Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Fan Imagine

Jensen~

While you were recovering from the incident at laser tag, Jared drove you home, one hand on your thigh the whole time. You will admit it wasn't the best way to recover.

You arrived at your house, Jensen casually sipping a water bottle on your front porch, your younger sister talking with him with wide eyes. You couldn't help to feel a surge of jealousy- here you had this beautiful man talking to your 11 year old sister. And Jensen actually seemed like he was enjoying her company.

Jared pulled onto the driveway and squeezed your thigh bringing your attention back to him. Your eyes narrow at his obviously smug behavior.

"What?" You snap. He shrugs and unlocks the car, taking his hand from your thigh. "Mm, nothing. Go and get him." He winks and clambers from the car, you following behind slowly.

When he disappears back into the house, you stand a couple feet from Jensen and your sister. Your eyes narrow dangerously on her. Jensen glances up at you, smiling easily and tilting his head back for some more water. You couldn't help yourself. Your eyes fell from his bright greens to his Adam's apple bobbing. Unconsciously you swallowed as well.

Finally he stood up. "Come on." He says, taking your hand easily and throwing the bottle back at your sister. Heat courses through you at his touch but you ignore it once you two are situated in the car. "Where are we going?" You ask him- expecting to here something like the mall or a movie, maybe even bowling.

He grins at you and rolls down the driveway, neck fully exposed as he turns to see out the rear window. "A motel."

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Your heart rate is probably too high and it's not coming down anytime soon. Being alone in a motel room with Jensen Ackles?! That screams sex. And whilst you weren't a virgin (you had sex once with the bad boy on occasion of you were at a birthday party and drunk), you still felt like being banged by Jensen was too much for your vagina. I mean... How big was he?!

You shake yourself away from those thoughts and tread behind him, tracing every outline of his sturdy back with your eyes. Jensen stops at the receptionist, getting a key, before grabbing your hand again and leading you to the elevators.

You clear your throat.

"So, uh... What will we be doing at this motel?"

Jensen shrugs beside you, not making eye contact. "Fun stuff. You aren't a virgin, are you?"

Your throat constricted and your grip on his hand got tighter. "No, I'm not."

"Good."

The elevator doors open and he tugs you out, pulling you down the long hallways and stopping at a single door- fancy golden letters and numbers printing: 69 D.

More than a little innuendo.

Jensen takes no time to bring you inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot and staring hungrily at you. Were you going to have sex with this sex God? Maybe... Should you? Ah... Misha always was your favorite but damn-

Oh he's taking off his shirt.

The atmosphere turned heavy as Jensen's plain tee fell in a puddle around his feet, soon followed by his low riding faded jeans. You swallow as he steps away from them, walking evenly to you. You finger the hem of your shirt, mind racing for a possible explanation, but it's too late. Jensen's lips are on your own, nipping, licking, coaxing, empowering. Doing everything in his power to simply drive you insane, tasting every part of you and you of him, making you weak at your knees and possibly insane.

All from a little intense make out session.

You moan sharply as his rough hands go up under your shirt, pinching softly at your curves and running smoothly at your edges. Dammit, you can feel how wet you are and you gotta admit, it's pretty embarrassing.

Jensen doesn't seem to notice because his hands are working miracles on your skin and soon pulling your shirt off, to join it with his pieces of clothing behind him. Your fingers trail up his shoulders, enjoying how smooth his skin feels, and to his neck, fingers curling around the sensitive hairs and tugging softly.

He growled, taking no time to unbuckle your capris and slide them down your legs, his whole body moving south as his lips leave gently tough love bites down your torso and occasionally his tongue coming out to lick around the bruises. Your hands were completely shoved in his locks as your eyes watched him to the hem of your panties- thank God you wore the sexy kind today.

He grins up at you, winking once, and continuing to undress you, his fingers brushing over your clit barely before finishing off your jeans.

The room was extremely hot- which was okay- and Jensen's tongue lapped at your inner thigh, hands gripping behind your thighs to hold you steady. Low moans escaped your mouth and he rumbled satisfied at your noises.

After tugging on his hair and panting his name, Jensen picks you up gracefully and placed you on the bed, pressing your hips down with his hands. He smiled down at you.

You were struggling for breath, Jensen's wet tongue having impacted you way more than Jared's lean hips had. Jensen then, in one swift movement, has one finger in you, pumping slowly. You bite your lip and grip into the sheets. Jensen chuckles darkly, one of his other fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

The feeling he was providing was way more than anything that guy two years ago had done to you. No, this made you a screaming sweating mess- a mesh of lust, desire, want, and need- all at his hands. You were entirely his and he knew that, his pace quickening and another finger being added to the mix.

Your voice was high and your hands curled tightly over the sheets. Jensen's chest moved up and down just as fast as his fingers, each time connecting with your breasts- causing you to fall more into climax.

One. Two. Three.

"Jensen! Jesus Christ, Jensen-"

"Shh... Come on (Y/N). You're doing so well. Come on baby girl."

Baby girl? Damn you liked that. Apparently your body did too because minutes later and you were shouting/panting his name, over and over, as he sat there riding your high, not stopping his movements.

He worked you past your high until you were ultra sensitive. Pulling away, he smirked.

"Let's get you back to Misha."