fandomania | Jensen Ackles/OFC, NC-17

Title: Peeping Tom

Author: weight_of_wings

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jensen Ackles/OFC

Disclaimer: I don’t own him unfortunately.

Warnings: This is slightly AU. There is no mention of him being an actor or anything. Just a lot of fun ;)

Summary: His bedroom habits were very interesting to watch.

Author’s Note: Pure, plotless porn. Based on the picture below. There will be more parts to this later on LOL.

Julie sat at her computer trying to write out her next article. Unfortunately she had absolutely no interest in the renovations of the local motel, but there wasn’t much she could do about it working for such a small paper. She sighed and turned her head to stare out her window. Her apartment had no view to offer. She had a wonderful view of the bedroom right across from her window and the dirty alleyway between the two buildings and that was it. But every once in a while, her view got a lot more exciting.

Today was one such day. She glanced out her window and into her neighbor’s bedroom where she saw him sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard flipping through channels on the television. The blue glow danced across his naked chest and she noticed he was wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts. Julie knew nothing about the man she was looking at except he was incredibly handsome with light brown hair and a nice athletic build that made her mouth water whenever she saw him like this which was very often. She had never seen anyone else with him which meant he was single so she felt no guilt when she watched his bedroom habits. Though she did often wonder WHY he was single.

His bedroom habits were very interesting to watch. Almost every night it was the same routine. He would brush his teeth, set his alarm and watch, do some push ups and then go to bed. But sometimes there was an addendum to the ritual. He’d pull out a box from underneath his bed; sometimes thumbing through the contents before deciding and sometimes pulling out exactly what he wanted without a second’s hesitation. Then he’d make his way over to his TV stand for a few moments before making his way back to the bed.

So many times she’d watched him lay back, get comfortable, and reach for the remote. Once he found what he was looking for, he would drop the remote and get a grip on something else.

Other nights, there was less preparation. She would watch him just lie back quietly after the nightly routine, eyes closed, chest moving up and down evenly. If it weren’t for the fact that he was on top of the covers and the light was still on, she would be fooled into thinking he had fallen asleep. But she knew better now, and she was patient. So she waited and it always paid off. His broad hands would roam his chest, his fingers tweaking his nipples as his head began moving back and forth on his pillow. It wouldn't take much longer before his boxers came off and he was working himself over, his stroke steady and strong. His other hand would move down further between his legs, fondling himself. She knew when he was on the verge because his teeth would dig into his bottom lip and his hips would come up off the bed as he thrust himself into his closed hand.

This was one of those days where she knew she was going to have a lot of fun watching him. Her blue eyes ran over his frame, watching as the remote was blindly tossed next to him on the bed. His gaze was unfocused as he palmed himself through his boxers, quickly working himself up. With a quick glance to her computer screen, Julie saved the little she had written and turned her gaze back to the man. His eyes were closed and his hand was sliding under the waistband to stroke himself a few times before he quickly pulled the cotton down off his hips.

Julie groaned, feeling her panties become damp with the scene before her. The throbbing between her legs increased as she watched his fist move slowly over his hard cock, teasing the head just a bit before sliding down again. She gasped lightly and spread her thighs apart, her own hand moving down to touch herself through the satin panties beneath a loose black skirt. Quickly deciding she needed more contact, she slipped the panties off and let them fall to the floor as her fingers made contact with her clit. She moaned lightly, watching him run his thumb over the tip of his cock a few times while his hips jerked upward just a bit.

She continued to watch him jerk himself off and couldn’t help another moan as she hooked one leg over the arm of her computer chair. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. His cheeks were flushed and he bit his lip in order to keep control over himself, still pumping his erection slowly, unwilling to move any faster and it just made her more aroused. She easily slipped two fingers inside of her body and moaned loudly at the feel, but was unwilling to move any quicker than he was.

In that instant he opened his eyes and looked out the window, shocked to see the woman in the next apartment building sitting in front of the window her legs spread wide as she fingered herself and squeezed her breasts through her thin blouse. Her head was thrown back and her chest heaving with her breaths. He instinctively tightened his fist around his cock and pulled harder.

Julie lifted her head and looked back out her window to see what the mysterious man was doing only to find him watching her intently. She gasped and her fingers stopped moving, but his gaze was heated and intense and she bit her lip before continuing her actions. His hand moved quicker now his hips moving off the bet to meet his closed hand, his eyes never breaking their gaze.

It didn’t take much longer for her to come, her pussy clenching around her fingers while she moaned and writhed. As she came down from her high she watched him come in thick spurts all over his hand, his fist never ceasing movement until he was completely spent. He took his time reaching over to the nightstand and taking a few tissues to clean himself up before he pulled his boxers back on. Julie slowly moved her leg back so her foot was on the ground and stared at him as she brought her fingers to her mouth.

He stared at her, wide-eyes burning with lust. Pulling her fingers away she gave him a playful smirk before standing and closing the blinds.

Jensen sat there and gaped at the silhouette that moved out of the room. He would have the memory of that forever now and would probably never need any aid when he needed a release. He lay down and fell asleep quickly, and when he woke up the next morning he found a phone number written on the woman’s window in deep red lipstick. He quickly wrote the number down and vowed he would call her that night to see what fun they could get up to next.