Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Secret Rendezvous

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki

Warnings: smut, fingering, getting caught, embarrassment, fluff, crack

Summary: It' getting harder and harder to hide your relationship with Jensen, but is it worth all the secrecy? Now that people know?

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It's getting hard to find places on set to sneak away with your secret boyfriend, but you kind of don't mind. The thrill of being caught takes part in what gets you going, and because there are limited spaces, you have to try and find creative ways to get your needs fulfilled. You could always go back to either of your trailers, but what's the fun is that?

"You know, we're going to get caught," Jensen snickers.

"Only if you're quiet about it."

"Me? I distinctly remember my neighbors almost calling the police because you couldn't keep your mouth shut," he laughs.

There aren't a lot of places to have a quickie since everything is so cramped on set, but you did find a supply closet. It's not perfect, but it'll have to do for now. You drag Jensen into the closet and pull him into your body, expressing your need for him.

"Someone's needy," he teases.

"I am. Are you going to give me what I need?"

"What do you need?"

This cocky bastard just wants you to say it, and you're going to make yourself loud and clear.

"Your cock—stretching me and hitting those places only you can reach."

"Fuck, sweetheart. We gotta be on set in like ten minutes," Jensen groans.

"Then you better be quick."

Jensen doesn't say anything after that, and he kisses you hard and passionate—there isn't a lot of time to waste on formalities. He knows he can't satisfy you in that short time, so instead of his cock, you'll have to settle for his fingers. Those thick fingers that know how to pluck all your little strings.

His left hand unbuttons your jeans and slides past your panties, and his lips slide down to your neck. It doesn't take long for him to latch on to your pulse point, and you throw your head back with a soft moan. One of your biggest kinks is neck kissing, and this bastard knows it.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me," he mumbles against your neck.

His fingers toy with your clit, but he has other goals in mind. Your pussy accepts his fingers when he slides two in from the start. He scissors his fingers, and you have to stifle the moan that threatens to release. You don't know which is better: his cock or his fingers. His cock is thick and long, and it definitely can make you scream, but his fingers can reach places his cock can't—your fingers can't reach what he can reach.

"Fuck, Jensen, you fill me so well," you whimper.

"You're so vocal," he praises.

"Only for you, baby," you giggle sexily.

He thrusts his fingers faster and deeper, pressing against the walls of your pussy. Jensen knows when you're about to set off a string of moans, so he moves his lips from your neck to your lips. All moans you let slip, he swallows down easily. He doesn't have a lot of time, so he needs to get you closer to the edge and faster. He pulls his fingers from your aching pussy and spreads the juices further back where he circled your tighter hole.

"Fuck, Jensen," you gasp.

His thumb presses against your clit, and you're about to let out a loud moan when you hear Jensen's best friend outside the closet.

"I could have sworn I saw him go over here. Didn't you see him?"

"Yeah I did. He's with Y/N," Genevieve, Jared's wife, states.

"With her? Like with-with her?"

"They snuck into this closet," she whispers with a giggle.

Jared doesn't have any self-restraint at all, and he wretched the door open. Jensen's hand slides out of your pants, and you just flush so badly that your cheeks feel like they're on fire. You can't look at Jared or Gen in the face, especially when this is the first time you're meeting Gen. This isn't how you wanted to kickstart your relationship with her.

"What's going on here?" Jared asks with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Jensen quips.

"He knows it," Gen laughs.

You push your head further into Jensen's chest as you try to control your body heat. You're not hot from the sex, you're hot from embarrassment now.

"What do you want?" Jensen asks.

"They need you on set. You're like five minutes late, dude," he laughs.

"Get the hell out of here. We'll be right there."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Gen says as Jared slams the door with a snicker.

"We'll secrets out I guess," you flush.

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"At first I thought that because I knew we'd get back lash, but now I'm not so sure it matters."

"You have no idea how badly I want to show you off to the world," he chuckles.

"Well, you'll have plenty of time for that later. Right now, we're wanted on set, and then we are going to go back to my trailer and finish what you so clearly started," you grin.

"If I remember correctly, you started it. You're the one who just couldn't wait to have me."

"Yeah, but can you blame me?" you grin.

"I guess not. I want you all the time."

"And you'll get me. Let's just get through the scenes before Rob kills us for being late... again."

"Again, that's not my fault," Jensen quips and gets you situated before you leave.

Being in a relationship with Jensen is nothing short of boring.