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after a night out ࿓ best friend’s dad!jensen

intro to bsf!dad!jensen .ᐟ

summary: jensen catches you tipsy in his kitchen after a night out with your friends.

warnings: none tbh, yearning, teasing, soft touches, reader is tipsy, mention of kissing others (bsf!dad!jensen x reader)

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it had been a long night of drinking, dancing, kissing pretty boys against the sticky walls of the nightclub, and feeling absolutely nothing as their wandering hands groped and squeezed at your body.

a typical night out… to say the least.

your regular spot—the beanbag on the floor of your best friend’s room, accompanied by the various pillows and blankets—felt off. you were tossing and turning, overheating and dehydrated from all the alcohol, and overstimulated from your pyjamas twisting around your body and your unruly hair getting in your face.

you stood up with a quiet yet drunken huff of annoyance, rising to your feet in the darkness of the room, your best friend’s quiet snores filling the otherwise silent space. you closed your eyes for a moment, your head spinning a little as you found your bearings.

you managed to stumble out into the dim light of the hallway, your footfalls heavy on the wooden floor, highlighted by the silver moonlight peeking in from the windows. your feet led you down the familiar path to the kitchen. it was dark and silent, apart from the clock ticking on the wall.

you felt at ease just existing in the heavy silence of the night. your eyes squeezed shut in protest as you flicked on the overhead light, and a quiet groan escaped your throat, cutting through the quietude. you drunkenly rubbed your tired eyes, smearing the leftover mascara you’d failed to completely remove barely an hour ago.

after a moment, you stepped further onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor and swung open the cabinet filled with the drinking glasses, grabbing one.

“oh.”

you jumped at the sudden voice behind you, your body flinching. you turned around. jensen stood in the doorway with a lazy smile spread across his face, his hair tousled, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black shirt that clung to the muscled expanse of his shoulders and arms. goddamn, that sight was going to be burned into your brain until the end of time.

“it’s you,” he commented quietly, taking in your appearance at the late hour, letting his gaze fall down your body before meeting your eyes. “you look a mess, sweetheart.”

you couldn’t help your lips from tugging into a reluctant, yet amused smile, or the way your cheeks heated up at his playful jab—exacerbated by the alcohol still flowing through your system. the combination made your cheeks aglow, and you lowered your head in embarrassment, trying to save face under his fixated gaze.

“feel even better,” you muttered jokingly in return, your voice hoarse from pounding back straight liquor over the course of your night out. you turned back towards the sink to fill up your glass, still avoiding his eyes, though you could feel them piercing into your back.

a small sound of amusement came from low in jensen’s throat. he stepped towards you, watching as you shut off the water. “told you girls not to drink so much… but you never listen to me,” he chuckled softly, the sound gentle but laced with that teasing undertone you’d grown so used to.

you sipped your water as you turned to face him once again and took a moment to stare at him, trying to find a quick response in the depths of your tipsy brain. however, you realised you’d been silent probably a fraction too long as the room filled with an awkward and undeniable tension, the only sound tick tick tick from the clock and the quiet hum of the refrigerator.

jensen shifted on his feet and leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, basking in the discomfort radiating off of you. his green eyes bored into you, studying you with an almost calculated stare, waiting to see how you’d respond to his playful attempt at displaying his “authority” over you.

“didn’t drink too much,” you finally replied, leaning against the counter opposite him, trying to appear nonchalant, like your heart wasn’t racing from just his presence alone. you took another sip of your water, watching his smile quirk into a small smirk.

“oh, yeah?” he asked, his brows raising as he watched you. he tilted his head, the gesture challenging, yet filled with jest. 

his gaze shrunk you down, stripping you of all the defences you’d tried so hard to build up over the years since you first developed your stupid crush. you felt like he could see right through you, and you didn’t know why you weren’t completely mortified by that.

you shifted your weight on your feet and cleared your throat. “yeah,” you offered back with a shrug, trying to keep up your bravado of indifference.

“then what’s with the…“ jensen trailed off, raising a hand and gesturing to his face.

“what?” you scoffed out in a smile, now crossing your arms—a little in defence, and maybe a little in defiance.

“your eyes, little lady. y’got makeup all smudged under them, looks like you got punched in the eye. there’s no one i need to go out and knock on their ass for hitting my girl is there?” he smirked, this time not so subtly, letting his words linger in the air as that fucking expression shot straight down to your core. his girl. damn right.

your hands rubbed under your eyes after you’d placed your glass down, your heart thumping against your ribcage as you tried to wipe away the black smears. “no,” you huffed with a smile, “no fighting needed, jensen.”

“good,” he murmured, stepping towards you, “i’d be sad if someone was slinging fists your way, honey. y’too sweet to be gettin’ into fights.”

you blinked up at him, dropping your hands as he approached; your body language was open to him, welcoming his proximity as he neared closer.

“wouldn’t want to see you hurt. i’d hate that,” he continued, his voice still a soft murmur. he raised his hand, letting it linger just a centimetre from your skin, hesitating for a moment, before finally making contact. his thumb gently rubbed at the stubborn mascara under one of your eyes, his palm resting on your cheek. the feeling of his skin against yours was searing, setting the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. your breath caught in your throat for a moment; his touch felt good, like it belonged there.

your eyelids fluttered shut, silently submitting to his touch, and you felt his gaze deepen. it was intense and all-consuming, kind of like standing under a spotlight, but it was gentle at the same time, like it was one you’d been under a thousand times.

“mmm,” jensen hummed, “my messy girl.” his quietly spoken words made your heartbeat stutter. his. it’s like he knew exactly how to take you apart without even trying. the butterflies grew more rampant in your stomach, his words forcing goosebumps to grow on your skin. “at least this shows you had fun tonight though, right?”

your eyes flickered open, blinking up to meet his. your eyes locked, and his smile grew, making a warmth bloom in your chest. jensen’s thumb stilled under your eye, but he left his hand cupped against your cheek, the heat between your skin sending tingles down your spine, straight to your core. you had to fight off the urge to turn and place a kiss on his palm, or better yet, take his thumb into your mouth.

“yeah, had a lot of fun tonight…” you muttered with a soft smile, letting your eyes dance between his green irises, so deep and soulful you could just drown in them if he’d let you.

“yeah?” he asked, letting his hand slip down to grasp the side of your jaw. he rubbed his thumb along your cheek, his eyes sparkling with mirth, drinking you in, as you tried to not physically react to his touch. 

“yeah.”

“did you kiss any boys?”

you paused, your whole body tensing, completely thrown off by his question. you tried to not let the surprise show on your face, but jensen could see right through you.

“s’alright if you did, baby. you’re a pretty girl. lots of boys’d be lining up for a kiss, i’d imagine,” he purred out his words, and you felt like you could just melt right then and there.

your throat bobbed as you swallowed down the words you wanted to say. no boy would ever beat you, jensen. i want you first in line. every time.

instead, your smile grew sheepish, and your eyes darted away for a moment, fighting off the blush from staining your cheeks. an awkward chuckle bubbled up your throat, an attempt to diffuse the tension he’d built between you.

“umm,” you began, “yeah, i— i kissed a boy… or two.” your eyes met his once again, falling back into the trap of his unwavering stare. you searched his face, your heart beating as you waited for a response. you felt guilty. why did you feel guilty?

you caught the way the corner of his lip twitched, threatening to curl ever so subtly at your words, and the guilt intensified tenfold in your chest. why did you admit that to him? why didn’t you just lie?

“yeah?” he asked, letting his face fall back into a neutrally intrigued expression, guarded almost. “did you like it?”

your brows pinched together. 

“like what?” you asked, part of you hoping he’d just drop it. you didn’t think you could keep your face from flushing any longer; you didn’t want him to see you so flustered over a silly question.

“getting kissed?” he clarified, the words falling from his mouth like it was a totally normal thing to be asking you.

“i— it was—” you mumbled, trying to find the words. “yeah, it was… alright. i was drunk,” you finally concluded, hoping to cease any misinterpretations of your prior actions that night. they were just kisses; you were drunk.

“just alright?” jensen asked, tilting his head once again, still caressing your cheek. “you don’t need to lie to me, sweetheart. you can kiss all the boys you want and enjoy it if you like.”

“i know,” you said a little too quickly out of panic. you mentally smacked yourself when you saw his eyes narrow the slightest bit. fuck. that’s not what you meant to say. i don’t want to kiss anyone but you, jensen. only you.

“mm, doesn’t mean you should.”

the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock trickled out into the background, a new silence swallowing you whole. you stood staring up at him, your tipsy brain trying to scramble through the mess his words left in your head. doesn’t mean you should.

“i— it was just—” you sputtered out, suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights.

jensen shook his head and gently patted your cheek. “just be careful, sweetheart. want you looking after yourself f’me. don’t want a boy breaking that sweet little heart of yours. it’s too innocent, too good for this world. you deserve the best, you know that?”

your brain felt like it was seconds away from exploding and seeping out of your ears. you struggled to make sense of his words, trying to search between them as the silent seconds flew by.

but then suddenly

out of nowhere

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. your eyes instantly fell closed, the breath from your lungs stilling for a moment as the world around you slowed down. this… this was new.

“you get to bed, baby. i’ll cook you girls a big breakfast tomorrow. the ackles’ hangover special,” he mumbled against your hair, his hand still holding your face.

you hummed; you didn’t trust yourself with words.

“sleep tight, sweet girl.” jensen finally pulled back and shot you a smile, the type of smile that makes your knees go weak. every. single. time.

all you could do was nod, your eyes grasping onto the micro-expressions on his face. god, he was so hard to read, so guarded when he wanted to be, so confusing.

jensen nodded in return. he took a moment to let the sight of you sink in, really sink in, before he turned on his heel and headed towards the door with a smile on his face.

your heart sunk to your stomach as the distance between you increased, missing the warmth of his hand against your cheek, his lips against your hair, his body cocooning yours against the counter, the smell of his cologne that you breathed in like it was fresh air.

a sigh escaped your lungs as he finally disappeared into the hallway. your legs felt like jelly, and that bloody aching sensation had grown between your thighs.

it was going to be a long night.

fig yaps: this felt… awfully restrained compared to my last post,, BUT i wanted to establish their dynamics before they go crazy sucking and fucking !!! anywhoooo thank u for the love on the og post !!! i feel like my inbox has been flooded, and all the kind (also kinda batshit) comments have made my week and made me so eager to write !!! love y’all freaks PLS keep sending me ideas i wanna start writing actual smut for this delicious man i just gotta plan it out omg

also thank u for 1.6k too !!!!!! 🤯

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best friend's dad!jensen .ᐟ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

okay so bear with me !! this saved as a video but i saw this gif on twitter and (my smut-rotted dilf-obsessed brain) immediately thought best friend's dad!jensen….. 18+

cw: smut, age gap (obvs), perverted!jensen, yearning, icky morals / character dynamics, reader is implied 18–mid 20s.

the way jensen looks at you, practically undressing you with his eyes, the young thing that you are, is foul to put it simply. he knows his perverted thoughts about you are inappropriate, probably verging on immoral—you’re the same age as his daughter for fuck’s sake—but that doesn’t stop the flutter of his heart or the throb of his dick anytime you’re near.

it’s like a compulsion; all he wants to do is teach you how to take his cock, make you yearn for it when he’s not around. he wants you so completely dependent on him that it makes you sick when you’re not with him. the need to slip his slimy fingers into every fold of your brain and manipulate you into a docile little lamb for his own pleasure makes him feel like a goddamn perverted mess.

he’s completely out of line, and he knows it.

but the idea of bending you over and cramming his pulsating chubbed-up cock into your tight young cunt, watching you whimper and blush as you make a mess of his pelvis with your sweet juices? jensen could jizz in his pants at the thought alone.

and the way you squirm under his gaze whenever he looks at you, his piercing green eyes and wolfish smile that shrink you into nothing but a floundering babbling little girl? yeah, he’d be silly to think he’d ever get over this fascination with you.

and the thing is, he knows you want him just as bad.

it’s evident in the way you squeeze your thighs together when you’re sat on his couch, watching a movie with your best friend, trying to find relief for that dull ache between your legs that always seems to linger whenever he’s around. or in the way your pretty eyes always flicker back to him when you think he isn’t looking. you’re such a sweet silly thing, really. he wishes he could just scoop you up into his arms and take you someplace where he could just bury his head between those sweet thighs of yours and pull orgasm after orgasm straight from your core.

you’re such a polite girl whenever you’re over at his house, so you’d deserve it, right? ….right?

and those times when he’s picked you and your best friend up from a party, helping as you stumble into his car drunk, giggling like two little school girls. the way his hand stays a fraction too long on your lower back as he helps you into the car, longing to dip lower and grope at the fat of your ass. and that charming smile he shoots you in the rearview mirror that says “such a good girl, coming home to me instead of going home with a silly boy your own age. that’s my smart girl.” those silent but oh-so-telling glances make your breath falter and your stomach pool with heat.

and jensen’s no idiot. he can see when a sweet young thing like you feels a little… flustered. he’s an attractive man; he knows when a lady has taken a liking to him.

but you? sweet little innocent you?

god, it’s bad. he feels like a sick pervert when he’s laying in bed at night, slowly stroking his cock to the thought of you—thinking about how good your pretty lips would look wrapped around his thick member with those sparkly little eyes of yours looking up at him from your knees, or how tight your walls would hug and squeeze his throbbing dick. the desire sears through him, his infatuation with you setting his body alight. he knows it’s wrong; you’re too young for him, too innocent, too good. but fuck, he needs you so bad. he wants to fucking ruin you, have you babbling as you bounce on his dick, whining about how good it stretches you out and how you’re his girl. his.

little does jensen know, your late-night thoughts mirror his exactly. you need him in a way that is indescribable, insatiable. your fingers dance around your folds, rubbing, pinching, curling up into your hole at the thought of him. but it’s just never enough. the idea of letting him, your lifelong best friend’s dad, split you open and use you however he pleases is another level of daddy issues you refuse to mentally unpack. it’s wrong; you know it’s wrong. he watched you grow up for goodness sake. the countless times he picked you and his daughter up from school. the times he took you both out for ice cream or to see a new movie. the times he’s called you his “second daughter.”

but yet, you catch his stares, the glances, the way his tongue swipes over his bottom lip when you enter the room. and you feel the way his hands linger on your skin, branding you with warm tingles and a fire that licks up your spine.

you just wish he’d do something about it.

like folding you in half, knees against your chest, fucking you into the mattress, stealing the breath right from your lungs as he plunges into you, his cock leaking pre into your needy hole. you’d do just about anything to be entangled in his bedsheets, his hand over your mouth, stifling your mewls and whines as he whispers into your ear: “shush, baby… shh shh shh, she’ll hear us. we don’t want my babygirl knowing what we’re doing, do we? keep quiet f’me, sweetheart. that’s a good girl.”

the overwhelming need you have for jensen is soul-crushing cause you know, deep down, he’d never consider stepping out of line with you… would he?

fig yaps: i’m not sorry if this is FOUL !!!! cause like that fucking gif? i cannot. the way his eyes flicker up and down... the fucking smirk??? yeah... i need him so bad. ANYWAYS ENJOY PERVERTED BSF!DAD!JENSEN !!! there’ll be more of him,, and it will be me just typing out my fantasies lmao

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