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The casting directors at Supernatural only had one reservation when it came to casting you, that being you were only nineteen at the time of your audition. You and your agent worked together to assure them you were ready and serious about the role, and five months later you’d really proved yourself on set.

“Tee, you can’t leave,” Sam was demanding as you marched up the steps on the bunker set.

“You don’t own me,” you spat back.

He sighed, jogging up the staircase to catch up, grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him, your height difference evened out on account of Jared being a few steps down from you.

“Get off,” you murmured, shaking your wrist to no avail.

“Trinity,” he said, firmer, “You can’t go out on your own.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I coped on my own for four years, Sam. I don’t need you to protect me all the time.”

The look on Jared’s face had you almost forgetting your lines.

He always did this thing. It was a habit he’d given Sam, but every time he did it, you felt yourself get hot and you had to hide your blush from the camera.

It was whenever he was frustrated, he’d clench his teeth, his jaw clenching and neck straining slightly.

God, you had it bad for this guy.

You shook your head, trying to get your brain back in gear, but that only made things worse and had Jared breaking character to smirk at you.

That fucking smirk. You were pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing - the sides of his mouth turning up, those dimples forming, his eyes blinking slowly - he knew exactly how to push all your buttons.

“Something putting you off, Y/N?” he asked, and you shrugged, your eyes taking in his face slowly, drawing it out so he knew you were giving him a once over.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you responded, biting your lip slightly.

He looked away, clearing his throat and letting go of your wrist.

Ha. Two could play at that game.


“Okay, Y/N, you’re done for the day,” Richard called, and you grinned, unbuttoning Trinity’s flannel on your way off of the set. It’d been a hot day and the bunker set really didn’t have great air conditioning, so you couldn’t wait to get into something less sweaty.

You bumped into Jared on your way to your trailer, stopping you in your tracks.

“Sorry,” you laughed, and he shook his head, an apology on his lips before he took in your unbuttoned shirt, his eyes focussing on your exposed bra.

You smirked, letting out an amused huff, and his eyes shot back to your own, a slight blush growing on his cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him, “Like what you see, Jared?”

His blush grew darker as you reached up and untied your hair from its ponytail, shaking it out and letting it fall naturally across your shoulders.

His mouth opened to respond, but no words came out.

You smiled, reaching your hand up to touch his cheek, your thumb stroking along his strong cheekbone.

“You know, Jare, my trailer’s always open for you,” you told him.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.

“I’m thirty-four,” he said quietly, his eyes flitting around, grateful that everyone else was still busy filming the last scenes of the day.

“Like I care about that,” you grinned, taking your hand away as he pushed your wrist, “I’ve always had a taste for an older man.”

“I have kids,” he protested, and you shrugged.

“I love kids.”

He closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath.

“Y/N, this isn’t a good idea,” he whispered.

You smiled up at him, taking a step back, “None of the fun ideas are.”


He didn’t join you in your trailer that night, but you weren’t really expecting him to.

It was just a thing the two of you did. Flirt until one of you couldn’t take it anymore, and then ignore each other for 24 hours.

It was pure lust on both parts, you thought.

He was hot, you were hot. You were too young, he was too unavailable.

He was something you weren’t allowed, and vice versa, and that just made you want each other more.

You’d had dreams about him, about the two of you, pretty much weekly since you’d been cast.

That night was one of the best.

His strong hands on your waist, his slightly stubbled jaw scratching your skin as he kissed your jaw, neck, clavicle, as he fucked into you, his undoubtedly proportional length filling you better than anyone before him.

You woke up sweating, spending longer in the shower than strictly necessary to try and cool your skin, before making your way onto set ready to greet your castmate as if you hadn’t fantasized all night about him fucking you into next week.

“You feeling alright, Y/N?” Jensen asked as you grabbed a bottle of water.

“Peachy,” you replied, smiling up at him, “Why?”

“Your cheeks look a bit flushed,” he commented, and you bit your lip, looking to the floor.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him smirk.

“What?” you asked, removing the cap from your bottle.

“Did someone have a kinky dream?” he asked, pinching your cheek teasingly.

“Shut up,” you groaned, pushing his hand away, “You’re not allowed to talk to me like that, old man.”

He just grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you both towards the makeup trailer.

“Y/N, you and I both know you like an older man,” he murmured, and you looked up at him, eyes wide.

He laughed slightly at the look on your face.

“Kiddo, your ‘Jared please fuck me’ gazes aren’t exactly subtle,” he told you, and your mouth dropped open as he ruffled your hair.

“I’m not- I don’t-”

“I won’t tell,” he assured you, a glint in his eye, “Watch yourself, though. You’re playing with fire.”

You snapped your mouth shut, looking at him carefully.

“I’ve been burned before,” was all you said before you walked into the trailer ahead of him.


The last scene you had to film before you broke for Christmas was a big argument between Trinity and the Winchesters.

Your character was often irritating them, but this was something else, something bigger, something dangerous.

Your heart was pumping with adrenaline as you worked through the choreographed fight scene with Jensen, your characters finally losing their tempers and letting their fists fly.

You’d practiced this scene multiple times, all of you wanted to get out of there and onto winter hiatus as soon as possible, so you were ready to get it done in one take.

You were prepared as Jared pulled you out from under Jensen, slamming you up against the wall, a strong arm against your throat.

“Trinity, you need to stop,” he demanded, applying a little more pressure.

Your mouth fell open with the lack of air, the fight leaving your body as he held you there.

“Stop trying to control me,” you replied, breathlessly.

The position was getting you hot under the collar.

Maybe you were discovering a new kink.

Shit, this was really not the time to be thinking like that.

Jensen got up from the ground, rubbing at his jaw.

“Sammy, let her go,” he commanded, and Jared moved his arm away, his other hand still holding your shoulder firmly.

There was hunger in Jared’s eyes and your heart was pumping in your throat, and at that point you had to use everything you had not to jump him right there in front of everyone.

“Why can’t I leave?” you asked, looking between the two of them, rubbing at your neck, “What does it mean to you if I’m here or not?”

“Tee,” Dean sighed, shaking his head, “The moment we took you in, it’s been our job to protect you.”

“Nobody asked you to,” you countered.

“You’re just a kid.”

It was spoken so softly you weren’t sure if Jared was delivering his line or talking to himself.

“I’m nineteen,” you snapped back, cringing when you realised you’d mixed your character’s age with your own, “Twenty-two. Shit, fuck, sorry.”

“Still rolling,” someone called from behind the cameras, “Take it from Dean’s line.”

You cleared your throat, nodding as you looked back up at Jared, finding the same want in his eyes that you felt inside.


You went back to your trailer the second you were done on set, in need of another cold, cold shower.

You’d taken of your shirt and unbuttoned your fly when there was a knock on your trailer door.

You groaned as you walked to the door, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off.

Jared was stood there, one hand bracing the top of the doorframe, his gorgeous hazel eyes hooded.

“Oh, thank God,” you breathed, grabbing a handful of his shirt and bringing him inside, shutting the door behind him.

His hands found your bare waist as you slid your fingers into his hair, bringing his head down and capturing his lips in a kiss.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands tightening, thumbs digging against your hip bones.

You tightened your hand in his hair, walking the two of you towards the couch as you continued to kiss.

He fell back onto the cushions, bringing you down with him so you were straddling his strong thighs.

You swept your tongue along his bottom lip and he let you in.

Your fingers scratched along his scalp lightly, loving the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

You moaned slightly when you felt his tongue swipe across your own.

The sound leaving your mouth had him reeling back, shaking his head as he broke the kiss.

You sat back on your feet and, by extension, his knees.

“Y/N, I can’t,” he told you quietly.

You nodded, still scratching his scalp lightly.

“I’m married,” he mumbled, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips, “I can’t do this to Gen.”

You nodded again, still not speaking.

“You’re too young.”

“I know,” you sighed, leaning forward and placing a long, lingering kiss to his lips before standing and helping him to his feet.

“I’m doing the right thing,” he said, as much to himself as to you.

You nodded, smiling reassuringly, “I know.”

He sighed, looking down at you sadly, “Then why is it so hard?”

You smirked, pushing his hand away when he reached for your cheek.

“Do not get sappy on me, Jared Padalecki,” you told him, pulling on a shirt to try and ease some of the tension in the room.

He laughed slightly, nodding.

“It would’ve been fun,” you commented as he smoothed his hair, walking towards the door.

“Yeah,” he laughed, looking back at you, “I’ll see you later.”

“Later,” you replied, watching him leave.


You shouldn’t have gone to Texas.

You knew it was a bad idea when you got on the plane, but Jensen had called and invited you to his Christmas party and you couldn’t think up a good enough reason to decline.

You hadn’t seen Jared since an awkward encounter the morning after he came to your trailer - besides the many, many times he’d appeared in your dreams, his taste on your mind ever since - and you weren’t sure you’d be able to face him.

You got to Jensen’s house an hour late, trying to put off seeing Jared for as long as possible.

Danneel answered the door, explaining the Jensen was checking on the twins, and she welcomed you inside, telling you she loved you on the show so far.

There were friends and family and castmates filling the bottom floor of their beautiful house, so you were relieved that there might be a chance you’d get through the evening without having to see Jared at all.

You were in the front room when Genevieve approached you, and your heart began to race with anxiety and guilt.

“Y/N,” she smiled, pulling you into a hug, “It’s nice to meet you, finally.”

You smiled tensely, “Same to you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled again, a hint of something almost teasing in her eyes, “Jared talks about you all the time.”

Your eyes widened, worried, “Wha- really?”

She smiled knowingly, “Walk with me?”

You nodded, letting her lead you through to the gorgeous garden of the Ackles’ house.

“So, how are you finding working on set?” she asked, and you shrugged.

“It’s my first recurring role, so I was nervous at first,” you told her, “But the guys are really welcoming.”

She smirked slightly as she sat down on an unnecessarily ornate bench.

Seriously, this family had too much money, who the fuck had a bench in their yard?

You sat next to her, eyeing her warily.

This woman definitely knew something.

“So you don’t mind being the youngest on set?” she asked, and you smiled awkwardly.

“I’ve always got along with older people better anyway.”

“You like an older man?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

You opened your mouth to speak before slamming it back shut.

“Y/N, I know,” she said, smiling kindly.

“Wha- I- um-,” you couldn’t form a sentence, shaking your head.

“I kind of had an inkling,” she explained, “He was shifty when he came home. I know my husband like I know myself, so I knew something was up. It was hard to deny it when he groaned your name during sex.”

“Genevieve, that’s not…” you shook your head again, trying to clear your head, “We never-”

“Oh, God, I know,” she assured you, “I know he wouldn’t go that far behind my back. But when I asked, he told me about what happened on the last day on set. Super apologetic. Cute, really.”

You were openly gaping at her, unsure of what to say.

“Okay, enough chit-chat,” she said, noting your discomfort, “Y/N, I know you want Jared. And he wants you. You’re young, full of energy, not to mention gorgeous. Hell, if I was on set with you every day I’d probably want to fuck you, too. So I think you should just… do it.”

You blinked.

“I- What?”

“It’s pure lust,” she expanded, “On his part and yours, as far as I can tell. It’s something he clearly needs to get out of his system, so if you want, I think you should just do it.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

Was the object of months of your fantasies’ wife really giving you consent to sleep with him?

“I’m sorry, wha-?”

“Y/N, this isn’t a trap,” she smiled, placing her hand on your knee, “If you still want to sleep with Jared, I’m not gonna be mad if you do. I think it’d be good for you both to get it out of your system.”


You didn’t know how to act when you were back on set in January.

You still hadn’t seen Jared, and after your talk with Genevieve, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do when you did.

Did she say the same to him? Was she really going to be okay with it if you fucked her husband?

You had no idea, so you decided to play it cool for the first few days, acting as if none of it ever happened.

It wasn’t so difficult, given the fact that Trinity was giving the brothers the silent treatment for an entire episode.

When you and Jared were in the same room, though, there was serious tension in the air.

Whenever you made eye contact, your heart began racing and you had to look away quickly.

He wasn’t fending much better, avoiding looking at you whenever he could.

Everyone noticed the tension on set, and you found yourself avoiding awkward questions by claiming that you weren’t feeling well.

Unsurprisingly, Jensen saw through your shitty excuses.

You were making a cup of tea in your trailer when he let himself in.

“Jesus, Jen, I could’ve been naked,” you complained as he closed the door behind himself.

He didn’t reply, instead opting to sit on your couch without a word.

“You gonna tell me what you’re doing here or am I just gonna have to guess from your facial expression?” you asked, sitting down opposite him.

Finally he cracked a smile, shaking his head.

“What’s going on with you and Jared?” he asked, and you shrugged, sipping at your tea, “Come on, Y/N, I’m not blind.”

You sighed, putting your mug down.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you told him, folding your arms.

“I know you made out last year.”

Your mouth dropped open, trying to process what he was saying.

“Gen told Danni who told me, honestly our families are really close,” he explained, and you shook your head.

“Wha- Jensen, what else do you know?” you asked, worried to know the answer.

He leant forward, his forearms on his thighs.

“I know that Gen is pretty reasonable,” he explained, “And I know that you and Jared are gonna keep acting weird around each other until; A, one of you dies from sexual frustration, or B, you fuck it out of your systems.”

You groaned, leaning back and hiding your face in your hands.

“Jensen,” you sighed, “It’s so awkward now.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I mean, we know that we can fuck, which is great because you know how often that tall hunk of man meat has been in my dreams, but so does everyone else,” you explained, and Jensen shrugged.

“Not everyone, just me,” he told you, getting up and patting your knee, “Go get ‘im, cowgirl.”

You scoffed as he left.

“Or doggy, reverse cowgirl, maybe just missionary, I don’t know what you’re into,” he continued, grinning and shutting the door just as you threw a cushion at him.


You took a long shower once Jensen had left your trailer, thinking things through.

Maybe you did just need to get it out of your system.

Once you were dry, you put on your nicest matching underwear underneath your favourite burgundy zip up sweater and light wash skinny jeans, blow drying your hair and leaving it down and natural.

You slipped into your sneakers as you made your way out of your trailer, locking the door behind you.

It was just past 9pm, the cool night air calming your pounding heart slightly as you made your way across to Jared’s trailer.

You knocked on the door lightly, worrying your lip as you waited for him to answer.

The lock clicked from the inside and, before you knew it, a shirtless, wet-haired Jared was stood in front of you.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please,” you interrupted, stepping inside and locking the door behind you, “Let’s do this.”

“Really?” he breathed, his hands already finding your waist as if they belonged there.

You nodded, your palms against his strong, warm chest and you leant up, your lips barely touching his.

“Come on, Jared,” you murmured against his lips, feeling him shudder underneath you, “Let’s ride.”

He surged into action, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, moving his hands to your thighs, lifting you up and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t put your back out,” you teased, sucking his bottom lip between your lips and running your tongue along the soft skin.

He pulled his lip free, biting at yours lightly, “I’m not old.”

You smirked your hands going into his damp hair, “I see a few greys in there.”

He growled, kissing you again as he blindly made his way through to the trailer’s bedroom, carrying you all the way.

He threw you down onto the bed, your body bouncing with the impact, and crawled on top of you instantly.

His left hand reached for your zipper.

You were expecting it to be pulled down quickly, but Jared froze above you, his hand hovering above your chest.

You noticed his eyes focussing on his wedding band, and you reached up to stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Hey, Jare, look at me,” you murmured softly, and he did as he was told, “I spoke to her. She wouldn’t mind. She’s okay with this.”

He nodded, his eyes flicking back to his ring, “Should I… should I take it off?”

You carded your hand through his hair, the confliction on his face pulling at your heart.

“Not if you don’t want to,” you told him, “I know this is a one time thing. Neither of us expect anything more, right?”

He nodded, leaning down and resting his forehead to yours.

“I love her. So much, but it’s like you’ve got this spell on me,” he admitted, quietly, “I find it so hard to control myself around you.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered, “Not now.”

He nodded, closing his eyes and kissing you deep and long.

“Let’s take it slow,” he spoke against your lips, “Take our time. Savour it.”

You nodded, kissing him again.

“I can’t think of anything I’d want more.”

He kissed you softly before kissing his way down your jaw, his hands slowly, tantalisingly, unzipping your sweater to reveal more of your skin.

“No shirt?” he murmured against your clavicle, and you shook your head.

“Just another layer in the way,” you explained, and he made a noise of agreement as he pulled back to look at you.

His eyes roamed your body, taking you in slowly, the attention making you blush and hide your face under your arm.

“Hey,” he chuckled warmly, moving your arm away.

“You’re gorgeous,” he told you, kissing you softly, “Don’t hide from me.”

You nodded, letting him pull your sweater from your arms and dropping it beside his bed, his hands reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You helped take your arms from the straps, revealing your naked chest to Jared and fighting the strong urge to hide.

He kissed you, long and intense, before kissing down your chest once more.

The feeling of his fourteen-hour stubble on your skin was just the right side of a pleasant scratch as he sucked your nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.

You groaned in pleasure, your hand carding back into his slowly drying hair, holding him against you.

He swirled his tongue before nipping the hardened bud between his teeth.

He moved on, crawling backwards on the mattress as he continued his descent down your body, kissing below your navel and nosing at the button of your jeans.

“May I?” he asked, and you nodded, unable to form words anymore, the fact that you were finally getting what you’d wanted for months clouding your mind.

His fingers deftly flicked the button open, unzipping your fly gently, the look on his face as if he was opening a present.

You lifted your hips, helping him drag your jeans down your thighs, calves, off your feet and onto the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties in front of him.

He nosed at your thighs, spreading them with strong hands, holding you in place as he kissed his way closer to your centre.

Your fingers were still in his hair, loving the feeling of the soft strands between your fingers, and you clenched your fist as he mouthed over your clothed entrance.

“Jare, please, don’t tease,” you murmured, and he smiled, nipping at your hip as his fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, carefully removing them from your body.

You blushed under his gaze, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, watching the beautiful sight of Jared on his knees between your legs.

You wanted to ingrain this imagine into your memory forever.

You shuddered as he leant forward, his breath ghosting your core as he looked up at you, long lashes hiding lust-blown hazel eyes. That sight alone made you wetter than you’d been in a long time.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he murmured, the vibrations of his lips against your core making your fingers tighten in his hair.

His tongue flicked out, circling your clit lightly and causing you to shudder again, groaning softly as you bit your lip.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as he swiped his tongue over your clit, more pressure this time.

His hair that wasn’t caught in your fist was falling down, ticking your thighs as he sucked gently on your clit.

Your free hand was clenching at the pillow beside your head, your hips wanting to thrust upwards but his strong hands held you down.

He dipped his head lower, his tongue entering you and successfully driving you insane.

It was a shallow kind of fullness, your body was thrumming with ‘too much’ and ‘not nearly enough’ at the same time.

“Jare- Jared, stop, I’m gonna-”

He pulled back, causing your core to throb at the lack of contact, and looked up into your eyes.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low and dominant, “Come for me.”

You shook your head slightly, “Wanna- with you.”

He smirked slightly, nuzzling at your inner thigh affectionately.

“You think I’d take this opportunity and only make you come once?” he asked, and you bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush.

He grinned, biting your thigh lightly before focussing back on your clit, his tongue delivering you more pleasure than anyone before him had ever given you.

You were close, too close, your clit throbbing in time with your erratic heartbeat as he continued to suck, the pressure almost unbearable.

“Fuck, Jared, I’m- ahh!” your comment was cut short as your orgasm ripped through you, wetness gushing from you and coating his mouth and chin.

He worked you through it, pulling back once your legs stopped shaking, your chest heaving, your arm thrown over your eyes as you tried to calm your racing heart.

You felt him leave the bed, but you were still feeling too high to watch him go.

You opened your eyes again a minute later as Jared was crawling back onto the bed, kissing your jaw, his minty scent filling your nostrils.

“Did you just use mouthwash?” you asked, smiling lazily.

“Didn’t think you’d want to taste yourself,” he murmured before kissing you deeply, your tongues lazily exploring each other’s mouths.

“Thought it was ‘cause I tasted bad,” you mumbled, only half joking.

“You taste just as sweet as I’d imagined,” he assured you, kissing you languidly.

You brought your hands up to the sides of his neck, keeping him in place as you rolled the two of you over, your thighs now straddling his waist.

“You take your pants off in the bathroom?” you questioned when your dripping centre came into contact with his cotton covered hardness.

“Just another layer in the way,” he responded, echoing your own words.

You smirked, rolling your hips down into his and eliciting a groan from both of you.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you laughed breathlessly as he held your hips and ground against you, “Want you in me.”

He bit his lip, stifling a moan as he nodded in agreement, moving his hands to push at his boxers.

You crawled off of him, helping him kick off his underpants before looking around the room.

“Lube?” you asked, and he nodded to the trailer’s small nightstand.

You reached over him and he bit your nipple lightly as your tits were hanging in his face.

You looked down at him with a glint in your eye.

“Shouldn’t need much, you’re wet enough already,” he teased, the neediness in his voice making the taunt fall flat.

“Can you blame me?” you laughed softly, “You’re so sexy.”

“I’m old,” he protested, and you shook your head.

“Not old, experienced,” you corrected, warming a small amount of lube in the palm of your hand, “And it’s not a lie when I say you’re one of the most attractive men I’ve ever met. You’re so hot, Jared.”

“You’re so young and… perky,” he sighed, his hands on your thighs where you straddled his hips, “I can’t believe you actually want me.”

“Well believe it,” you murmured, kissing him soundly before moving down his body, slicking his incredibly generous erection with your lubed hand before wiping the excess on the comforter.

Jared raised an eyebrow at you and you shrugged, “You’re gonna have to change it anyway.”

His argument died on his tongue as you lifted his hips, lining him up with your entrance.

“Y/N, gotta get you ready,” he breathed, but you shook your head, lowering yourself down slowly.

“Wanna feel it,” you told him, relishing the slow, delicious burn, “Wanna remember this.”

His hands found your waist, guiding you down slowly, giving you time to accommodate his size.

You’d barely even started and it was already the best fuck you’d ever had.

You paused once you were fully seated, letting you both adjust to the tight wet hot feeling.

You ran your hands up his chest, his firm pecs twitching under your palms as his hands tightened around your waist.

“You feel so good,” he told you, looking up into your eyes, a flush of concentration on his face.

“Better than I imagined,” you agreed, leaning down and kissing him deeply.

His hips stuttered upwards and you gasped against his lips, feeling him impossibly deeper inside of you.

With another kiss, Jared rolled the two of you over, getting himself on top of you.

“How do you like it?” he asked, stroking your hair from your forehead, “Hard? Fast? Gentle?”

You laughed softly, your fingers wrapping around his strong biceps, his hands resting above your shoulders.

“Usually rough,” you admitted, blushing slightly, “But with you… Like you said. Let’s take it slow.”

He nodded in agreement, kissing you again, his tongue soft and skillful as it danced with your own.

“I’m ready,” you told him.

He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised in concern, “You sure.”

“Certain,” you confirmed, and he nodded, kissing you, just a soft press of lips as he began to move his hips.

The drag was electric, you could feel every inch of him entering you slowly, the sensation causing you to throw your head back. Your lips were parted in breathy pants, your neck exposed to Jared’s mouth, your hips straining with the confliction of wanting to meet his thrusts and wanting to stay still to see what he could do.

He moved his hips sensually, his hands roaming your body, the glide of his fingertips over your skin having you clenching around him.

He groaned low in his throat, the vibration against your neck pulling a whimper from your lips.

You carded your hand into his hair once more, pulling lightly to get him to look up at you.

His beautiful eyes met yours, dark with arousal, and you couldn’t resist a quick kiss before saying what was on your mind.

“How can I make this good for you?” you asked, your fingers stroking through his hair repeatedly.

“Y/N,” he laughed, breathlessly, “The fact that it’s you is making this the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

You nodded in agreement, rolling your hips to meet his, feeling his hips stuttering slightly.

You looked up at him, frowning softly, “Are you getting close already?”

“Don’t tease me,” he chuckled, “I’ve wanted this for so long, this is months of wanting you all coming to a head at once.”

You smirked at his choice of words, and he rolled his eyes, snapping his hips forward and making you moan.

You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back, egging him on.

He continued to fuck into you, long and slow, tightening the coil in your lower stomach once more.

You gasped, digging your nails into his biceps as Jared brought a hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit lightly, teasingly, just enough pressure to bring you pleasure, not enough to bring you to the edge.

Your heart was thumping in your ears, your head pounding with euphoria as he continued to drag out your pleasure with every delicious thrust into your wanting body.

You could feel him begin to falter, leaning down and biting your clavicle.

His fingers worked circles against your clit, your core throbbing around his length.

“Together,” he murmured into your skin, and you nodded, feeling your second orgasm approaching.

He continued to thrust in earnest, easily hitting your g-spot with every pass, and the stimulation from g-spot and clit at the same time had you right on the edge in no time.

“Jared, I’m gonna-”

“Me too,” he panted, capturing your parted lips in a fervent kiss.

The second his lips touched yours, you were coming again, your walls clenching even tighter around him, tipping Jared over the edge with you, groaning your name.

You weren’t kissing anymore, rather panting into each others’ mouths as you rode out your orgasms, Jared still thrusting weakly inside of you - the pleasure just the right side of too much.

He lowered himself on top of you, relaxing onto his elbows as both of you caught your breath.

“Wow,” you panted, and he nodded, his forehead against your own.

“Yeah.”


You cleaned up in the bathroom while Jared changed his sheets.

You caught the sight of your sex-mused hair in the mirror and couldn’t stop a grin from forming on your face.

It was amazing, everything you’d ever imagined it would be and more.

You were wearing one of Jared’s white shirts and a pair of his boxers, looking so much like ‘the other woman’ it wasn’t even funny.

You walked back through to the bedroom, laughing slightly at the fact that he’d changed the sheets to ones with a stars and stripes design.

“Very patriotic,” you commented, and he shrugged.

“They’re the only spare sheets I have,” he explained, lifting up the comforter for you to get in.

You crawled in beside him, turning off the bedside lamp.

“You know I have to leave in the morning,” you murmured as he pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I know,” he smiled, kissing you deeply, “Just let me have this.”

You nodded, rolling over and fitting your back to his chest, his arm draped over your waist.

The tendrils of sleep were pulling you in, your fucked-out brain loving the feeling of a warm body against your own.

You were drifting off, content and warm with Jared’s arms around your waist and his lips lightly pressed against your neck, when murmured words had you wide awake once more.

“I love you, Y/N.”