. “I take that as a yes?”
“Take it as a ‘Hell, yes.’”
Without wasting a beat, his mouth smashes against yours. His lips are intoxicating, but you aren’t upset when he moves them to your neck. As if he’s kissed you there before, he instantly attaches to your sweet spot. Your eyes shut as he harshly sucks your skin. You whine as the stinging sensation physically hurts, but you love it anyway. His lips move lower, marking your neck in various places, his bread tickling your sensitive skin.
Your hands run up his chest, grasping the peaked lapels near his collarbone and pushing his suit past his broad shoulders. It drops to the ground before Jensen backs you up against the wall. Your polished fingertips unbutton his dress shirt before flattening your palms against his hot chest. They slowly slide down his abdomen and stop at the top of his pants. His large hand slips through your dress’s slit, straight to your ass.
A moan erupts from your throat as you feel his bulge press against your clit. The pool between your thighs threatens to overflow. As if he read your thoughts, his hand slides inside your panties. His fingers brush over your sensitive nub and through your soaked folds. Desperate for more, your body arches into his touch. He teases you, pulling away from your littered neck to watch your face scrunch in agony.
After enough torment, he pries your drenched underwear down your legs, and you kick them off. His fingertips run from your outer to your inner thighs, and your breath hitches once they circle your slick entrance. You reposition your hands, one on either side of his toned shoulders. Giving him room to work with, your stance widens. His lips wear a proud smirk, seeing and feeling how ready you are for him. Moving the front of your silk dress out of his way, he holds the material near your hip, and your heart races faster.
Finally, his finger slides into your warm cunt. You sigh in contentment, feeling his digit in your holiest of places. His hand moves slowly, enjoying third base. Small moans fall from your pretty lips as his speed gradually quickens. When he sees your baseline of comfort, he adds another finger, drawing a loud gasp from your agape mouth.
His two digits alone stretch you deliciously. He slows his pace so you can get used to his thick fingers, and you can’t help but whine. Your neediness grinds your hips against his hand, wanting more than girth. He took your not-so-subtle hint and gave you what you asked for. And in return, you were a moaning mess.
You never thought you’d get this far with him, that it would only happen in your dreams but never in reality. Yet, here you were, squirming beneath his touch, being absolutely violated by his unholy fingers. Your head falls back against the wall as he curls his digits, hitting your G-spot perfectly. The pit in your stomach tightens, and you realize it isn’t much longer before it uncoils. You bunch his black shirt in your hands once his thumb applies heavy pressure to your clit.
Your moans grew louder, and you couldn’t stop them. Jensen’s left-hand pounds your aching pussy without mercy, and you feel like you’re in Heaven. His knuckles harshly kiss between your thighs and you revel in the promise of bruises. You glance in between your bodies and watch his hand pump in and out of you. The pleasure had built fast, and you were losing yourself faster. Your walls clench around his thick fingers, feeling your orgasm approach quickly.
“Fuck, Jay, I’m gonna—”
And before you can finish your sentence, you finish all over his hand. You scream into his chest as your climax washes over you. He works you through your high, drawing another orgasm seconds after the first. Your legs give out from under you, and his strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you upright. His hand stills inside you, giving you a chance to catch your breath.
After a few minutes, you regain the strength and stand on your own. Jensen finally withdraws his hand from your dripping cunt. He brings it to his mouth, and you see your juices coat his wedding ring. It shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did, but something about coming undone on the symbol of his and his wife’s “eternal love and commitment” made you feel wrong in the best ways. His lips wrap around his digits, sucking your cum clean.
“Mmm,” the handsome man hums. “You taste as good as you look.”
His words make your pussy throb, and all you want left is confined behind his designer pants. You smooth his shirt from where you wrinkled it before and swiftly relieve his restraints. He sighs in gratitude when you reach your hand inside his pants and gently rub his bulge.
“You gonna let me taste you now?”
“Maybe next time, sweetheart. Right now, I just wanna be hip deep inside your guts.”
With one hand, he lowers his pants and boxers enough to free his aching member. It was long and thick, more than you ever imagined. The tip was a suffocating red and glistening with pre-cum. Your mouth salivated at the delicious sight, jealous of your awaiting vagina. His hand touches the back of your thigh, sliding it toward the back of your knee before pulling it towards his hip. His unoccupied hand wraps around his cock and swipes the tip along your wet folds. He presses it against your bundle of nerves, eliciting a whimper from your impatient self.
Before you verbally hurry him, he shoves his member into your entrance. Your back arches off the wall, and you hiss in discomfort. He was bigger than he looked, and your body knew you’d be feeling him for days after. Your hands wrap around his neck, holding on as he attempts to fit his entire length in your small hole. It isn’t long before Jensen’s thrusts go deeper as your walls adapt to his size.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight.” He wraps his arm around your back, keeping you in place. “Not used to a man this size, are you?”
“N-no.”
“That’s gonna change. You’re mine now, sweetheart. And I ain’t never letting you go.”
Your dominant hand grabs his hair, running your fingers through it before tugging at the long ends, not giving two fucks if it messes up the style. The pain quickly turns into pleasure, and your moans reflect it. His rhythm was hard and fast, just how you needed it. The squelching noise from his dick slapping against your wet pussy joined your unholy moans. The sounds fill the air, and neither of you cares who hears. Danneel herself couldn’t stop you two.
His lips attack the area where your shoulder and neck meet, sucking, licking, and biting. You fight to keep your right leg wrapped around his waist, but the pleasure between your legs is becoming too much to handle, making it feel heavy. With every ‘bottoms out’ thrust, he bruises your cervix, and you feel like you're gonna die the most blissful death. The familiar coil in your belly returns, and you continue your shouts of praise. His drive gets sloppy, and you know he’s as close as you.
“Cum in me,” you choke out. “I wanna have the honor of your babies.”
Part of you was scared after you uttered your confession. You knew Jensen was done having kids. Yet the other part didn’t care: You wanted his seed. You craved it.
And you were shocked at his response, “Sweetheart, the honor will be all mine.”
That was all you needed to hear before you gushed on his hard dick. He follows immediately after you, spraying his promise inside its new home for the next 9 months. Your leg slides off his hip, and he leans against you. A layer of sweat coats your entangled bodies, proof of the vigorous love you made. Your panting mixes with his as you each come down from your highs.
Your mind swirls, overcome with ecstasy. You just had sex with Jensen, and Jensen just had sex with you. Not only did you each have sex with your crush, but it was the BEST sex you’ve ever had. He slowly pulls out, and you whimper from the loss. The instant his cock leaves you, your mixed juices drip down your leg.
You press your thighs together, refusing to let any more escape. Jay lets go of you and tucks himself back in before kneeling. Your hooded eyes gaze after him. He grabs your discarded underwear and slides it up your shaky legs. The fabric works as a dam, for now, at least. He turns around and pulls his suit jacket over, grabbing the grey handkerchief from its pocket. You move your gown away, allowing him to clean up the excess cum from your skin.
“Thank you,” You breathe.
He stands, taking you in his arms before giving you a small kiss on your temple. “Of course, princess.”
“I don’t want to go back,” You admit as you button his dress shirt.
“So let’s go to my hotel room instead.”
“Really?” Your face perks up before furrowing with concern. “But don’t you have to be here? It’s your premiere, after all.”
“I’d rather take this party somewhere more private. And besides, I’m sure they’re all too drunk to notice I’m not there.”
You giggle at his silly remark before capturing his lips with your own. “Lead the way.”
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