Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Jensen Imagine

Mr. Ackles Part 2~

Hands. Everywhere. Down your back, squeezing your thighs, tickling your neck, tugging your hair.

Lips. Sloppy and wet, pressing to your sensitive skin, leaving bruises and marks over your collarbones and hidden places over your neck.

Pressure. Right where you needed it, where it fit perfectly, where it nearly drove you mad.

Jensen held you incredibly close, so close that you were nearly clinging to him, your moans ending at his bare skin. He hadn't stopped thrusting since he's entered you.

He was big. No guy has ever been that big before, at least with you, and at first you reconsidered this. But then...

"(Y/N)" He grunts, fingers in your hair and pulling your head back for better access to your jaw and neck. You moan, fingers scraping at his shoulders.

Slap slap slap.

You were close. There was no doubt about that. Every time Jensen came in, he hit you at that perfect spot, scraping gently against it at first before gauging your reaction and nailing it each and every time. Hard.

"Jesus Christ." You mutter, pressing your bare breasts against his hot and sweaty chest. He grunts again, an animalistic sound from the back of his throat. You pull away to watch him, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

"No," He hisses through clenched teeth, eyes finding yours. He was close. Too close. His thrusts were still hard but slower now. You smirked. You had him as vulnerable as you. "You're coming first." He says determined, gripping your hips and pulling out, taking his slow ass time.

You whine as he slips out, heaving greatly. "What are you-?"

"Turn around." He orders. Your mind is too hazy to really ask questions and you follow orders, hopping down from your current position and turning around.

Jensen pushes you roughly against the desk so your chest is pressed fully against the wood. It's cold, surprisingly, and causes you to bite your lip to suppress a hiss. Jensen takes no time in wrapping a big hand in your hair, pushing your head down so your only view is behind your lids or the desks. He's thrusting in from behind, the sensation different, but a hell of a lot deeper.

You groan as every thrust is quick and severe, him pulling your head up as he pulls out and pushing you back down when he's in. It was so hot, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Jensen, I'm-"

"Who?" He says rigidly.

You grit your teeth and scramble to find something to hold onto. At this pace you couldn't wait for him. You were gonna orgasm soon. Especially when he keeps saying your name over and over again, raw and deep.

"Mr. Ackles." You finally say, eyes squeezing shut and hands clasped at the edge of the desk. You could feel his free hand slip down to your clit, rubbing frantically.

"Come on baby girl." He whispers in your ear, not stopping his pace but pressing his back into you. You keen, giving in to the fantastic sensations, clenching your walls around him and moaning over and over in the desk.

He chuckled at this- not for long- because you're new tightness around his cock lasted him only a couple more thrusts before he too stilled and released himself, your name falling from his lips.

You two stayed in that position for awhile before he reluctantly pulls out. Slowly, you turn around, fixing your hair and reaching for your bra and panties, then your dress.

Jensen watches you as he pulls on his boxers, and then his shirt.

"I think that deserves an A+." He jokes. You giggle and shake your head at him.

"I really don't understand this." You sigh picking up the notes that have been crumpled and thrown on the floor eventually. Jensen only smirks and winks at you.

"I'll tutor you every day after school then?"

You couldn't tell if this was a ploy to have sex with you every day or if he was really benign sincere. You thought you might as well give it a shot. His sex was good. It wouldn't hurt.

"Alright." You agree, smoothing over your dress and grabbing your stuff.

"Until tomorrow, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

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(Should I make a Misha and/or Jared one? Leave your thoughts! (: )