Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.
Rating:18+
PartTags:smut, shower sex, sensual sex, cheating, creampie, mentions of escorting, angst, fluff, daddy kink, more angst, bitchiness
You moan as the warm water trickles over your skin, soaking into your aching muscles. You feel large hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him and you giggle softly.
“Again?” you tease, reaching for the shower gel.
“Daddy’s not had enough,” he replies gruffly, making you giggle some more.
“You’ve never had enough.” You feel his teeth sink into the back of your shoulder softly and hum. “Careful, my dress is strapless.”
“You don’t want people to know I’ve claimed you?” he ponders, kissing up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“Because that won’t raise a lot of awkward questions,” you scoff.
You feel his cock slide through your thighs, and he reaches down and encourages you to squeeze them together, starting to rut between them, his length rubbing along your sex teasingly. You begin to moan, tipping your head back and resting it on his shoulder, and he takes the shower gel from you and lathers some into your breasts, and down your body.
“One last time before our time is up?” he asks quietly.
“Ye-yes, Daddy, please,” you beg unashamedly.
He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching between you and you widen your stance just a little to allow him room. He slides inside you with ease, stretching your already abused hole, making you gasp for air. Recently, this is the only feeling you’ve been craving. There’s nothing like it.
He fucks you slow and deep, almost sensual as he continues to grope your body, rolling his thumbs over your nipples. You’re already close to another orgasm, the muscles in your thighs weak and trembling from the countless other ones he’s given you the past few days. But you can’t stop yourself from climaxing yet again, making him moan as you clench around him.
“Make me feel so good, baby,” he hums. “Fuck, Daddy loves that cunt.” He reaches up, pushing your wet hair over your shoulder, kissing your cheek. “Want me to fill you up?”
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed, and he deepens his thrusts, holding himself still, trapping your body against his as he cums deep inside you, and when he pulls out, his spendings leak out onto the shower floor. He turns your face and kisses you deeply before stepping back, and then steps out of the shower completely. You quickly finish washing up and turn the water off, stepping out and into the towel he’s holding out for you, before kissing your forehead.
“We better get a move on, your Mom is back soon.”
You watch Jeff step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, and you follow on, taking a deep breath.
“I thought it was bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.
“You think fucking her daughter isn’t bad luck enough?” Jeff scoffs, drying himself off with his towel and then reaching for his boxers on your floor.
“Why are you still marrying her?” you ask, curiously. Jeff’s made no secret about acknowledging that this marriage is a bad idea.
“Because, doll, when you get to my age, you just don’t really wanna be alone anymore.”
“You’re not alone, you’ve got me,” you tell him honestly, stepping closer to him.
“And you, sweetheart, as much as I adore you, have me and several other guys on your booty call list. Besides, you don’t want an old man like me.” Jeff kisses your forehead and then steps back, continuing to get dressed.
“What if I do?” you ask, seriously. “What if I only want you? No more booty calls, no wedding, just me and you.” You’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. It might’ve only been six weeks, but you’re definitely falling for the guy.
Jeff laughs you off, shaking his head. “I need to get ready, your Mom will kill me if I’m late to our wedding.”
You watch Jeff leave and sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll ever feel the same way about you.
You’re just finishing up your makeup when your cell rings – your workcell – and you see Jensen’s name flash on the screen. You frown slightly, picking it up.
“Hey,” you answer, grabbing your lipstick.
“Hey, so, what about tonight?”
“What about it?” you press, starting to paint your lips.
“A session,” he adds.
“Jensen it’s the wedding this evening,” you remind him, frowning slightly.
“So we’ll be in the same place, you’ve got a room at the hotel, don’t you?” he asks.
“I do, but so do you… with your wife.”
You know the whole reason he’s even asking you is because fucking you at this wedding with his wife just downstairs will really be the extra thrill Jensen’s been looking for since he sent Jeff that video. You’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since then. Jensen knows vaguely that things have happened between you and Jeff as a result of that video, but neither of you have really talked about it. Jensen changes the subject if you bring Jeff up at all at the moment, and you’re still not sure how upset you are with him for sending the video in the first place. He shouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, but it did also bring you and Jeff together.
“So?” Jensen presses. “You cancelled on me this week, I need my fix with my favourite girl,” he reminds you, his voice a little more hushed. You can hear his wife calling in the background, asking him if he’s started getting ready for the wedding yet, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known he’s started calling you with her around. “C’mon.”
“Not tonight, Jensen,” you insist. “I’ll try to find time for you this week. Now I need to get ready, my Mom will kill me if I’m the only bridesmaid that isn’t dressed.”
You huff as you put your work phone on silent and shut it in the drawer of your dresser, looking up at your dress hanging on the back of the door. You can’t let her marry Jeff, you just can’t.
You knock on the door and peek your head around it to find your mother alone, standing in front of the mirror in her dress.
“Y/N,” she calls out, “You’re not dressed.”
“Mom?” you press, stepping inside. “I need to tell you something.”
Your mother turns around, frowning slightly as she faces you. “What?”
She doesn’t sound impressed with your announcement, like she’s annoyed you’ve decided now is the time to talk to her about something. Like she’s ever home to talk to her otherwise. You’ve barely seen her since you’ve been back from college.
“Please don’t marry Jeff,” you beg.
She frowns but then scoffs. “Why?”
“Because he’s a great guy, one of the best, and he deserves more than a wife that’s marrying him for money.”
Your mother laughs and turns back around to look in the mirror. “Don’t be jealous, Y/N, I’m doing this for both of us. You like being rich, don’t you?”
“I make my own money,” you insist.
“How? You don’t have a job.”
You clench your jaw, realising you can’t tell her how.Fuck. You didn’t think this through. You need something to stop her marrying him.
“Just don’t marry him, Mom, please,” you beg again, trying to just get through her humanity, if she’s even got any left. But she seemed to shut that off when your father died.
“This isn’t a discussion, Y/N, I’m marrying him,” your mother insists abruptly.
“I’m fucking him,” you blurt out, your eyes wide at your own admission.
“What?”
It’s out there now, and maybe this is the thing that’ll stop her from marrying him and ruining his life. “Me and Jeff have been having sex behind your back, for weeks.”
Your mother turns around to look at you, frowning, and you don’t notice it until it’s too late. Your cheek stings from the slap, and your mother’s eyes are narrowed and dark when you finally look back at her, clutching your cheek with tears effortlessly spilling from your eyes.
“How fucking dare you,” she seethes quietly. “You selfish little bitch.”
“Mom, I’m sorry I–”
“How dare you try and make my day about you,” she continues, making you frown. She isn’t mad that you’re fucking her soon-to-be husband? You don’t understand, your head is spinning. “Do you think I give a shit who is fucking who? By the end of today he’s going to be my husband, and half of everything he has will be mine. And you’re not going to stop that. I could easily take your name off the guest list, if you disagree with this marriage that much.” She pauses, like she’s waiting for you to say something, but you’re speechless. “No? Then get in your fucking bridesmaid’s dress, and pretend to be happy for your own mother on her fucking wedding day.”
Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.
Rating:18+
PartTags:angst,slight fluff, possessive!Jensen, stalker vibes, creepy!Jensen, dark!Jensen, non con drugging, non con, somnophilia, powerless!reader, v. dark turn ending
Somehow, Jensen has gotten your personal number, and he keeps calling. You’ve been ignoring him, not wanting to deal with him while Jeff was still around. Except, now that Jeff is flying to the Maldives to meet your mother and divorce her on their honeymoon, you’re alone, and maybe you can finally deal with this, once and for all. Jeff is divorcing your mother after one week of marriage because he’s in love with you, and you definitely feel the same way about him. No matter how fun your time with Jensen was, it’s over now. You’re ready to move on from that part of your life.
