Part Tags: fluff, teasing, public teasing, public fingering, risky sex, public cunnilingus, edging
Part WC: ± 2.5K
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“Jen?” Y/N calls from behind him. Jensen looks over his shoulder through the mirror’s reflection, catching her eye. “I didn’t… force you to do something you didn’t want to, did I?”
Jensen frowns, turning around to face her completely. “What do you mean?” he checks, a little confused.
“With Jared… this dinner,” she explains. “I know we’ve been keeping things to ourselves, I don’t want to force myself into your life with your friends if you’re not ready for that,” she tells him sincerely.
“What? You’re not forcing yourself into anything, sweetheart,” he promises her, stepping closer and reaching out to grab her hands. “It’s about time my best friend knew about you at least,” he chuckles softly. “Guess I’ve just liked being selfish with you until now.”
“You’re sure? You’re not embarrassed by me or anything?” she asks, seeming a little nervous.
Jensen scoffs at the very idea. “Not at all, I cannot wait for everyone to see how lucky I am.” Jensen kisses her forehead, and Y/N closes her eyes and smiles softly to herself. “Just don’t team up with Jared to tease me or I will regret it,” he adds, playfully.
Y/N laughs, biting her bottom lip cheekily. “Now where’s the fun in not teasing you, Mr. Ackles?” she winks, walking past him to head for the door.
Jensen turns his head and watches her go, noticing just how good her ass looks in that dress, and wishing Jared hadn’t interrupted anything a couple hours before, or maybe he wouldn’t feel so pent up right now.
“So what is it you actually do, Y/N?” Jared asks politely, straightening out his cutlery.
“I’m a hairdresser,” she explains.
“Is that how you two met?” he pries.
“We met at a party for a mutual friend,” Jensen chips in. Instantly Jared looks insulted, and Jensen rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what’s coming.
“You went to a party without me?” he asks, feigning hurt.
“It was the best time I’ve had in a long time,” Jensen teases back, smirking. Y/N seems to catch on to what’s happening as soon as Jared drops his act, and she giggles along with the two of them. “So are you gonna stop playing twenty one questions with my girlfriend now?” he adds, looking back at his best friend.
“Can you blame me? You didn’t tell me anything about her…” Jared defends. “Wait… did you just say girlfriend?” he adds with an even more teasing tone to his voice, making Jensen roll his eyes.
“Honestly, I hate you,” Jensen grumbles.
“Thought she was just a lady friend?”
“Oh I am, am I?” Y/N joins in, nudging him in the side.
“If I told him we were dating then this dinner would’ve happened a lot sooner, and I wanted to keep you to myself for a while,” Jensen defends, reaching across to put his hand on Y/N’s thigh under the table.
“Hm, if you say so,” she smirks, feigning suspicion.
Jensen sits back, nursing his drink with his free hand as he listens to Jared and Y/N talking some more, getting to know each other, and he quite likes that they’re getting on so well, but he also realises that this is just the beginning. Now that Jared knows, it won’t be long before the rest of their friends know too, at the very least the ones in the con circuit. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, given that Jensen would quite like Y/N to come along to the other cons he’s got this year – he’s enjoying her company – but it does mean the more he shares her with the people in his life, the less of that thrill they’re going to find feeling like they’re sneaking around.
Jensen’s never been a cheater, or wanted to be one, but since hiding Y/N from the world, he has understood the excitement something like an affair can give you. He never thought he’d be into it, but he is. He loves the risk of almost getting caught. And while it has never been bad or wrong for him to be with Y/N, given they were both single adults, sneaking around and keeping secrets made it feel just a little bad and wrong.
Just the thought of sneaking around with Y/N again, trying to not get caught, is getting him excited even just sitting here in public, in front of his best friend, and as Jensen turns his head to look at Y/N as she tells Jared something Jensen’s not really listening to, he gets an idea, and has to bite back the wicked smirk that wants to form on his lips. He grabs his drink once more and pretends to be occupied with that as he slowly begins to move his hand higher up her thigh, letting his fingers dip just under the hem of her dress. Y/N seems to get a little distracted from what she was saying, but is quick to jump back into it, not acknowledging what Jensen’s doing under the table where Jared can’t see.
Game on.
Once again, Jensen’s hand moves a little higher, now completely under her skirt, right on her inner thigh, just below her crotch, and when Jared starts replying to whatever Y/N had said, she clears her throat and reaches under the table to grab his hand and attempt to move it down just a little. But Jensen remains unbudged, digging his fingertips into her supple skin harder, and she eventually gives up and returns her hand to the table, eagerly reaching for her wine and taking a large mouthful.
Jensen moves his hand higher once more, the backs of his knuckles now brushing along the lace of her panties, as he remembers them on her only earlier that evening, how he couldn’t wait to remove them, how hard his cock was when she sucked it down – about as hard as it’s getting now. But Y/N cuts Jensen’s fun short, crossing her legs one over the other and restricting his access, forcing his hand further down her thigh once more. Jensen reluctantly slips his hand away completely, just as Jared announces he’s going to use the bathroom.
As soon as Jared’s out of earshot, Y/N turns to him and glares.
“What was all that about?” she asks, staring him down.
“I got bored,” Jensen shrugs nonchalantly, grabbing his drink and taking another sip.
“What if someone saw you? What if Jared noticed?” she asks, blinking at him. “You do remember you’re a celebrity right? I can see it now; ‘Jensen Ackles fingers random woman in restaurant’.” Jensen laughs heartily at her mock headline, shaking his head. “Seriously, Jen,” she scolds, “what if we got caught?”
“That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Trying not to get caught?” he smirks softly, making her face flush as she softly bites down on her bottom lip.
“You’re a bad boy, Mr. Ackles,” she tells him quietly, bringing her face closer to his.
“Only for you,” he whispers back.
“I think we should get the bill,” Jared announces, as they both part and realise he’s back. “You two teenagers need to be careful, there’s fans around,” he warns, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.
“Have I told you yet how fucking good you look in that dress?” Jensen asks, catching Y/N’s reflection once again in the shiny elevator doors. He turns his head to look at her properly, and Y/N instantly shies away slightly, shaking her head.
“Jared was right last week, you are a horny teenager,” she scoffs.
“He didn’t say horny, but he would’ve been right if he did,” Jensen agrees. Y/N giggles and then rolls her eyes at him, so he pulls her into him. “What? I’ve not seen you all week, I’m a little pent up,” he complains, exaggerating his pout. “Aren’t you?”
Y/N’s breath begins to quicken as she’s pressed against him, their lips almost touching.
“No,” she blatantly lies, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.
Jensen decides to take matters into his own hands, pushing his hand up the hem of her skirt, seeking out her panties, but he’s only met with bare skin – wet bare skin.
“Liar,” he accuses with a smug grin. “And no panties, you are naughty,” he scolds.
Y/N seems flustered as she pulls herself out his hold and smooths down her dress, fixing her hair as the elevator stops and the doors begin to open, but Jensen can’t keep the smirk off of his face the entire way to the restaurant.
“Y/N, this is Misha, Rob, Rich, Briana, Kim, Alex and of course you know Jared,” Jensen introduces. “Guys, this is Y/N.”
Y/N politely says hi to everyone as Jensen pulls out her seat, unable to stop thinking about her ass and how she’s not wearing panties under that dress as she slowly sits down and he pushes her in. He clears his throat as he sits beside her, and he’s happy to see that everyone got his memo about not bombarding Y/N with a million questions like Jared had. Besides, Jared probably filled them all in already, and he knows Y/N would rather just sit and listen to conversations than be the centre of them all evening.
Dinner goes smoothly, and while Y/N doesn’t talk an awful lot, she also doesn’t seem like she feels left out or out of place, especially as she drinks more wine and becomes a little more comfortable around everyone. Jensen mainly sits back and listens, only piping in when he needs to, but otherwise letting everyone else talk among themselves, including Y/N into the conversations as much as they can. But once mains are out of the way, the conversation turns to a time on set that Y/N wouldn’t have been part of. She doesn’t seem put out that she can’t get as involved in that conversation, she just relaxes back with him and listens quietly.
Jensen smiles, reaching out to squeeze her thigh lovingly, but before he can move it away again, she reaches under the table and grabs it, encouraging it higher up her leg, under the hem of her skirt. Jensen quickly glances around the table, making sure no one is looking, his pants already getting a little tighter in the crotch area knowing she’s not wearing panties and anyone could look over and figure out what’s going on under the table right now. But no one does, so he pushes his hand a little higher up, ghosting his fingertips through her slick, toying with her clit ever so lightly. Her thighs clench, but then she spreads her legs a little wider and shifts herself in her seat to give him easier access, and Jensen takes advantage of that.
Jensen leans into her as his fingers tease her opening, his cock now practically throbbing in his pants as he glances around the full restaurant.
“Go to the bathroom and wait for me there,” he commands softly.
Y/N clears her throat, clearly a little put out as Jensen takes his hand away, but she finishes her glass of wine and gets up, excusing herself quietly. Jensen can’t take his eyes off of her ass the entire walk to the bathroom, and wonders how long he should wait before he follows her without it looking suspicious. He drums his fingers on the table top and half heartedly joins in the conversation, all the while his eyes wandering to the bathroom, wondering if it’s time yet. No one else is waiting for the bathroom; they’d be alone.
“Everything alright, Jen?” Misha presses, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Y/N’s been a while, I should check on her,” Jensen excuses, realising it’s probably a very weak alibi for a group of people that know him so well, but there’s only so long he can hide this erection and the girl with no panties in the bathroom waiting on him.
Jensen gets up and eagerly heads towards the bathroom, knocking the door softly and calling out her name. The door opens and she peeks around it, letting him in and Jensen’s quick to engage the lock. He wastes barely a second as he kisses her deeply and lifts her onto the counter, sitting her on top of it and spreading her legs wide. Y/N gasps for air as Jensen’s hand pushes up her dress and seeks out her dripping centre, his fingers pushing deep inside and curling, making her roll her eyes and pull on the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, Jen,” she whispers. “What if they wonder what’s happening?” she pants out.
“I don’t care,” Jensen replies breathily. “Let them wonder, let them come and check on us.”
Just the idea of one of them knocking on the door, making sure everything’s okay makes Jensen’s cock throb harder. He can’t take it any longer. He pulls Y/N’s ass to the edge of the counter, her dress pushing up her thighs and bunching around her waist automatically, and Jensen eagerly drops to his knees between her open legs. His eyes flicker up to hers as they lock, and he doesn’t break eye contact as he leans forward and starts eating her cunt. Y/N moans loudly, her thighs tensing either side of him, her fingers now deep in the hair on the top of his head as she rocks her hips against his tongue as it laps and curls in every direction, making her squirm harder and harder.
Jensen loves seeing her this desperate. He loves that she’s this horny for him, and he knows the time apart is to thank for that. He almost doesn’t want it to end. It doesn’t have to end.
Jensen manages to pull back, despite the strong hold her thighs have around his neck, and the grip she’s got on his hair, trying to encourage him to stay put. He knows only too well what he’s just ruined, and he can’t help but smirk at the very thought.
“Jen, no no no, don’t stop, wait,” she pants out desperately, trying to seek out his mouth once more.
Jensen slowly and calmly kisses the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a slick print.
“Best thing I’ve tasted tonight, don’t think I need dessert now,” he teases, slowly getting back to his feet.
“But I do,” she encourages, reaching for the obvious bulge in his crotch.
“Nuh huh,” he warns. “We’ve gotta get back, before they send a search party.”
“What?” she chokes out. “Seriously?”
Jensen just smirks, straightening his clothes and glancing over himself quickly as he fixes his hair and lets himself out of the bathroom, leaving her sitting on the counter top.
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