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nalaniisthebest · 1 year

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Jacuzzi- Austin Butler

summary: you and austin are costars that secretly are friends with benefits and he texts you to him in the jacuzzi..

black actress x reader

gentle dom austin!!!!

warning: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, cursing,

word count: 1.3k

“what if someone sees us?” i asked worried.“then let them, i want the whole world to see how good you ride my dick..” austin replied pulling the string to the bottom bikini, making it fall off my body floating away from us…

I TOOK one last look at my black bikini in the mirror before grabbing my phone off the hotel bathroom counter reading the time.. 11pm

i sighed grabbing a towel from the hallway closet and put my slides on before leaving my hotel room.

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i opened the door to the indoor pool confused. austin wasn’t here.

“austin?” i called out. i searched around the indoor pool, not being able to find him. i was about to call his phone when i look out the window to see him in the outdoor jacuzzi.

“you have to be kidding me.” i mumbled to myself. i opened the door leading outside as the december wind hit my bare skin, making me shiver.

“you remember that it’s december, right?” i called out as austin turned around with a smile on his face. “i mean they never closed the outside pool and jacuzzi, so.” austin replied shrugged as i started walking towards him.

“you look amazing in that bikini.” he told me once i was close enough not the yell at him.

“even though i was kinda hoping you’d come with less clothes.” he said making me chuckle as i put my leg into the heated water as austin watched never taking his off me

“yeah right. it’s too fucking cold to be out here” i said fulling entering the jacuzzi. i watched as austin eyed me up and down smiling before looking up at me.

“well that’s why we’re in the jacuzzi, love.” he said grabbing me by my waist, pulling me toward him so i can straddle his lap. “so we can stay warm..” he mumbled before giving me a quick peck on the lips. i rested my hands on his neck and he kept his hands on my waist.

“so, what was the real reason you called me down here, mhm?” i asked already knowing what he wanted. he bit his lip before answering. “well..” he sighed “i was down here all by myself and the thought of you came across my mind and i missed you.” he answered as i shook my head..

“and what would your girlfriend think, mhm?” i asked as he shrugged his shoulders. “think about what?” he asked. “oh cmon butler, im not dumb. i know why you wanted me to be down here.” i said with full confidence. “cause you want to fuck me.” i said before he could say anything. the smirk on his face got somehow bigger.

“oh baby. you know me so well. better then she would has.” he whispered before chasing his lips into mine. our kiss was slow, and passionate. i could feel a pool of wetness start to pool in my bottoms, but this wasn’t enough. i wanted more. i slowly started rocking my hips against his lap, making him groan into our kiss. austin moved the kisses down to my neck, kissing, sucking, biting all over my neck leaving marks all over.

“a-austin..” i mumbled as he pulled away from me from. “mhm?” “we can’t do this outside.” i told him as he chuckled. “i’m being serious.” i said as he continued to chuckle.

“what if someone sees us?” i asked worried..“then let them, i want the whole world to see how good you ride my dick..” austin replied pulling the string to the bottom bikini, making it fall off my body floating away from us.

“austin..” i said as he pulled down his swimming trunks. he quickly hushed me. “just enjoy the moment with me baby, okay?” he mumbled as i nodded. i alined myself with austin’s dick and sunk down wasting no time. “mmm” i softly moaned just from the of austin being inside of me.

“baby you feel so good. fuck you’re so tight.” he moaned licking his lips. austin pulled my crop top up as my brown boobs fell out making him groan. he attached his mouth onto my left boob. sucking, biting leaving marks before he switched to the other one.

i continued to bounce up and down trying not to be as loud as i really wants to be. “fuck” i mumbled leaning my head back. “baby you don’t have to hold it in. you’ve been doing so good for me. let it all out.” he said leaving soft kisses on my stomach and chest while gripping my ass.

austin harshly slapped your ass while you felt pressure on clit making a loud come from your mouth. “austinn..” you moaned again leaning your head back. “there she is.” austin said harshly rubbing your clit while leaving kisses all over your boobs. “don’t get quiet on me now love. let me hear you.” austin said rubbing your clit.

“shit!” you moaned making you bounce faster. the sound of your moans and water splashing fills the quiet void outside. you start the feel the knot in your stomach unravel as you clutched around austin making him groan.

“shit.” he moaned leaning his head against the jacuzzi. “baby, im so close. austin please.” i begged as he looked up at me. “you’ve been such a good girl tonight, making both of us feel so good.”he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer, while he held me down filling the empty space between us. his hips met with mine making a loud moan fall from my lips, keeping the same fast thrust.

“i don’t think you understand how much you drive me crazy.” he whispered in my ear making me moan once more. “i’m inlove with you and the way you use me to fuck yourself.” he admitted, kissing my ear as my head fell back. i felt him kissing my neck and my chest all over again. austin whispering all these things dirty things is driving me crazy. and i wanted to cum. i needed to.

“a-austin i can’t hold it anymore. im gonna cum.” i told him. “it’s okay baby, let it all out. im right behind you love.” he told me. the knot in my stomach burst as i let it all out. i came all over dick letting out one last moan. i clench around austin as i quickly felt his thrust slow down. “fuck!” he moaned shooting his loads inside of me. his thrust came at stop as he just rested his head against my chest..

“that was really good, but can we go inside. my arms are freezing.” i said killing the silence as austin chuckled. “let’s go baby.” he said moving his head off of me and pulling down my crop top. we got at out the jacuzzi and started walking to the elevator.

“let’s take shower so i can fuck you now.” austin said as the elevator door opened and i chuckled. “okay austin.” i said shaking me head

(don’t mind if this was bad it’s been a while since i’ve written smut!!!!)

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rawiswhore · 2 years

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Supposed Former Ejaculation Junkie"

Many gimmicks and characters during the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era were focused on sex.

Val Venis was a porn star, Sexual Chocolate Mark Henry was a sex addict, the Godfather was a pimp who had a group of scantily clad prostitutes following him, the Pretty Mean Sisters were a group of women that kept a man named Meat as a sex slave, Mae Young was a horny old lady, and the Kat was an exhibitionist who was frequently naked and took her clothes off.

During the Attitude era (and even the Ruthless Aggression era as well as ECW and other wrestling companies), your gimmick/character was a promiscuous, slutty nymphomaniac.

What's a nymphomaniac?

A woman who wants to have sex all the time.

Promiscuous means having sex with lots of people and a slut is someone---usually a woman---who has sex with a lot of people.

You were arguably either the female equivalent to Val Venis or Sexual Chocolate Mark Henry, though sometimes you were the female equivalent to D Generation X-era Triple H.

Your wrestling nickname was "The Nymphomaniac", like how Randy Orton's nickname is the Viper and Stone Cold Steve Austin's nickname is the Rattlesnake.

Because of your wrestling gimmick being a nymphomaniac, on a "Monday Night Raw" episode in March of 1999, you were sitting backstage completely stark naked and straddling Shawn Michaels' lap, looking like you're riding up and down his cock, whereas Val Venis, Triple H and Jeff Hardy were standing in front of you.

Jeff, Val and Triple H were all filmed from behind their backs, their genitals not shown on television, and neither were your genitals as well as Shawn's private parts.

There was fake cum and fake precum splattered on your face, the fake jizz was just white lotion, baby oil and white coffee cream, not to mention there was also some fake cum and fake precum covering your nipples and areolas and splattered on the skin part of your tits.

As you pretended to ride Shawn Michaels' lap, you looked like you were giving Triple H a blowjob whereas your hands were up and looking like you were masturbating and giving handjobs to Val Venis and Jeff Hardy.

You moaned as you pretended to suck Triple H's penis, whereas Trips, Val and Jeff were acting like they were getting head, moaning and groaning and sometimes arching their heads back.

You were filmed from above your waist during this gangbang broadcast on television all around the world, a camera filming you as well as these other wrestlers with you.

In this fake, kayfabe gangbang, Triple H had his long hair hanging down, so did Val Venis, Jeff Hardy and Shawn Michaels, but Triple H, Val and Jeff usually do keep their long hair hanging down.

Your hands also cranked up and down Val and Jeff's imaginary dicks pointing to your tits.

Despite that Triple H looked like he was getting oral, he had turn his head around and look at the camera to say something.

"You all know she's a nymphomaniac" Triple H mentioned as he looked in the camera. "She's addicted to cum"

Triple H stepped away to show a close up of you, where the camera snuck between the bodies of Jeff Hardy and Val Venis.

You were shown drenched in kayfabe cum, your face and breasts---especially your nipples and areolas---splattered in white, realistic looking jizz.

The fake cum covering your nipples and areolas really was blocking out your nips and areolas, blocking the color of your nipples and making sure they weren't shown on television.

You opened your mouth, where the camera zoomed in on your face and especially near the inside of your mouth so the audience and fans watching on television could see what was in your mouth.

The inside of your mouth was balancing a lot of realistic looking white cum and precum nearly entirely filling up your mouth.

"That cum is all mine and Val's and Jeff's cum" Triple H referred to.

You then shut your mouth and swallowed and gulped down the fake jizz, swallowing the cum in portions, being careful not to swallow it all down.

"There's so many men out there" Triple H said when the camera scrolled up and filmed him from above his shoulders. "That she'd love to have cum all over her and inside of her, cum inside all 3 of her holes!"

Those men he's referring to being some professional wrestlers.

"She's a real cumdumpster!" Val Venis added, his head turning and looking at the camera when he said that with a grin on his face.

You would have Christian in this gangbang, but he was currently in the wrestling group the Brood---a trio of vampires.

Then again, Christian has been in your gangbangs on television, even during his Brood days.

You removed one of your hands off of Jeff Hardy's penis quickly and pretended to yank on Triple H's dick, which wasn't even really hanging out, but when you pretended to pull Trips' penis, his body rotated and his feet stumbled a few steps closer to you.

"She's clearly wanting me right now" he referred to when you pulled his cock closer to you again. "Now, let me get back to where I was"

Triple H turned and rotating the side of his body until his back was in front of the camera, where you pretended to look like you were giving him fellatio.

Fans watching this in the audience as well as at home couldn't believe they saw someone with cum on her face (although it was fake) and even more shocked when they showed a woman's uncensored breasts (although her nipples were covered with fake jizz).

You'd love to let other male wrestlers take part in this gangbang, no matter what wrestling company they're in: Scott Hall, Chris Jericho, Rob Van Dam, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, Jim Powers from WCW, Raven from ECW and WCW, even Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit), and the list goes on, but unfortunately, you can't due to them all being in other companies.

However, Chris Jericho, RVD, Raven, Benoit, even Scott Hall and Nova eventually did join the WWF/E.

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This fanfic is inspired by this female porn star named Jasmin St. Claire, who was some porn titled "Jizz Junkies".

Today is Jasmin's birthday, and she also guest starred in a few wrestling companies.

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superbadassnatural · 4 years

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San Antonio/Austin’s ass

Summary: Jared and Y/N decided to marathon Marvel Cinematic Universe movies. And Y/N for one decides to tease the man just a little bit. Pairing: Jared x reader Word count: 1k Warnings: general fluff, mention of quarantine, language A/N: this was written for @fictionalabyss “3k followers challenge”. My prompt is bolded. Also, happy birthday hun! Hope you enjoy your special day :)

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“Gosh, I love this movie,” you squealed as the film began to play in your tv.

You and Jared were trying to relish some time during quarantine. It has been taking a toll on both of you. Seeing all the bad news and realizing that there are a lot of people that don’t care about what’s happening were starting to wear on you. So you decided that, in order to keep you and your husband sane, you’d try to enjoy your time at home. You needed that. This year was already heavy enough with Supernatural coming to an end and now all of this… it was almost unbearable.

“Yeah, you do,” he chuckled.

So you decided to do something you both have been wanting to do for quite a while now but never found time. You were marathoning all 23 films of Marvel Cinematic Universe. You both had already seen all movies, but this time you were doing in chronological order. You’d started on Captain America: the first avenger. Then Captain Marvel and so on. And today you were finally watching Avengers: Endgame. It wasn’t the last one, but still, you were excited.

You curled up to Jared, resting your face on his chest. He was laying on your reclining couch, his ankles crossed. His arm was resting on your waist, making sure you were pressed to him. His warmth spreading through your body.

Although only the first 30 minutes had been played on your tv, you noticed Jared was slightly off. Every now and then he’d turn his attention to his phone. And when the screen had his attention, his phone would buzz on his leg and have his awareness. On your peripheral view, you managed to glance at his mobile and noticed he was texting Jensen.

“Everything okay?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Just answering Jay.”

“He’s okay?”

Jared nodded, this time turning his attention to the tv. After a few minutes, his phone buzzed again. You didn’t want to get annoyed, especially because he’s talking to his best friend but this was your thing. Noticing he just wouldn't let go of that damn phone, you decided to take a stand to draw his attention back to your moment.

”Argh, he's so gorgeous, ” you groaned. His eyes lifted from his screen to the tv, seeing Captain America on his stealth suit. ”I mean look at that hair, ” you added, noticing Jared growing uncomfortable as you kept on admiring the character. ”oh, and his blue eyes are so pretty. I could get lost in them for hours.”

Your husband dropped his phone to his side and his grip on you tightened a little bit. A sly grin made its way to your lips. Mission accomplished.

”Whoa, that’s definitely America’s ass,” truth is you were starting to enjoy the way he was responding, so you decided to tease him a little bit more.

”That’s what now?” his head snapped at you.

”America’s ass,” you chuckled, biting your lip as a fight began to play out on your screen. Your eyes glued on what's in front of you as he scanned you up and down. ”What?”

”Uh… Nothing,” he turned his attention back to the movie. His cheeks looking a little flushed.

”Jared?” he hummed. ”Are you jealous?” you knew the answer to that question, but you were enjoying this a little too much.

”What? No, of course not, ” he shook his head. His voice rose about an octave as he tried to deny his jealousy. His lips were pressed together and his eyes were wide under knitted brows. ”Why would I be, right? Steve Rogers isn't even real.”

”Right? There's no reason to be jealous,” you shrugged. ”Like you just said, he isn't real… But at least Chris Evans is.”

Jared froze at your words. You could've sworn his face was missing a little bit of color. It took every ounce of strength to keep you from laughing.

”Gosh, I’d really like to work with him, ” you rambled. Your eyes fixed on the film, but you could still catch your husband on your peripheral. ”What wouldn't I give to play his love interest…” you trailed off as Jared continued to shift uncomfortably beside you. ”To kiss that mouth… And, of course, act with him. Oh, and you know how intimate some scenes can be, right? I mean, we both know it from our own experience, but-”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Sam burst. You jumped at the sound of his voice, quickly pausing the movie as you stared at him wide eyed. “You have a goddamned husband for God’s sake.”

“I knew you were jealous.” you squeaked. Your hand reaching for his face, but he pulled away.

“Oh really? All this show just to prove a point?”

“I just wanted your attention, Jare,” you said, leaning to peck his lips. “But, see, there’s no reason to be jealous,”

“Oh yeah?” he raised his eyebrow at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Of course. First, I’m all yours. For the rest of our lives,” you moved so you’d straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his calloused hands reached for your hips. “Second, I’d rather work with my sexy beast. So much better,” you chuckled. Your fingers playing with his hair. “I mean, this gorgeous hair… hazel eyes, hot abs… these can do things to a girl,” he smirked, his attention solely on you. “Sides, I’d rather have San Antonio/Austin’s ass than America’s any day.”

“So I’m just San Antonio/Austin’s ass?” he pouted playfully.

“Nah, you’re the whole freaking Texas, baby,” you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile slightly against you.

“But he’s still America’s?”

“So? Who cares? Plus, I bet your ass is perkier,” he chuckled. “And I’d have Sam Winchester stopping the damn apocalypse than Steve Rogers fighting Thanos.”

“You would?” he asked. His hazel eyes sparking.

“Yeah… most of the time at least.” You shrugged.

A squeal left your lips as Jared threw your back on the couch, hovering over your body and claiming your lips. His hands roaming every bit of skin of yours. And the movie? It was long forgotten. You’d certainly have to watch it another day.

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teamfreewill-imagine · 7 years

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Worth It

Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room. Words: 5.4k Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray) Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut Square filled: Fingering A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo

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Keeping relationships hidden from the world was something you’d gotten used to over the years of working in TV.

You learnt it the hard way after you got your break on One Tree Hill when you were twenty-one.

Your inconsistent relationship with a costar throughout the four seasons you were on the show ended with a messy public breakup that both of you were yet to live down three years later. There was no longer animosity between the two of you, but if you ever attended the same event (with or without a date), gossip mags never failed to make up some bullshit story about the repressed feelings that you were apparently harbouring for the guy.

As if there were real feelings involved anyway.

Since then, you’d learnt that keeping your relationships out of the public eye was the best way to go - whether they were flings or something more serious.

You’d have thought that, with Jared’s dating history, he’d feel the same.

See, that’s the thing about dating the tall hunk of sex god/sunshine puppy that was your Supernatural co-star and best friend, Jared Padalecki; he was really bad at secrets.

After your relationship had turned from ‘just sex’ to ‘okay maybe it’s more than sex’, he’d wanted to tell the world about it.

Understandably (you thought, considering your past experience), you had your reservations.

It took some convincing but, after seeing how serious you were about it, he agreed to keep it under wraps.

It probably didn’t help that five months into your real relationship you and your ex attended the same red carpet, causing the gossip-column media to lose their shit.

For the first time in over six months, James Lafferty and One Tree Hill co-star and ex-flame Y/N attend the same event… both without dates.

Could this mean there’s a chance for their on-again, off-again FOUR YEAR relationship to be on-again… again?

“If we just told people about us, these rumours would stop,” Jared mentioned as you looked through your twitter notifications about the night, the two of you sat side-by-side on your couch.

“Then there’d be more rumours about us,” you reminded him, shutting your laptop and crawling into his lap.

“But they wouldn’t be about him,” he argued back, and you grinned.

“Are you getting jealous?” you asked, scritching your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “Jealousy is an ugly trait, even if you are a handsome guy.”

He rolled his eyes, his hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly.

“Not jealous, just…”

“Jealous,” you confirmed, smirking as you leant in to kiss him.

At the last second, you turned your head, placing kisses across his cheek and up towards his ear.

“There’s no need to be,” you assured him, and you moved his hand from your thigh to your chest, encouraging him to feel you through your shirt. “You’re the only one who gets this.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours.

“This,” he murmured, “This is a distraction technique.”

You grinned, kissing him deeply and pushing him back into the couch.

“Is it working?” you asked, your voice pitched low as you nipped at his jaw.

He lifted his hips, maneuvering you with ease so that you were laying on the couch, his body covering yours while a large hand moved up your thigh and towards the fly of your jeans.

“Maybe.”

You’d been together almost a year when Jared eventually slipped up.

You were at a convention, where he’d always found it harder to hide your relationship. Really, you were surprised it had stayed a secret for so long.

After nearly slipping up when telling a story at a previous convention, you’d agreed that he could talk about your relationship as long as he kept your name out of it.

You became ‘my girlfriend’ at panels, and you were okay with that.

The two of you were on stage in Vancouver, at your Saturday panel with Jensen.

You were about to start filming the next season, so someone had asked what you’d all been doing over the hiatus.

“I’ve actually just got back from a vacation with my girlfriend,” Jared answered. “I’ll be filming for our during our first anniversary so I took her to Bora Bora as like… an early anniversary gift.”

“I didn’t know that’s why you went,” Jensen piped up, grinning. “You’re such a sap.”

“Hey, she’d always wanted to go,” Jared defended, laughing as he looked back to the fan who’d asked the question. “So that’s where I’ve been for the past couple weeks.”

“And I’ve just been with my family like a boring old married man,” Jensen added, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my name’s Jensen Ackles and I have a hot wife and an amazing kid and I’m so happy, it’s the worst,” you snarked, and he laughed.

“Alright then, sassy pants. Where were you all summer?” he asked, a challenging look in his eye.

Of course, Jensen knew exactly where you were. You’d sent him taunting selfies of you and Jared on the beach while he was stuck in Austin. He was just testing to see how easily you could lie to a room full of fans.

“Sitting at home,” you told him, shrugging. “Alone. Eating tacos, mostly.”

The crowd laughed, and you grinned.

“Honestly, I spend an unacceptable amount of time eating tacos alone,” you insisted, causing the laughter to rise.

The panel was coming to an end as they brought a fan up on stage for the last question.

“A lot of people have said that Y/N is the funniest person on set,” she began, and you smirked.

Damn right, you were. These jokers had nothing on you.

“I was wondering what’s the most embarrassing thing she’s done to get a reaction out of people?”

You bit your lip as Jared and Jensen laughed.

You knew there was a lot of incidences they could choose. Making a fool of yourself was somewhat of a forté.

“There was that one time she constantly called Bob ‘Dad’ for an entire month,” Jensen mentioned, and you laughed along with the crowd. “He hated it, and she kept playing it off as an accident. It got to the point that he threatened to cut some of her scenes if she didn’t cut it out.”

You grinned.

“He hated it so much,” you agreed. “I’m honestly surprised I didn’t get fired, but it was worth it.”

“It’s not even just on set,” Jensen continued. “We were out for dinner, she ordered this pizza and the waiter looked at her like ‘you’re not gonna finish that’.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands as you remembered the story.

“She stared him dead in the eye, pretty much demanded eye contact, and ate the whole freaking thing,” Jensen laughed. “She had him like pinned with her gaze and he just stood there for like, I don’t know, like ten minutes?”

“I’m not sure she even blinked,” Jared added, causing the crowd’s laughter to rise even more.

“Hey, that’s not embarrassing,” you tried to argue despite the flush of your cheeks. “He implied that I couldn’t do it. I proved him wrong and made him uncomfortable at the same time.”

“It sounds like a lot of these are about making other people uncomfortable,” the fan commented, and you laughed.

“That’s what I’m good at,” you agreed.

“She did pretty much the same thing in Bora Bora,” Jared mentioned.

Your heart stopped before starting again double time as he continued without realising what he’d admitted.

“But with a drink rather than pizza. Y/N doesn’t like to be doubted, even on vacation.”

Jensen looked at you, eyes wide with realisation as you tried to silently tell Jared to stop digging a bigger freaking hole.

Murmurs went around the crowd as they picked up on the implication as Jared finally realised what he’d said.

“Y/N went to Bora Bora?” the fan asked, and you scrunched your eyes shut. “With… you and your girlfriend?”

“Ah,” Jared winced, looking back at you as you cracked an eye open. “Kinda?”

“Okay, that’s all from our panel,” Jensen interrupted, trying to break the tension. “Good questions, good times.”

You nodded, getting to your feet and waving awkwardly.

“See ya tomorrow, ‘Couver,” you smiled, rushing off stage as Jared and Jensen helped the fan back down into the audience.

Jared smiled apologetically as you walked through to your bedroom at the hotel, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

All evening, he’d been waiting for some kind of reaction from you and you were yet to give him one.

Now that you were alone, he knew that it was about to come.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you told him, crossing your arms.

“Like what?” he asked, shifting his position as he sat on the bed.

“Like I’m some time-bomb ready to explode,” you clarified, and he looked down, chastised. “Fucking hell, Jare, I’m not mad at you.”

He looked up, then, surprised.

“You’re not?” he asked, and you shook your head, walking towards him and straddling his lap.

“Jared Padalecki, Blabbermouth McGee,” you teased, and he laughed softly, his hands resting on your waist, “I’m surprised we even made it this far.”

His laugh turned into a frown as he squeezed your hips slightly.

“What?” he asked, poorly disguised hurt in his tone.

“As a secret,” you added, belatedly. “I meant that we went like a whole year without people finding out.”

His mouth formed a small ‘o’ before turning into a shy smile, and you laughed softly, pushing at his shoulders so that he fell back onto the mattress with you on top of him.

“Did you know that this is my longest relationship?” you asked him, and he frowned.

He rolled the two of you over, his hands either side of your head as he held himself over you.

“James?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“I said ‘relationship’,” you told him. “That was just a lot of sex followed by weeks of ignoring each other on set.”

“Wait, really?” he asked, pulling back further.

You laughed, shifting further onto the bed and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, pushing your hair back from your face.

“I always thought you guys were really close,” he murmured, and you shook your head again. “Chad said-”

“Chad likes to push your buttons because he knew me first,” you reminded him. “He knows he’s bullshitting. With James it was like… the first two months of our relationship without ever moving on to the last year, and without really being friends anyway.”

He nodded, a slow grin spreading on his face as he crawled back over you.

“This is your longest relationship,” he repeated, and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t make it sappy,” you warned, but he grinned, starting to kiss your neck.

“You like me the most,” he murmured, mouthing at the tendon as you tipped your head back. “Out of everyone, you’re with me.”

“What did I say about being sappy?” you asked, carding your fingers into his hair.

Jared’s hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up slightly so that his palms were in contact with the warm skin of your waist.

“It’s not my fault,” he told you, his thumbs massaging your hips. “You make me sappy.”

“I’d rather make you hard.” you murmured, and he pulled back, unimpressed.

“I’m trying to be romantic,” he complained, and you shrugged.

“I’m trying to get laid.”

“Fucking-”

He cut himself off, pulling back and shaking his head.

“Hey,” you laughed softly, bringing him back down over you. “Hey, I love you. You know that.”

He searched your eyes, pulling his brows together in a hopeful expression.

“Yeah?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “Now can you take your clothes off?”

He laughed, shaking his head until his hair fell in his eyes.

“Why… can’t we have a moment?”

You sighed, resting your palms on his chest.

“Jared, I’m bad at emotional stuff,” you reminded him. “I’m really bad at talking about how I feel. You’re better at the sappy crap, the romance, the flowers and hearts. And I appreciate it, but I’m so shit at talking about it, okay? You’ve got to know by now that you mean… fuck, you mean fucking everything to me.”

He smiled, leaning in and kissing you softly.

“Was that so difficult?” he whispered, and you kissed him again, firmer this time.

“That was honestly one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done,” you told him. “Almost as difficult as getting you out of your fucking pants right now.”

He smiled, holding your face and kissing you firmly, his thumbs under your jaw.

“I love you,” he told you between kisses. “Despite your potty mouth.”

You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I thought you liked my potty mouth in bed?” you teased.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, pushing up to his knees as they straddled your thighs, finally - finally - starting to remove his clothes. “You’ll have to remind me.”

“Gladly,” you grinned, helping him unbutton his shirt to speed up the process.

He batted your hands away, a slow smirk growing on his face as he slowly pulled his arms free, dropping his shirt down beside the bed.

“Damn, boy. Do you work out?” you teased, and he flexed his pecs in response. “Get off me so I can get naked.”

“Get off you?” he asked, and you nodded.

Jared smirked, leaning over you again and mouthing along your jaw towards your ear.

“I’d rather get you off.”

His voice was pitched low, almost a growl as his fingers began to work at the fly of your jeans.

“No complaints here,” you agreed, lifting your hips to make it easier for him to remove your pants.

Your panties were discarded along with your jeans, leaving you naked from the hips down - the exact opposite of Jared.

A large hand parted your thighs, fingertips lightly grazing your clit without hesitation.

“Are these all the clothes that are coming off?” you asked, being a dick out of habit rather than actual frustration. “It’s hard to fuck with jeans on.”

“There are other ways to make you come,” he reminded you, shutting you up with a kiss.

He continued to kiss you as his fingers worked at your clit, your hips rolling to try and give yourself more friction.

You nipped at his lip as one finger entered you slowly, your body reacting to the stimulation and clenching around him.

“More,” you demanded, but he just kissed you, stubbornly continuing to use only one finger inside of you.

You gave in, holding his face and carding your fingers into his hair, choosing to get lost in the feeling of Jared.

It was over a year since the first time he’d taken you apart like this, and you were yet to be disappointed. The anniversary coming up was of your first actual date, but you’d known from the very first moment those long, thick fingers entered you that you were done for.

He constantly surprised you in bed, every single time different to any before it. Sometimes he went hard and fast, bringing you to an incredible, whole-body-shaking orgasm. Others, like tonight, it seemed, he’d take his time to work you open, get you ready for a long, slow fuck.

Either way, or anything in between, it was always the best sex of your life.

His kisses were addicting, a second finger slowly entering you as his thumb continued to stimulate your clit. The way his tongue moved with yours had you close to begging for more.

You never begged - you were always in control of yourself or the situation - but this man… he knew how to bring you right to the brink of it.

“Gotta interrupt,” you murmured, pushing him away slightly.

He stopped kissing you, pulling back and frowning, unamused.

“Did you bring lube?” you asked. “Because for all the talk of wanting in your pants, I’m not sure I packed any.”

“You packed two different Taco Bell t-shirts and not lube?” he asked, pulling his fingers from you and sitting back on his heels.

“Hey,” you argued, propping yourself up on your elbows as you decided your line of defence. “We’re at a convention. People expect me to wear at least one type of taco merchandise. It’s my brand, babe. Plus, we’re normally with Jensen until the early hours. We’ve only got this time because you fucked up and he’s giving us a chance to talk it out.”

“Maybe we should,” he shrugged, standing up and walking over to his bag. “Talk it out, I mean.”

You groaned, throwing your head back.

“What’s there to talk about?” you questioned. “You told everyone I went to Bora Bora with you after telling them that you took your girlfriend there. They’re not dumb, they know. By the morning, all of fucking twitter or whatever the kids are using nowadays will know.”

He turned back to face you, tossing you the tube he’d retrieved.

“You’re okay with people knowing?” he asked, and you nodded. “Really?”

“What wouldn’t I be okay with?” you sighed, flicking open the cap. “I bagged me a hottie. Now get back here and fuck me.”

He rolled his eyes, finally unbuttoning his jeans as he walked back towards the bed.

You took that as your cue to remove the rest of your clothes, grateful to unclasp the uncomfortable bra you’d been wearing all day because it made your boobs look good in photos.

Once you were fully naked you looked back up at him, now only in his boxers.

“Those can come off too,” you told him, and he complied without complaint.

Resuming his position between your legs, he took the lube back from you and squeezing some onto his fingers.

“Where were we?” he murmured, kissing your neck as his fingers entered you again.

“Right here,” you breathed, carding your hand to his hair and leaning your head to the side. “Fuck, your hands.”

He smirked against your skin, one hand gripping your inner thigh as the fingers of the other worked you open.

It wasn’t a necessity - both of you knew you could take him anyway - but, my God, did you enjoy the process.

Jared Padalecki, you’d found, knew exactly what to do with those gorgeous, long fingers.

He made fingering you open into a damn-near religious experience.

Every curl of his fingers, grazing your g-spot and causing your breath to hitch, had you craving more.

The hand holding your thigh was pressing just enough for it to be possessive but not painful, and you loved it.

“Fucking-” you cut yourself off, pulling him into a kiss, “Fingers.”

He grinned, nipping at your lip as your hand tightened in his hair.

“If you come like this,” he murmured, “I’ll fuck you.”

“‘If’?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you shifted, deliberately brushing against his hardness. “Sweetie, we both know you’re not gonna be able to hold out.”

He smiled, twisting his wrist and causing you to suppress a moan.

“I don’t plan on holding out, because you’re gonna come,” he explained, kissing you again. “I can feel it.”

You wanted a sarcastic response, but with what his fingers were doing to you, you knew he was right.

He knew your body almost as well as you did, able to tell from the shifts of your hips and the depth of your breath that you were close.

His thumb brushed your clit, causing you to gasp before he started moving it in small circles and mouthing at your neck.

Shivers ran down your spine as the coil in your stomach started to tighten.

His fingers continued to work inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every thrust and twist of his wrist.

“Now,” he commanded and, despite your seemingly inherent need to do the opposite of what anyone asked, you couldn’t argue.

You came with a soft cry, your thighs trying to move together but being restricted by a large palm.

“Would you look at that,” he murmured, kissing his way up your neck towards your ear, “You came.”

You laughed breathlessly, turning your head to nose at his cheek until he pulled back enough to kiss you properly.

“You would, too, if you had your fingers in you.”

You realised what you said but it was too late, Jared was already laughing.

He pulled his fingers from you as he shook his head, his hair falling into your face with the movement.

“Stop it,” you demanded, slapping his chest while he continued to laugh. “You know what I meant.”

He nodded, kissing you softly before breaking out into another chuckle.

“So you didn’t suggest I finger myself?” he asked, and you groaned, throwing yourself back into the pillows, your arms up beside your head.

“I just came, and you’ve already ruined my high,” you complained, but he just shrugged.

“You’ll be coming again soon,” he reasoned, moving over you. “Sorry, babe. You just made me laugh.”

“New rule,” you murmured, unable to control the impulse to card a hand into his hair. “I cannot be held accountable for anything I say within sixty seconds of orgasm.”

He nodded as your fingertips scritched lightly against his scalp

“You’re an idiot,” he told you, kissing you chastely. “But I still love you.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling. “Do you love me enough to fuck me right now?”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back on his heels once again as he picked up the lube, squeezing some into his palm before throwing it back in the direction of his bag.

You watched as he bit down on his lip, stifling a groan as he wrapped his hand around his previously neglected cock.

“Aw, babe,” you pouted, sympathetically. “Are you gonna last?”

He released his lip, running his tongue over it as he continued to slick himself.

“When have I ever not?” he countered.

You shrugged, shifting your body and spreading your legs.

He had a point. The man’s stamina was undeniably impressive.

Jared positioned himself between your legs, and you groaned as you felt him pressing at your entrance.

“You ready?” he asked, and you grinned, reaching up to cup his neck and pull him down towards you.

“When am I ever not?”

He took the permission in your statement as everything you intended it to be and fucked into you in one smooth thrust.

Your mouth fell open in a soft moan as Jared pressed his forehead to your own, steadying his breath as it mingled with yours.

Without having to talk about it, you both knew that you needed time to adjust. You spent that time trading languid kisses and carding your fingers through his hair.

When you’d first met, you’d teased him about it. You’d threatened him with a pair of stylist’s scissors on many occasions.

You never said it aloud, but you’d kill anyone that tried to cut his hair off now.

Judging by the way he looked at you whenever you were playing with it, he knew.

It didn’t take long before you were rolling your hips, ready to get the show on the road.

He took the hint, starting to move in slow, deliberate movements.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to urge him on, encouraging him without words that it was okay to let go of his restraint.

He linked his left hand with your right where it remained beside your head on the pillow, briefly running his thumb across your wrist.

You squeezed his hand in response and confirmation, returning his kiss when he leant in.

You weren’t disappointed when he began fucking you in earnest, his kisses getting deeper, dirtier, as his thrusts got longer and harder.

It wasn’t fast, but it was filthy.

The sensual roll of his hips, driving his length into you, was downright sinful, and you loved every second of it.

It was the kind of sex you’d expect to have in the early stages of a relationship, where emotions weren’t really involved yet you still had a great sexual connection. But with Jared, with all of the feelings already established, it just made the sex even better.

You met his movements with your own as his tongue explored your mouth as if it was the first time he was tasting you; like a man starved of affection, desperate for yours.

One hand was still linked with his, his thumb still pressing against the inside corner of your wrist. Your other hand was, predictably, tangled in his hair.

Your hips rolled against his, your back arching off of the bed as his other hand kneaded your chest.

You moaned into his mouth as he rolled a hardened nipple between his fingertips, his hips still moving all the time, the glorious drag and push driving you insane.

You clenched around him, using the leverage of your legs over his hips to meet his thrusts, doing your part to make this as good for him as it was for you.

“Shit,” you breathed against as he changed the angle he was fucking into you without losing pace. “Fucking- Jared.”

“Yeah?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, kissing across his cheek, mouthing your way up to his ear. “Love it when you fuck me.”

You bit down lightly on his earlobe as he groaned into your neck, his hips stuttering slightly before resuming their rhythm.

You could feel that he was close, so you tightened your grip in his hair and your legs around his waist.

The tug at his scalp had him moaning against your skin, the fan of his breath across your neck making you shiver.

He started to mouth and suck at your pulse point as he lost control of his hips.

You pulled at his hair, this time with intent as you felt your second orgasm approach.

“Don’t,” you warned. “We have panels and pictures tomorrow.”

He nodded, moving his kisses back to your lips as his hand worked between your bodies, his fingers seeking your clit once more.

It didn’t take long, with the combination of his cock and his fingers, for you to be right on the edge, desperate to get him there, too.

From the less than controlled thrusts and the messiness of the kiss you could tell that it wouldn’t be long.

“Shit, are you-?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, just-”

“Do it,” he told you, the small circles his fingers were rubbing against your clit becoming faster, more intense. “Come for me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you were doing just that, your heels digging into his lower back, encouraging him deeper as you came.

He kissed you through it, continuing to chase his own release until he found it with a soft cry moments later.

You kept your legs wrapped around him as he finally let go of your hand, lowering himself over you and resting on shaky arms.

“That good, huh?” you asked, noting the way his chest was heaving.

He looked at you, raising a challenging brow.

He was right, of course. You weren’t doing much better after that incredible sex.

You slowly let your legs relax down onto the bed, loosening your grip to card your hand gently through his hair as the two of you came down.

After a while, he kissed you gently while pulling out.

You pulled a face at the sensation, and he laughed softly.

“You really should be used to it by now,” he murmured, pushing himself up and off of you.

“I don’t care how often we fuck, that feeling will never be anything but gross,” you retorted as he got to his feet.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, reaching a hand out to you.

You let him help you get up without argument, stretching your arms above your head and releasing satisfying pop of your joints.

“Shower?” you asked, and he smirked, leaning down and kissing you.

“Good plan.”

You ordered takeout to your hotel, the two of you in your pyjamas as you ate.

“So,” Jared said, swallowing a mouthful of soft-shell taco. “What’s our plan?”

You shrugged around your own bite, before taking a sip of water.

“Eating then sleeping.”

He sighed, wiping his hands on a napkin.

“I mean about people knowing,” he explained. “Do we confirm it?”

“You wanna make it Facebook official like a couple of thirteen year olds?” you clarified, taking another bite in order to deflect attention.

“Y/N, you know I’ve wanted to tell people about us for months,” he sighed, and you looked up to see the conflict in his expression. “But if you still don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

You swallowed, nodding slowly.

“So, if I said I didn’t want to…?”

“We’d figure out a reason that might’ve been on vacation with me,” he confirmed without hesitation.

Your heart fluttered at the realisation of the lengths he would go to keep you comfortable in your relationship.

“Tell people,” you decided, leaning over and kissing him softly. “There’s gonna be a lot of speculation anyway. This way, we have control.”

You pulled back, searching his eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, and you nodded, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles before getting back to your food.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I love you. I trust you.”

You said it flippantly, but you knew he needed to hear that confirmation from you.

“We’re really doing this?” he asked, and you nodded.

“If you want to announce it with a picture, though, can we wait until i’m not in pyjamas?” you teased, and he shook his head.

“I already have the perfect photo,” he assured you, pulling out his phone.

You smiled, watching as he made the post.

By the speed at which he typed, you knew that he’d been waiting for you agree to go public with this very post in mind.

He looked up at you once he was done, giving you another chance to change your mind.

“Do it,” you confirmed, reaching for your own phone so you could react as soon as it was published.

Jared hit ‘post’ before placing his phone back on the coffee table.

“We really just did that,” he breathed as you typed out your comment, and you looked up to see a wide smile spread across his face.

“We really did,” you confirmed, adding your reply and putting your phone down next to his. “Now let’s stop being gross and romantic, it’s still taco time.”

He rolled his eyes fondly, picking up another taco.

“It’s always taco time with you,” he reminded you, and you nodded.

The way he was looking at you told you that he was still head-over-heels for your Mexican food loving ass, and you let a calm contentment wash over you.

“Always.”

By the next morning the reactions to Jared’s post were vast and varied, but you hadn't had a chance to go through them.

Backstage before your panel, you were starting to worry about how the fans were taking the news, now that it was officially official.

You were dating Jared Padalecki, for Christ’s sake. The two of you weren’t exactly in the same league. You weren’t even in the same sport.

What if people didn’t think you were good enough?

Right before you were due to go on, you started to have doubts.

You walked up to Jared, standing directly beside him.

“Hold my hand,” you requested, and he looked down, raising an eyebrow.

“You're asking to hold hands?” he questioned, surprised.

You huffed, holding your hand out to him.

“Don't be a dick, Jared.”

“‘Don't be a dick’,” he repeated, as if you didn’t know how ironic that was. “Really?”

“I’m nervous, okay?” you admitted, looking down at the floor. “Hold my hand.”

He did as you asked, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“It's okay,” he promised, kissing the top of your head. “I've got you.”

Jensen walked up beside you, smiling at the sight of the two of you openly holding hands.

“Congrats on the announcement, kids,” he smiled, patting your shoulder. “You ready?”

Jared squeezed your hand, and you looked up at him, taking a steadying breath.

“Ready.”

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