i love ur baby daddy pope can you please please please do a baby daddy sammy bryant who constantly flirts with reader at drop offs and begs her to get back with him
i think baby daddy!sammy is toxic and sleeeeeeazy
you would pull up to the station, your usual and neutral meeting spot to drop your son off to sammy whenever it was his weekend. the reason you divorced in the first place was a mix of things. your schedules never aligning, constant bickering, never being able to agree. you were the one to file for divorce, sammy begging and pleading you not lot leave but after months, he finally relented and signed the papers. he never stopped trying to get back with you though.
it was 10 minutes since you had pulled up, a sigh leaving your lips at his usual lateness. you had plans with your friends that evening, planning to go out to the bars and drink till you couldn't stand. the dress you wore was one you had bought after your divorce, deciding to do something for yourself for once instead of trying to please sammy all the time. you had started working out more, dressing a little more revealing, and going out more when you didn't have your son. your top priority was always him though, making sure he was happy whenever he was at your house. "you excited to stay with daddy this weekend?" you spoke, turning back in your seat to your son who was 4 now. all he did was nod, the toys in his hands keeping him distracted.
you were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a door closing, sammy making his way outside with a smirk on his face at the sight of you. he had changed quite a bit too since your divorce. he was fitter than ever, having lost a lot of his weight, cockier than ever, and loved to push your buttons ten times more. you only glanced at him before you were climbing out of the car, going to the backseat to unbuckle your son. what you didn't see was his smirk drop and eyebrows furrow together at your outfit. "daddy!" your son called as he ran to sammy, hugging onto his legs tightly. sammy was quick to lift your son up, pressing a kiss to his head. "hi buddy, you have a good time with mommy?" he hummed to the boy, smiling to his son before his attention was turned to you, watching you bend over in the backseat to grab his bag of clothes.
you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your son's cheek, shoving the bag into sammy's free arm. his cologne was strong, the same one he wore when you were married. the same one you were so addicted to. "say bye to mommy and head inside, i have to talk to her," sammy spoke, your son reaching to hug you tight before he was wriggling out of his father's arms and running to the door of the police station. you were already turning around to get back into the driver's seat, sammy's hand slamming against the door to keep you from opening it. "got plans or something?" he mumbled, an irritated sigh as leaving your lips as you turned to face him.
his eyes looked you up and down slowly, his teeth clenching at the sight of your cleavage popping out. "yes. now let me go, sammy," you mumbled, trying to push his arm from the door but he was quick to grab your wrist. "where you going? especially wearing this?" he mumbled, his fingertip moving to run against the top of the dress where it rested on your tits. you couldn't help but swallow hard, goosebumps popping up all over your body that had him smirking. "out with my friends. now if you'll excuse me i am going to be late because someone can never seem to be on time," you murmured, trying to free your wrist from his tight grip.
that only made him hold tighter, pulling you close so your bodies were pressed together. "don't be like that, baby," he hummed, hands moving to rest on your hips as he looked down at you. "could skip your plans and come over for dinner? lil family night," he suggested as he leaned down to your ear, pressing a small kiss to it. you hated the effect he still managed to have on you after all this time. curse him and his smooth talking and his sexy face. "not happening, it's amanda's birthday," you mumbled, hands moving to his police vest to try to push him back but he didn't budge, his hands only squeezing at your hips. "just come over after then. he'll be asleep. just wanna see what you have on under this," he continued to press soft kisses to your ear, knowing it was your weak spot.
you couldn't stop your thighs from clenching together, the sight of it making the evil smile on his face grow. "you're a pig," you mumbled, shoving him back before climbing into the driver's seat. he was quick to move between the door, not allowing you to shut it. he leaned across you to buckle your seat belt for you, pressing a small kiss to your cleavage. "you have my number, sweetheart. call me when you're all done tonight," he spoke, shooting a quick wink at you before he was shutting the door behind him.
and of fucking course you called him in your drunken state that night. who else was going to take care of you when you were this far gone?
bg: your boyfriend of 2 years is a professional boxer, and you've been doing long distance since the relationship began. you're 20; he's 26 and has been pro since he was 21.
you hadn't felt your boyfriend in 6 months. of course he called you everyday, but nothing compared to the feeling of his strength wrapped around your body. when his soft, pillowy chest rested against yours and your pulses matched one another's. he had a match in your town this weekend, almost 1000 miles from his hometown of chicago.
the distance between you two was like a match, always starting a fiery argument. part of you yearned for him to be close to you, but you also didn't want to drag him away from training with the people he'd grown up with and that made him into the fighter he is today.
he'd taken an early flight. he insisted on getting a rental car because he didn't want you to have to pick him up. that and he didn't like driving your car. it was too small for his frame, uncomfortable for him to drive. besides, what did someone who was on track to be heavyweight champ look like driving a small car like yours? he always reminded you that appearance was everything. that's why he always bought you and himself the newest cars. new, custom shorts every match and made sure you were dressed to the nines for his fights. no matter the cost.
that morning, you got a good nights sleep before his flight landed. you got pretty for him, fairly early, but it had been 6 months after all. you knew he didn't want to see you looking "regular," so you curled and styled your hair just how he liked it. you threw on a lace-lined skims playsuit. you'd already prepared yourself for him. wax and pedicure last week, and a fresh set of lashes the day prior. you swiped on a lip oil and laid across your bed, taking pictures.
that was you guys' thing. you posed, pushing your breasts together to emphasize your cleavage and pursing your lips. you knew he'd love for that to be the first thing he sees after a long, late flight. you played with your hair, threw it around to each side of your head, and smirked. you scrolled through your flooded camera roll and selected your two favorites. you hit send.
now, we wait.
30 minutes passed before you got a notification. he hearted both pictures. "well look at you. can't wait to touch you, pretty girl." he replied. you smiled at your phone. rolling off your bed eagerly, heading to tidy up your apartment.
he buzzed your call box and you pressed the button to let him up. you stopped at the mirror in your doorway to spruce yourself up. he knocked three times on the door, you swung it open. he stood before you in a black acid-washed hoodie with a large suitcase and a carry on duffel bag. he smiled at you.
hey, baby.
you giggled.
hellooo, handsome.
you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. he cradled his arms around your hips, resting a hand on your butt. you nuzzled into his neck and he placed a kiss on your forehead. you pulled away and pushed the door open to make space for him and his luggage. you reached to grab his duffel, full of his gym clothes and boxing gloves but he swatted your hand away.
i've got it, baby. you just head on in there.
he playfully smacked your behind with a light grope. you walked ahead of him and sat on the couch. he wheeled his suitcase into your bedroom, and when he came out he had removed his hoodie. he was stationed in front of you with just socks and his sweatpants. you noticed a peak in his pants, but ignored it. your cheeks burned, you knew he was impatient for you, but kept him waiting.
he walked over to your kitchen, opening the fridge for a drink. you got up from the couch and hugged him from behind against the counter.
i missed you so much!
you cooed, rubbing his defined back muscles. he rotated towards you, setting his drink on the counter. he placed his hands around your hips and ran them up and down your back.
oh yeah?
he leaned in to kiss you. you held his jaw and brushed your thumb across his cheeks, kissing him tentatively. his hands worked their way under your playsuit, grabbing at your round flesh. he pawed at the straps lined with lace, placing his hand on the back of your shoulder. your bodies pulled closer to each other like magnets, you felt the peak in his pants growing more and more. his ears began to turn red, then it spread to his cheeks. you pulled away and smiled at him.
his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pinched. you turned away from him, retiring to the couch. he breathed deep, scratching at his beard with his hands.
so, you training today? you asked innocently, ignoring the edge you just left him on.
uh, yeah. not till later though.
mm, nice. how long will that take?
not long, just a few rounds of sparring
save a round for me, yeah?
he chuckled.
we can knock a round out right now.
he walked over to your spot on the couch, heat radiating off his body as he leaned above you. your faces were close, noses almost touching each other.
he rested his rugged hands on the curve between your things and hips. you massaged his biceps with your palms as he kissed you. it was long and relentless. he moved his lips away and buried them in your neck. your head tilted back, giving him more room to pleasure you.
you ran your freshly manicured nails through his dark auburn curls, grazing his scalp. you moaned quietly, pressing your lips together. he moved his hands to your mid-back, pulling you closer to him. you start to lift yourself up, kissing him passionately while he lightly throws you into the air to give himself room to pick you up. he places his hand on the underside of your ass, squeezing. his tongue is inside the gummy walls of your mouth, noses pressing together.
i missed you so fucking much.
he murmured through the kiss. you clawed at his hair, twisting your head to accommodate his fast paced kissing. he carried you into the bedroom, pushing the door open with his toned back. he couldn't take his hands off your precious body.
he walked backwards until he accidentally ran into your bed. his knees slightly buckled but he wouldn't dare drop you. he threw you down on the bed, you sank into the fluffy mattress. he leaned down, sucking at your neck. he tugged at the straps of your playsuit, exposing your breasts. he took one into his mouth, tongue fluttering against your sensitive bud. you sighed deeply, grabbing at his locs.
he dragged your legs closer to hang off the edge of the bed, holding one thigh down with his hand and the other leg laying across his shoulder and down his back. he pulled your playsuit all the way off, exposing every part of you. he hovered over your aching pussy, breath hot against the sensitive, rigid skin. your legs shook with the desire.
he spit on your bud, rubbing it in with his rough tongue. your body convulsed against his tongue, you could already feel yourself beginning to gush.
stay still for me, baby.
you whined for him, you felt him smile against your heat as he stuck his tongue in your entrance. he pulled back for a moment, spreading your folds open with his calloused hands. he always did this when you'd been away from eachother for a while. maybe it was because he was paranoid of someone else taking you. maybe it was because he just loved the sight of your pussy.
let me see baby, you been staying pure for me?
you nodded, massaging your breast. he embedded his finger into you, feeling around for the sweet spot. your hips rocked and you bit your lip.
god it's so pretty down here.
he opened his mouth wide against your pussy and clamped down eagerly, pumping two fingers through you. your body curved into his. you reached for your pillow to muffle your loud moans. he buried his nose deeper in your mouth, coercing you to cum for him.
he reached a hand up to massage your breasts. ravaging your cunt faster and faster. he sucked on your bud and pressed on you bladder. your legs instinctively kicked up at the feeling. you moan loudly through your teeth as a teeth ran down your cheek onto your chest. god, you missed him so much. out of all the men you'd been with not a single one made you feel like he did. in times like this the distance didn't matter. he knew you. he saw you. you began to tighten around his fingers, you were ready to cum for him. your pussy got overwhelmed and you tried to move his head away. you pleaded through your teeth but he ignored them. instead, he spit on it one last time and rose up above you. he pulled down his sweats. the only thing before you was grey boxers with a leaky, thick cock protruding through the cotton.
he observed you then pulled down his boxers. you watched as a he let a long string oh salvia drip down onto his heavy cock. it was veiny and no matter how many times you took it, it stretched you out. the first time, the pain was almost unbearable. you found it hard to believe something so thick just grew naturally, but he knew how to use it. he lined himself up at your entrance.
how bad do you want it, sweet girl?
i want it, oh, i-i, i wanna cum sâbad for you.
his tip brushed against your entrance as he stroked himself. you rubbed your thighs together, still eager from the oral he'd given you. you propped yourself up on your forearms so you could get a better look at the man before you. his muscles flexed with every stroke, his hands were full of himself. he licked his lips and pressed his tip against your entrance.
biig stretch for me, that's it baby
you inhaled sharply as he progressed into you. you wrapped your legs around his legs, holding onto his angular shoulders. he rocked his hips into yours, sucking on your neck. his tip drove into your sweet spot causing you to cry out eagerly. he lifted his head to look into your eyes, you locked your fingers around his neck as he quickened his pace.
faster, baby. i'm so close-mmnghh
he loved having your nails run down his muscular back. he rested his chest against yours, only moving his lower half inside you. you cried out louder with each stroke. he grabbed your head with both hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. you pressed your teeth together, muffling your moans.
you're so tight for me, every time.
his eyes gleamed at yours. you spit in your hand and rubbed your clit vigorously. you whined from the pleasure. he took a breast into his mouth sucking on the delicate, plush skin.
fuck, i'm close
you panted as the orgasm approached. he finish inside you with two swift, hard strokes. he cried out loudly into your shoulder and breathed deeply. you felt the rush of his heat inside of you. it leaked out of you, beads of cum rolling down your ass. he collapsed on top of you. your orgasm followed quickly behind, squeezing his cock and convulsing the orgasm out.
f-fuck i'm gonna cum, mm i-i'm cumming, i'm cumming!
his gruff voice purred into your ear.
such a good girl for me. god, i fucking missed you.
you giggled lightly, still on a high from your orgasm. his cum still dripping out of you. he soaked inside of you, trying to catch his breath. he placed his arms on both sides of you, running his fingers through your hair. he kissed you, caressing your skin.
you both got up, he guided your hips onto his. you held onto his neck, sitting in his lap as he stroked your back gently; kissing and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Summary: while camping with your boyfriend, the two of you stumble upon something that you shouldnât have seen. Beau Arlen, the best Sheriff, and Dean Winchester, the best hunter, both get put on the case to help you find what was looming in the woods. All three of you find something worse afterwards, and the two of them donât mind helping you feel better.
⥠warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, dean winchester x beau arlen x user, threesome, beau and dean take turns with you, smut, unprotected sex, face-fucking, rough sex, dirty talking, sexual tension, infidelity, pet names (baby, sweetheart, doll), they both want you, crying during sex, rough!dean, gentle!beau, reader-insert, no mentions of y/n.
wc: 5.9k| : LOVED THIS REQUEST FROM ANON <333 omg i had to do it. Enjoy!!!
The campsite was quiet; only crickets hummed in the distant background, and the occasional crackle of fires smouldering in the distance. Trees rubbed and bumped each other, and you were laughing quietly, walking with your boyfriend.
Venturing into the woods late at night wasnât the best idea, but it was his idea. He thought it would be fun and adventurous, walking through a closed-off trail, going by the river when it was too dark even to see what was ahead of you, and you agreed and held his hand, trusting him.
âWhat was that?â you had muttered to him softly, quickly squeezing his hand and looking over your shoulder. âIt sounds like⌠someone is following us. I wanna go back,â you protested, shaking your head.
âBabe⌠no one is out right now. Half the campsite is sleeping or has gone home; nobody is following us,â he reassured, lightly tugging you along to keep walking deeper into the woods.Â
You nodded and decided to trust his poor decision, continuing to walk along the trailâthatâs until thereâs a soft squish under your feet, and you jump back, squealing.
âWhat the hell did I just step in?â you asked, eyes widening as you squinted, trying to see what slimy mess was spread across the trail, and why you were the one who had to step in it.
âIt was raining hours ago,â your boyfriend excused, waving his hands. âItâs a muddy trail; stop being so dramatic.âÂ
You shrugged off the uneasy feeling that came with stepping in a mystery goo and continued your stupid venture into the woodsâthatâs until you saw something that youâre definitely not supposed to: a large figure, tall and gruesome, dripping in goo thatâs hitting the moonlight perfectly, probably the same goo that was stuck to the bottom of your sneakers and itâs wearing the face of a camper you saw just horus ago. You screamed louder than you ever have, and you and your boyfriend ran back to the campsite, quick feet hopping over logs and branches, attempting to ignore the animal-like growls following the two of you back.
Itâs not until the next morning when itâs brought up again, not by you, but by someone else.
Your boyfriend is off elsewhere, probably early-morning fishing down by the lake, his rod cast into the water, trying to brush off the events of last night you both have decided to act like didnât happen, and youâre hunched over in the tent, getting dressed for the day.
âUhm, excuse me,â a deep voice mumbles, shamelessly unzipping the flap of your tent, and you look over your shoulder, clutching your shirt over your bare chest.
âIâm kinda in the middle of somethingââ you awkwardly say, not getting a proper glance of the mystery man who just thought it was a good idea to rush into a random girlâs tent.
When youâre finished getting dressed, you crawl out and see him standing there; tall and broad, with a short haircut and a clean-shaved face, but green eyes that catch in the sun when he turns to you. He whistles and shakes his head, and your eyes widen at the suggestive gesture.
âThey should not be lettinâ girls as you sleep alone in tents,â he hums, sauntering over to you, his hands stuffed into his leather jacket.Â
âThey donât,â you retort and shake your head, gazing up at him. âMy boyfriend is usually with me; heâs just not here right now,â you explain, watching his face drop and his eyes look elsewhere.
âOkay, well, Iâm Agent Getty,â he starts, pulling out his FBI badge, showing it up your face, and you squint. âAgent Lee is up further, askinâ others about what happened last night.â
âAgents Getty and Lee,â you say flatly, tilting your head to the side. âGetty Lee? Rush?â you ask, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and he looks taken aback, like he didnât think youâd notice the phony names named after a popular band.
He laughs nervously. âCoincidenceâŚâ
âRight,â you nod, looking past him and at the Land Rover pulled into the trail, just shy of the campsite. âAnyway, whatâs happening?â
âWell, you should know,â he says, gazing at you. âYou see somethinâ weird last night? In the woods?â he asks, his two hands in his pockets.
âYeah, but it was probably just an animal or something, I donât know,â you excuse and shake your head, blinking. âWhy? Did something happen?â
âThereâs been other accounts of it,â he tells you, gazing around the site. âAll sayinâ somethinâ about⌠this animal, wearing peopleâs faces. That ring a bell?â
You swallow hard and shift awkwardly on your bare feet, gazing up at the FBI agent, before looking down at your feet. You hesitantly nod.
âWas it Mrs. Wagner? Is that face you saw?â He asks, lowering his head to find your gaze.
âI donât know⌠but it was a woman I saw around here earlier. I donât know her name, though.â You shake your head and cross your arms, looking at the other man approaching the situation.
âHey⌠hey, whatâs goinâ on here?â the other man chimes in, his Texan accent making you turn your head. âLeave her aloneâwho are you?â he asks, turning to the FBI agent who looks personally offended.
âWho am I? Who are you?â the agent asks, his eyebrows raising.
âSheriff Arlen, Beau Arlen⌠and you? Who sent you?â Beau asks, his eyes narrowing.
âIâmâIâmâ Okay, IâM Dean. Iâm an FBI agent, sent here to investigate what happened here last night,â Dean says, gazing at the Sheriff, and youâre caught in the middle of it.
âSweetheart, we didnât ask for any FBI agents, please, just head back to your tent,â Beau says to you, shaking his head, gazing back at Dean, who is scratching his jaw.
âNo⌠no, itâs fine; he didnât do anything,â you defend Dean and shake your head, looking between the two men. âHeâs just helping⌠even if heâs a fake agent.â
Deanâs lips flatten into a line, and he sighs loudly, gazing around the site before looking back at you. Beau has his fingers hooked into his belt, and his eyes are focused on you; his gaze is soft.
âDo you mind showinâ me where this happened?â Dean then speaks up, and Beau turns to look at him, shaking his head.Â
âYou know nothinâ about crime scenes, kidâweâre not takinâ you there, darlinâ, youâre gonna wait here, and take you back home,â Beau reassures, stepping a bit closer to you, like heâs shielding you from the fake agent.
âCâmon,â Dean rolls his eyes, looking away from the Sheriff. âHow are we supposed to do anythinâ if the only person who has seen the thing⌠isnât allowed to show us where it was?â
âThing?â Beau asks, his eyebrow furrowing, and steps a bit closer to you. âIt was an animal, a wild bear, thatâs what mauled Mrs.Wagner, and Iâm not subjectinâ an innocent thing like her to that.â
You watch as Beau joins your side, and you look up to him. He rests a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently, soothing you as a man in authority would to keep the civilians at rest. You gaze at Dean, who has his head tipped back in frustration, and his facial expression knitted in disgustâheâs sure Beau is slightly hitting on you, and thatâs kind of his thing.
âFine,â Dean says and sighs heavily, looking away from the two of you.
âItâs okay,â you cut in, looking to Beau and then to Dean. âI can show you where it happened; itâs fine,â you shake your head, feeling his hand gently squeeze your shoulder, almost reassuring you that you don't have to do it.
âSee?â Dean says with a shit-eating grin, gesturing to you. âWomen are capable of things,â he mumbles, painting in a Beau bad light, and youâre almost laughing to yourself at these two men bantering.
âYou sure, sweetheart?â Beau asks, turning to look down at you, and your eyes meet himâthat same shade of green, but the corners are crinkled, and his beard is growing in, and Dean is rolling his eyes into the back of his head.
You nod. âMhm.â
The two men step back and watch you disappear into the tent again, throwing on some better-suited clothing for the walk in the forestâdenim shorts and a blouse, a pair of white socks and your sneakers following. You drift out of the flap, finding the two of them eyeing each other.Â
âYou ready?â Dean asks, his eyes gazing down at your thighs, and you nod again, quickly joining the two of them.
Beau mostly begins to lead the way, and you trail behind the man with Dean, who constantly looks like heâs trying to say something to you, but isnât sure how. His eyes look everywhere but always land on you, and Beau is whistling quietly, guiding all three of you back to where the whole disaster started in the first place.
âThis the right trail, sweetheart?â Beau asks, pausing and turning around to look at you.
âYeah⌠I can probably lead the way,â you suggest, taking a step away from Dean and a step ahead of Beau, leaving the two men following you instead.
Itâs awkward between them; both trying to save this damsel in distress, despite her boyfriend being by the lake, and not even doing a thing to keep her safe. And now they walk side by side, both eyeing the way your shorts ride up, your soft thighs glistening in the sunscreen you splattered on, and they both look at each other.
Dean clears his throat. âSheâs like your daughterâs age, right?â He asks, giving Beau a smile thatâs the most condescending thing in the world.
âNah,â Beau shakes his head, sniffling and looking down at the trail beneath his feet. âNot thinkinâ about anythinâ like that, kid,â he replies.
âYeah, you are,â he nods, keeping that smile on his face. âHow could you not? Look at her,â he gestures towards you and the sway of your hips, your hand constantly adjusting the strap of your shirt.
âSheâs sweet,â Beau says with a slow nod, adjusting his belt. âNot somethinâ I wanna sleep with.â
âOkay, so you donât have dibs on her?â He then asks, turning to look at Beau, who is sighing louder than ever, shaking her head.
âAinât middle school,â he replies, turning to look at the younger kid beside him. âDo what you want.â
Dean smiles and looks at you like youâre a prize he has to win, and Beau is mentally facepalming at the immaturity of this punk beside him. The two men continue to follow you, watching the way you stop and look back at them.
âHere,â you tell them, nodding. âHere, I stepped in⌠some weird goo, I donât know⌠it mightâve been mud.â
âGoo?â Dean pipes up, walking away from Beau, who is wiping his brow. âLike? Ectoplasm?â
âOkay,â Beau cuts in and shakes his head, breathing a bit heavier. âThis ainât Ghostbusters; this is real-life,â he says, feeling his joints achingâthatâs what happens when youâre forty-seven, and with a girl in her mid-twenties, and a fresh thirty-year-old.Â
You bite your lip and look between them, watching the glares and the soft curses, the clear disagreement, and you canât help but laugh a little, finding it quite amusing.
âI donât care if itâs ghost stuff or a bear; I just want everyone to be safe,â you explain and shake your head, and they look at you, nodding. âMy boyfriend⌠heâs out at the lake, and I donât feel safe.â
âWell, maybe he should be with you,â Dean pokes, taking a light jab at your boyfriend.Â
You go quiet and turn around, continuing to walk deeper into the trail, and Beau and Dean mindlessly follow you, walking deeper into the woods, the sunlight dimming as the trees grow thicker and the leaves block the warm rays.Â
The three of you end up at a dead end after a while, and you turn around to face them; Beauâs eyes are soft and understanding, but Dean has that furrow in his brow, that look that says heâs a bit pissed off that the three of you have been going around in circles for hours.
âItâs fine, darlinâ,â Beau says before you can whine and apologize; heâs used to reading faces. âAinât your fault, you were probably shakinâ up, I donât blame you for not rememberinâ clearly.â
âI-I donât know, I thought it happened here!â You say, shaking your head, and Beau is stepping forward, lightly bringing you into a hug.
Dean rolls his eyes. âOkay⌠okay, enough, we just keep lookinâ then,â he shrugs, glancing around the forest.
Beauâs hands are warm against your body, keeping you closer and against his chest, large hands cradling you, and you close your eyes, soaking in the warmth. Youâre not used to this, physical affection.
âYeah, where?â You ask when Beau pulls away, joining your side. âWe just looked everywhere! Iâm gonna take you guys in circles all dayâyouâre missing out on actual problems.â
âThis is a real problem,â Beau says, looking at you. âA woman died, and more will if we donât keep searchinâ⌠Itâs fine, sweetheart.â
You sigh and nod, looking between the two of them, finding it difficult to grasp that theyâre more understanding than pissed off, even if Dean is clenching his jaw and rolling his eyes too much. He never vocalizes it, and the three of you begin walking again, turning onto an even smaller trail.Â
Beau mostly leads the way this time, his hand focused on the gun in his holster, and Dean has his hidden in his jacket, not wanting to cause even more trouble with the Sheriff who wouldnât mind cuffing him up and taking the son of a bitch back to the station for carrying a weaponâan unlicensed one, at that.Â
âSo,â Dean starts quietly, gazing at you as the two of you wander through the forest, keeping his voice low. âThis your first time campinâ?â
âNo,â you shake your head, keeping your voice just as low. âThis is the first time Iâve seen a monster, though.â
âSo it is a monster, and not some bear?â He asks.
You glance up ahead at Beau, and then back to Dean. You quietly nod, and his eyebrows raise, and he clicks his tongue, laughing.
âWell, shit,â he breathes out, shaking his head. âI was hopinâ he was right, and weâd just run into a pissed-off mama bear, not a monster wearinâ a lady's fuckinâ face,â he sighs, and you laugh quietly.
Beau looks over his shoulder and sees Dean making you laugh and smile, and he looks ahead again, his teeth grinding against each otherâthe words ring in the back of his head: old enough to be your daughter.
The trail winds and turns, and youâre giggling with Dean as Beau leads and leads, protecting the âkidsâ behind him, ensuring a monster doesnât pop out of the bushes and decide to wear one of your faces next. He sighs and shakes his head, pausing.
âWe gotta start headinâ back,â Beau drawls, wetting his lips. âItâs gettinâ dark out, and these things like to come out at night, clearly,â he explains, and Dean scoffs.
âI hunt in the night all of the fuckinâ time,â he says, waving off Beau. âItâs better to; maybe weâll actually see this bear that wears peopleâs faces,â he taunts, his eyes narrowing at the sheriff.
âNo,â Beau says and shakes his head, his hand hitting Deanâs chest as he tries to walk past him. âWeâre headinâ back to camp, makinâ sure this little lady is okay, and then weâll pick up where we left off tomorrow.â
Deanâs eyes drift to the older man, his eyes narrowing even more, and he flares his nostrils as his jaw ticks. Heâs trying his best not to punch this guy square in the face because Dean Winchester doesn't give up on a hunt, not after hunting for years and solving every fucking case, and saving every pretty girl he meets along the way.
âHeâs right,â you speak up and shake your head, and Dean looks back at you. âIf we all die, then⌠thereâs really no point in any of this; all of our evidence and knowledge will be destroyed.â
Beau nods, and Dean is restraining himself. He sarcastically smiles and nods, walking past you, making himself the leader this time around, and Beau joins you, deciding to walk along with you now.Â
âIâm sorry again,â you say quietly to Beau, and he laughs, shaking his head.
âNothinâ to be sorry about,â he tells you, his eyes looking at Dean. âYou tried nâ weâll try again tomorrow, kid,â he reassures, reaching over to pat your lower back.
âYou all came out here to help, and I didnât help at all,â you shake your head, gazing down at your sneakers as it grows darker outside.Â
âNot your job to help authorities,â Beau drawls, his Texan accent smooth on your ears. âOr⌠whatever he is,â he gestures to Dean.
âHeard that,â Dean calls back, and you laugh, biting your lip.
âYour boyfriend gonna be upset?â Beau then asks, his eyes looking at you.
âHe probably didnât notice,â you laugh nervously, shrugging. âHeâs probably still fishing, or flirting with a girl a few tents up.â
Dean and Beau both mentally note that: neglected girl, clearly under the impression her boyfriend is cheating, and clearly needs something to make her feel better.
âThat ainât right,â Beau mumbles to you, and Dean glances back and over his shoulder. âYou shouldnât be with a man like that.â
âWell, my parents think Iâm gonna marry him,â you explain, nodding. âI donât wanna shatter their dreams of me being a bride.â
âYou still can be,â he says, his hand finding your lower back again, guiding you now. âJusâ not to some loser.â
You turn your head and look up at Beau, his lips curled into an understanding smile in the dark forest, and Dean is overhearing this romantic sob story thatâs really only registering as âI can fuck her and make her feel better.â Heâs not really sure where the Sheriffâs head is at, though.Â
The three of you finally head back to the campsite, and your boyfriend is sitting there; heâs sitting around a fire he lit, his eyes widening when you emerge from the trail, two men behind you, and he swallows hard, quickly running up to you.
âBaby, where the hell were you?â He asks, pulling you into a hug. âIâve⌠Iâve been looking for you all day,â he mumbles, pulling back and holding your face.
âIt was about last night,â you tell him, nodding. âThe thing we sawâŚâ
Your boyfriend looks over your shoulder and sees the two men behind you, awkwardly hovering beside each other; Beau rubbing his beard, and Dean messing with his gun that Beau has decided not to nip him for.
âThey take care of you?â He asks.
âYeah⌠yeah, really well, actually,â you smile and nod, but your eyes notice something, probably worse than the monster you saw last night.
The tent flap shifts, and a figure dips out of it; a taller girl, long blonde hair, curled to perfection, and sheâs sauntering back to her campsiteâthatâs the girl you had told Beau and Dean about, the one you caught him flirting with a few times this trip.
Your boyfriend notices the look on your face, the sudden dissociation, and he turns his head. She waves bye to him, and your lips part in surprise at the interaction, and he nervously laughs, shaking his head.
âBabyââ he starts, shaking his head.
You donât bother entertaining a situation like that, not at all. You merely push by him, nudging his shoulder as you dip into the other tent, the one you had set up in case your friend showed up, who ended up not coming at all. Itâs also better than the one that probably smells like sex from some random chick and your boyfriend.
Deanâs jaw is slack with surprise, and Beau is just as surprised at the moment. Your boyfriend stands there and puts his hands on his hips, clearly confused as to what to do.
âYou pay her at least?â Dean speaks up, taking a few steps towards your boyfriend. âThe hooker.â
âFuck off,â your boyfriend replies, waving him off, and Dean lifts his hands like heâs guilty. âYou donât know anything about what just happened.â
During the whole exchange, Beau gets a call on his radio, and he curses quietly to himselfâsome disturbance a few sites up again, and he canât be bothered to say goodbye to Dean, and heâs driving off in his rover, quickly heading to others in distress.
âIâm just sayinâ,â Dean drawls, licking his lips. âUsually, I tip the prostitutes I fuck, and I also donât cheat on my girlfriend with âem,â he shrugs, running his tongue over his teeth.
âWho are you, man?â Your boyfriend asks.
âWhatâs it to you?â Dean asks, narrowing his eyebrows.
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes and walks off to god knows where, and Dean can only pray that whatever thing was in the woods comes out and bites his head clean off. He decides to walk towards the tent youâre huddled in, and he dips his head in, finding you sitting there, wiping your eyes.
âSorry boutâ that,â Dean mumbles awkwardly, quietly dipping in through the flap, and you let him. âHeâs a piece of shit⌠knew the minute you said that he left you alone this morninâ.â
You nod a little, wiping your eyes, and Dean sits before you, his legs crossed. He stares at you; your head bowed, your eyes red, and he feels bad. Heâs not used to comforting crying girls, only cursing out Sammy and making fun of him when he gets too emotional sometimes.
Dean reaches forward and grabs your cheek, cupping it gently in his rough hands, his thumb collecting tears. Your lips part in surprise at the gentle gesture, and he feels the heat spread to your cheeks.
âIâll protect you tonight,â he promises and nods, rubbing your chin with his thumb, just before he pulls back and places his hand in his lap. âWonât let anythinâ hurt you.â
Dean is working off his leather jacket, discarding it at the side of the tent, and you swallow hard, gazing at his biceps against his V-neck black shirt, and you blink. You bite your lip, and he looks up at you, noticing the look in your eyes.
The gesture is surprising but wanted; heâs kissing you, a lazy press of his lips against yours, and youâre already kissing back. Slow movements between the two of you unfold; youâre lazily letting your tongue tangle with his, and heâs pushing you back onto the sleeping back, nudging his way between your thighs.
Heâs kissing your lips, quickly and roughly, eager brushes and licks and swipes, your tongues colliding, and your head is tipping back, the side you feel his lips against the side of your neck.
âDean,â you moan softly, his chapped lips moving along the soft skin, lightly kissing down, his teeth grazing your pulse point, where it beats and throbs.Â
His lips move over your skin, hands finding their way up your shirt, bare, rough hands grabbing at your waist, holding you, squeezing you. You whimper at the grasp, feeling how different he is compared to your boyfriendâthereâs something hungry in the way Dean moves.
He bites now, teeth sinking into your skin, and you whine, and the noise is a song to his ears, and he smirks, hands sliding down your bare waist and to your denim shorts. He fiddles with the button and zipper.
âYou feelinâ good?â He asks you, and you nod quickly, your stomach moving with your heavy breaths. âMakinâ you feel better?â
He carefully slides the denim down your thighs and over your ankles, a quick maneuver heâs clearly done time and time again. He wanted it since he saw you getting changed, that innocent look on your face; the parted lips and blinking eyes.
Dean has your shorts discarded off to the side, and he glances at your underwear; white and cotton, a tiny bow on the front, and he reaches down, his thumb roving over the little detail. You bite your lip, watching.
âMakes me wanna corrupt you, or somethinâ,â he breathes out and shakes his head, his jaw clenching. âToo sweet.â
Your eyes look the same as when he caught you; wide and blown out, but thereâs that hint of lust sweeping over them, glossy and evident. He slides his hand and gently cups you, his thumb going over where he knows your clit is, all through the warm fabric.
Your head tips back, and you whine, your body shifting against the sleeping bag. He watches in awe at the way you react.
âNeglected thing, arenât you?â He asks quietly, tilting his head to the side. âSquirminâ from a little bit of touch, babyâŚâ
âSorryââ you mumble and shake your head, feeling embarrassed for melting so easily. Dean loves it.
âShhhâŚâ he hums, lightly hooking fingers into your underwear. âJusâ let me make you feel good, yeah?â
Once Dean is satisfied with the damp mark on your underwear and the soft noises you make, he works on tugging down your underwear, leaving it with your shorts. Itâs followed by a few soft clicks of his belt and jeans, and heâs helping himself out of his boxers. You swallow hard, glancing down.
âPretty thing,â he whispers, shifting further between your spread thighs, letting his hard cock press against your folds; warm and wet, and he groans in response.
You bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut as he carefully slides closer to you, letting himself gradually sink into you. Youâre already so wet, slick and dripping; he moves in so easily, just a simple glide, and your head tips back in awe, your back arching.
âOh, my gosh,â you breathe out, quickly reaching up to grab his shoulder. âDeanâpleaseââ you groan through your teeth, and heâs already panting, leaning over you.
Thereâs an immediate difference from the last time you had sex; Dean is bigger, thicker, and he starts with quick and heavy thrusts, your body immediately rocking. Your body shifts with the rolls of his hips, and youâre whining, your mouth agape.
âYeah? Feelinâ even better, doll?â Dean grunts out, his hips mercilessly fucking into you, a back-and-forth motion in the small tent, and the sleeping bag rustles. âYeah⌠I bet you are, you are.â
Youâre nodding, your head tipped back in awe at how rough heâs turned, and how quickly the sweet words and gestures bleed into relentless thrusts and hard grips and grasps on your hips and waist. You know thereâs gonna be bruising, and youâre not against it.
âTakinâ me so good, good girl,â he breathes out, his own head tipping back as he pounds into you, and youâre almost drunk on such a feeling you thought you were used toâsex with your boyfriend was never like this.
Dean relentlessly hits the deepest parts inside of you, sending your head back, and your hand grips his shoulder tighter and tighter, your whole body tense, tears lightly streaming down your face. Itâs overwhelming and rough.
âPoor thing⌠whyâre you cryinâ?â He asks, his head tilting to the side as he grips your hips harder, keeping you pushed against the sleeping bag. âDonât cry⌠be a big girl, baby, just take it,â he taunts, nodding.
Itâs all fast-paced and filthy, his words and his movements, the way he enjoys watching your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hang open, how your hips shift and you whine and cry more. He fucking loves it, until itâs interrupted.Â
Beau Arlen is there; eyes wide, his lips parted; Dean between your bare thighs, tears streaming down your face, and youâre whining even when Dean has stopped, even when heâs buried inside of you, his own eyes widened.
The call was a quick oneâsomething about a kid going missing, when the little guy had really just walked into someone elseâs tent and didnât know the concept of opening it and leaving when he felt scared. The parents had flipped.
And now Beau came back to this.
âBeau,â you whine, and Deanâs head turns to look down at you, his eyebrows raising at the words. âBeauâŚâ
Beau swallows hard and isnât sure what to do right now. Dean is buried inside of you, five seconds away from cumming, and youâre softly whining, beckoning him to crawl into the tent.
He goes against every instinct and does it carefully.
âHe hurtinâ you, sweetheart?â Beau asks quietly as he moves towards you, and Dean realizes the odd dynamic and feels an odd turn in his gut. He doesnât mind it.
Dean picks up thrusting again, and Beau watches your head tip back, your eyes closing. Heâs right there, beside you, lightly placing his hand by your jaw, rubbing your cheeks as the tears drift down.
âYouâre okay, darlinâ,â Beau suddenly drawls, and Dean continues to rock back and forth, and he watches that pretty face contort. âHe makinâ you feel good, ainât he?â
You stare up at Beau and nod quickly, biting your lip as you hold back whimpers and whines, and you're squeezing Deanâs shoulder. Dean is still gripping your hips, keeping you still.
âMakinâ her feel real fuckinâ good,â Dean groans, the sound of skin on skin getting louder and louder. âSheâs fuckinâ tight,â he mumbles, his head tipping back, and Beau only looks at you.
âYeah? You tight, baby?â Beau asks, his eyes gazing down, watching your shirt drift up, the bare stomach showing. âHeâs in your tummy, ainât he?â
âUh-huhâŚâ you babble and stare at Beau, but your eyes slowly go back to Dean, who looks like heâs running off nothing but lust right now. He growls, keeping up the pace.
âPoor thing,â Beau mumbles, sliding a hand to rest against your forehead, his thumb grazing between your brows. âYou can take him⌠and then youâll take me, too, sweet girl.â
You nod and look away, your body limp against the sleeping bag, a relentless pounding from Dean as Beau coos, softly reassuring you, his hand even going to splay over your stomach. He rubs gently.
âI know, itâs a lot,â Beau whispers, nodding, rubbing your stomach. âBut itâs gonna feel good⌠when he cums in here, makes you feel all warm nâ full. Your boyfriend ever do that?â
You shake your head quickly, moaning louder as Dean suddenly buries himself inside of you, and cums, fast and hard; he pumps inside of you, a consistent stream of his seed spilling, and Beau slides his hand away, letting Deanâs take his place.
âFuck,â Dean groans, his ring cold against your bare stomach, and you look up at him. âTook me so fuckinâ good, god damn,â he breathes out, holding himself inside of you as Beau begins to undo his belt next.
It was hard not to get hard when youâre whining and whimpering, when youâre staring into Beauâs eyes as another man fucks you. And the process is about to be repeated, once again.
Dean slowly pulls out, and Beau is right there, in line to take over. He carefully pushes in, not leaving you any time to adjust to the lack of cock inside of you, and you whine all over again, your back arching off the sleeping bag, and Dean is going to where Beau once sat.
âOh, baby,â Beau drawls out, Deanâs cum acting as a second layer of lubricant. âYou feel so good⌠You feel good? Feelinâ okay?â
Your eyes are closed, but a gentle tap on your cheek is when your eyes open; Dean is tapping his cock against your cheek, still hard and throbbing, and your eyes widen. Heâs on his knees, right by your head, and your mouth instinctively opens, and Dean slides himself right in there.
Beau is focused on thrusting back and forth, holding your hips gently, a lot less rough than Dean, and Dean is just letting you lazily suck on his head, gagging you, keeping you quiet.
âPretty girl,â Beau groans, watching your body rock once again, your hips shifting more, and he keeps them still. âSuckinâ like that, all while takinâ me⌠ainât you the sweetest thing?â He coos, his words a stark contrast to Deanâs movements before.
You whimper around the cock stuffed in your mouth, letting Beau use you, even though heâs being really fucking sweet about it; all whispers and sighs, grunts and groans that he doesnât want to make, and a thumb lightly rubbing on your lower stomach.
âGood baby,â Beau whispers, and Dean is gazing down at you, watching your eyes flutter and brim with tears. âBeinâ so good for us.â
âYeah, real good,â Dean chimes in, his voice deeper and Beau works on keeping you closeâhe can see it in the way your muscles tense and the way you clench, that youâre getting close. He loves it.
The two of them work together to use you, stuffing you in your mouth and core, keeping you as full as possible, and youâre enjoying it more than you thought. There are Dean's rough whispers, dirty thoughts spilling into confessions, and then thereâs Beauâs gentle hands and murmurs, reassuring you, letting you know that youâre doing well, that you have to hold on a bit longer.
âSo close, my girl,â Beau drawls, nodding, his own head beginning to tip back in awe. âJusâ keep takinâ us, youâre okay,â he breathes out, and Dean doesnât really careâheâs focused on fucking your mouth now, desperately wanting more.
Your mind is cloudy and heavy, a mix of thoughts you canât seem to comprehend right now; youâre all gagged and full, your eyes closed as your senses are filled beyond what they usually are.
âForgettinâ about that boyfriend of yours, ainât you, sweetheart?â Beau drawls, that southern accent somehow deeper than it was before. âYour mind all fuzzy nâ broken right now? âSupposed to be like that⌠want you to forget.â
Your moans and whines are all gagged when you finally cum, and Beau groans and leans over you a bit more when he doesâyouâve been stuffed two times in less than forty minutes, and Dean is also spilling into your mouth for a second time today.
Dean purposely lets himself hang over your face, cum dripping onto it, and Beau keeps himself buried inside of you. The two men are exhausted and heaving over you, all pants and soft grunts, and youâre a mess against the sleeping bag, trying to ignore how that was the best sex youâve had in your entire life.
You almost forget that thereâs a monster looming in the woods, and the search resumes tomorrow morning.
pope definitely chokes you out when he's close to cumming. both of his veiny hands wrapped around your neck with his right thumb pressing on your larynx. you gasp for air, your voice is hoarse. you claw at his digits as they squeeze tighter. oddly enough, this was the safest you felt with him. it felt good for him to be in control of you, your whole life in his hands. your throat got tighter and tighter, his eyes were shut tightly above yours. he continued moving his hips roughly against yours. as your throat tightened, so did your grip on his cock. he twitched inside you. everything went dark. you weren't out for long, but when you came to he was slapping your face lightly and had his thumb in the corner of your mouth. your eyes widened and you started to hyperventilate. you were scared and immediately swatted his hands away from you.
shhh baby it's just me, daddy's got you. yeah.. yeah, baby. i got you.
your breathing slowed and you closed your eyes. he stroked your hair as you looked into his eyes. once your full feeling came back, you felt his cum dripping out of you. you smiled up at him and he cupped your face to kiss you. you held his wrist with one hand and brushed through his curls with the other.
i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to put you out. i got carried away. it's okay babydoll, just breathe.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected intimacy, pet names (baby), taboo ish relationship, everyone is 20+.
Wc: 1k
The weeks that followed were a blur of professional exhaustion and mounting, unspoken electricity. you had learned that Mr AcklesâJensen was as demanding as he was brilliant. What had just started as simple document reviews turned into lingering conversations that stretched well past office hours.
You were just an intern, but the way his eyes tracked your movements across the office told a different story. the air between you was so heavy it felt like it might shatter if either of you spoke too loudly.
Jensen, however was starting to break. He was fighting a losing battle. Everytime you leaned over his desk to point out any inconsistencyâs in a report, the scent of your perfume acted like a physical blow to his restraint. He spent months playing the part of the strict boss, but the professional mask was fraying at the edges. He was tired of keeping his distance, tired of the âMr Ackles,â and tired of the agonizing game of pretend.
The office was nearly empty when he buzzed your desk. âY/N. My office. Now we need to go over these final documents.â
You entered, the door clicking shut behind you. You placed the files on his desk, but as you turned to leave, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. His grip was firm, yet careful.
âSir?â You breathed, your voice barely a whisper.
He didnât answer. He stood up, his tall frame hovering over you, his eyes dark and hungry. The patience he had carefully held back for months finally snapped. With a low, frustrated groan, he stepped into your space, his hands slid from your wrist to the back of your neck.
He pulled you in, and before you could register what was happening, his lips crashed onto yours. It wasnât a professional kiss; it was raw,rough, and desperateâit was a kiss full of suppressed desire. His hands tangled into your hair, holding you firmly against him. The office, the internship, and the rules your dad had set vanished, leaving only the heat of his mouth and the sudden, realization that he wanted this just as badly as you did.
He pulled away, his breath coming in ragged, Heavy breaths echoed in the quiet office. He looked down at you with a desperate, searching expression, his composure had completely shattered.
âPlease tell me you wanted this,â he rasped, his voice thick, and vulnerable Youâd never seen him act like this before. âIf you didnât, Iâll stop. Iâll walk away right now.â
You didnât hesitate. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you cupped his face, feeling the rough stubble against your palms. âI wanted this, Jensen,â you whispered, your heart beating louder against your chest. âSince the day I first met you. Donât stop.â
As soon as the words left your mouth, his restraint vanished. He swept the scattered documents aside with one arm, the papers falling to the floor, and hoisted you up onto the edge of the heavy desk.
He moved in like a starved man, his mouth claiming yours with a hunger that stole the air from your lungs. It felt like months of suppressed longingârough,demanding, and possessiveness. His tongue swept into your mouth tasting you with a frantic intensity that made your head spin. You wrapped your arms closer around his neck, pulling him in closer, needing to feel his solid, hard wall chest of his against yours.
He kissed you with such desperation, his hands roaming over youâgripping your waist, then sliding up to tangle firmly in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the angle.
He slowly pulled away and started unzipping your skirt. Once he pulled it down to the floor, he pulled your panties to the side. You looked down and watched,breathless, as he made his way to your legs and parted them, his mouth tracing a path from your ankle bone to the inside of your knee, it made you shiver.
His mouth lingered there for a moment, his hands paving the wayâhis palms were warm and a bit rough, confident as they pressed your thighs further apart.
âIs this okay?â He said, staring at you from in between your legs.
âYes..â you manage to let out. You felt his thumb teasing your wet folds before he rubbed tight circles over your clit, making you quiver with need. He hooked his fingers inside of you slowly, moving quicker when he saw your thighs twitch. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you with a steady rhythm, curling them inside of you until you let out a soft whimper.
His pace quickened âCum on my fingers for me, baby..â he teased. His fingers hit that spot in the back, making you cum. You let out a loud moan, pleasure spreading throughout your whole body causing you to shiver.
âJensen.. I need you in me. Please,â You pleaded.
He hoisted himself up and slid his fingers into his mouth. âGod, you taste so fucking good,â he groaned. He pulled you closer, kissing you roughly and impatiently. Your hands fisted in his hair as you rested your head on his shoulder.
âShit. We need condoms,â he groaned.
âIâm on the pill, please. I just need you inside of me..â you whined.
âYouâre not very patient, are you?â He teased.
You felt his throbbing tip pressing against your entrance. You whimpered, feeling him against you. He slowly thrust inside of you, your walls clenching around him.
âAh, fuck. Youâre so tight..â he growled. He started burying himself inside you, teasing you with gentle strokes before going in rougher and quickening his pace.
âIt feels so good. Keep going, please,â You cried out.
He groaned and turned you over, bending you against the desk. Your hands went flag against the surface, your back arched and helpless against his thrusts. His breath was hot against your shoulder as he pounded into you faster and deeper.
âIâm so close..â you whined.
His hands moved to cup your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples. You groaned, feeling his hands traveling around your body. His fingers moved down to press against your throbbing clit.
You cried out, eyes rolling back as the pleasure crashed over you. You came undone on his cock, your swollen clit throbbing against his member, your legs trembling. He kept thrusting, fucking you through an orgasm.
âI want you to feel my cum filling you up. Can you take that for me, baby?â
You nodded, squeezing him tighter. He whimpered, his hips jerking harder. âO-oh myâgod!â you yelped, feeling him thrust deeper.
Jensen continued to pulse inside you until he finally came undone, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his cum. You pulsed around his cock, milking every drop.
âThatâs my good girl,â he groaned watching you take every last drop Of him. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours with a raw, exhausted honesty. âIâve been trying so hard to stay away from you,â he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. âI donât think I could have done this any other way.â
âMe neither,â You whispered back, feeling the weight of his confession settle in your chest.
Jensen didnât pull away. He stayed there, holding you against him in the quiet office, as if he were trying to memorize the feeling of you. He cleaned you up with a gentleness that felt almost sacred, his hands steady even though his breathing was still uneven.
When he finally sat you on his lap and pulled you close, the world outside the office door felt like it didnât exist. Jensen eventually drove you home, the silence in the car heavy with everything we hadnât said.
As you lay in bed later, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin, the reality of it started to sleep in. You were an intern; he was the boss. There were rules, professional boundaries, and your fatherâs expectationsâall of which felt miles away in the heat of the office, but closer now in the quiet of your room. You knew this secret would be a heavy thing to carry, it was a delicate thread that could snap at any moment. But as you closed your eyes, thinking of him, you realized you didnât care. For now, the secret was enough.
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