Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
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Miss Cranley, Jensen’s receptionist, tries too hard. You notice that when you see the way the woman is dressed, her hair all loosely curled, her make up all done pretty, her lipstick not even slightly smudged or faded. You can only assume she touches it up on a regular basis. You stand with your arms crossed over your chest as you observe her, smoothing down her dress and twisting a curl around her finger before heading to Jensen’s door. She likes him. You instantly smirk, trying hard not to laugh at the very idea. You’ve been in enough situations where you’ve been trying to impress a guy to know what making an effort for male attention looks like, and this woman is screaming just that. You wonder if Jensen knows it, if he’s ever picked up on the way she acts and dresses to impress him. Maybe they flirt, maybe she’s even kissed him while drunk at some staff Christmas party. Not that you could ever see Jensen cheating on Clarissa. But maybe he does; this school feels like its own world, and with his wife living three hours away at home, and him spending the majority of his year here, maybe he is scratching that itch elsewhere.
Y/N really loves pushing Jensen’s buttons. Well that reprimand wasn’t exactly what she wanted. I am sure she wasn’t the only one got all hot, soak bothered by his punishment .
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:paddling, spanking with a paddle, major cheating kink, cheating, blowjob, p in v, rough sex, dirty talking, mentions of m/m, mentions of bondage and threesomes
Damn Jensen and his kinks . Looks like he wants to add to the party as well . Jeff doesn’t want to stop you guys. If anything Jensen he probably wants to join in .
Summary:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Chapter Tags: teasing, flirting, angst, mentions of abandonment, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, inappropriate feelings/relationship, kissing
Chapter WC: ± 2.8K
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Jensen’s POV
The couple of days before Christmas are slow and awkward. Keeping up any kind of appearance for Clarissa’s parents is always tough, but this year there’s just so much going on that Jensen can’t keep up with himself. It’s Christmas Eve, and Jensen finds himself alone with Jared, sitting in the study by the open fire with a whiskey each.
“I don’t know how you still put up with them,” Jensen scoffs, sipping some more whiskey. Jared laughs softly, shaking his head.
“They’re Y/N’s family – still your family too, dude.”
“Yeah, but all the lies man, it’s not healthy,” Jensen notes.
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.
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:cheating kink, cheating, smut, dirty talking, standing sex, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, mentions of paddling and bondage, spanking, sex work, money for sex, mentions of using someone for money, angst
Part WC: 2274
@spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Standing Sex (Masterlist here)A/Ns:This was commissioned by the gorgeous @fandomfic-galore. I told her a new fic idea I’d had and she paid me to write it IMMEDIATELY. I think I bashed all 20K out in like 2/3 days? I adored writing this. Hope you adore reading it! For the most part it’s just smutty fun, but there’s a signature Bee twist with some dark themes ;)
You’ve barely gotten through the door to your hotel room, a little unsteady on your feet after the few cocktails you’d indulged in down at the hotel lobby, before your company is grabbing your waist, pulling you back tight against his body and spinning you both around, slamming you against the door to close it. You brace yourself on your hands against the smooth white wood and squeal, giggling at the feel of his hot breath on the back of your neck, sending pulses of arousal down your spine and to your core. Tilting your head to one side you moan, biting on your bottom lip and fluttering your eyes closed.
“Someone’s eager tonight,” you note with a soft purr, hearing him growl against your skin.
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:Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.
Chapter Tags: drinking, hungover!Jensen, regret, remorse, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, heart to heart, confession
Chapter WC: ± 2.3K
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Jensen’s POV
When Jensen blinks his eyes open, the low winter sun piercing through the window slices through his head and causes it to throb, and when he finally gathers his bearings he finds himself slumped in one of the armchairs in the study. He winces as he sits up, his back aching from the awkward position he’d fallen asleep in, and his neck is stiff. Jensen reaches up to rub at the muscles around his shoulders, glancing around to see the empty whiskey bottle on the table before him and groaning. When his eyes flicker to the desk he shudders, feeling a heavy weight sitting in the base of his stomach. His mind wanders back to the same place it had been in when he finished the bottle in front of him the night before. What the fuck happened last night? And it isn’t that Jensen can’t find any answers – the problem is that he’s found too many.
He can blame the whiskey he drank throughout dinner all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he’d wanted to fuck Y/N. The alcohol only helped him relax enough to follow through with it. Maybe he shouldn’t have done it, maybe he shouldn’t have given in, but he did, and he can’t take that back now. A shameful part of him doesn’t want to. It’s fucked up, and he shouldn’t wanther like that, but there’s no point denying that he does. Ever since she kissed him in her bedroom at Jared’s party, something shifted; something felt like it had clicked, somehow. He’d tried to ignore it – hell, he was in denial for a long time – but it was near impossible when she flirted the way she did, and teased him relentlessly. Jensen is only human, after all. And he’d been upset. Clarissa in Jared’s room after midnight can only really mean one thing, and that one thing doesn’t sit well with Jensen, even if it is hypocritical of him.
But Jensen knows making excuses isn’t going to get him anywhere when there’s nothing he can do about it now, anyway. That’s not what made him reach for the bottle over and over again. The reminder of the way Y/N had climbed off of him, scrambling to leave the room as quickly as she could, makes Jensen wish that he had more whiskey to drink, and he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.
Thatis the thing that he can’t land on an answer for. There’s probably a hundred reasons that girl fled. Jensen knows that she puts on a front when it comes to guys. She uses sex as a distraction, a way to feel loved and wanted, and Jensen used that – used her – to his advantage, and now he feels like the worst human being on the planet. But she’d wanted it, he keeps reminding himself of that before he can sink too deep. She’d begged him, she’d kissed back, she’d done everything of her own free will, right up until the end.
So what was it? Regret?
She’s fucked men his age and older, she’s fucked plenty of them. So it’s not like Jensen made her do something she hasn’t done before. Did she suddenly remember who he was and freak out? Jensen hadn’t forgotten that part, which probably makes him an even worse human. His drunk brain had just decided he didn’t care anymore. They hadn’t done anything illegal, they hadn’t done anything really wrong. It could’ve been so much worse. But maybe Y/N doesn’t realise that? Or maybe she just changed her mind; that’s allowed to happen, he supposes.
Jensen sighs and slumps back in the chair, his back and neck aching when he returns to the position that put him in pain in the first place. Whatever the reason Y/N was upset, she’s most probably not going to want to talk to him about it now, even if he tries. Maybe it’s best if he gives her some space. Maybe they both need that. Maybe it’s best he forgets it ever happened, because it can’t happen again – that’s one thing Jensen’s sure of.
“Good night?” Jensen snaps his head around to the door to see Jared standing in it. “Were you gonna tell me about that, or try to hide it?” Jared asks, stepping further into the room.
For a second Jensen thinks that Jared knows. But he can’t, right? Jensen quickly glances around the room. After Y/N fled he’d been sure to put the desk back into place, tidy up the desktop and get dressed, discarding the used condom and the wrapper in the trash outside. So unless Y/N has told him – which is unlikely – then he probably doesn’t know.Fuck,butwhat if Jared ever doesfind out?
Jensen knew from the moment he met Jared that they had some kind of connection; a bond that the sisters used to think was a little weird for two men to have. But they didn’t complain. Once upon a time, Clarissa and Cait were close, and so hanging out as a foursome wasn’t weird to anyone. They were one big happy family. Even with everything that’s happened since then, Cait leaving, Jensen moving out of town for work… divorces – no matter what, Jensen knows he’ll always see Jared as a brother. And maybe Jared’s fucking Clarissa behind his back, but that didn’t give Jensen the right to fuck his best friend’s little girl.
Jared finally reaches down and picks up the empty bottle of whiskey. “This one’s my favourite, you know?” He goes on, waving the empty bottle slightly. “Expensive too.”
Jensen lets out a breath of relief and forces a slight laugh. “I’ll replace it, dude, sorry.”
Jared offers him a sympathetic smile and slowly sits down in the armchair opposite him, but Jensen can barely look his best friend in the eye after what he knows he’s done in this very chair with Y/N.
“It was a pretty rough day for you yesterday, huh?” Jared asks, sighing. Jensen doesn’t reply, once again wishing the bottle wasn’t empty. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I should’ve been there for you more.”
“Forget it, man, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” Jensen insists. Jared’s apology only makes him feel moreguilty.
“Yeah, I do. You’re my best friend, Jen, and yesterday must’ve sucked. I should’ve been there for you.”
“Honestly, Jared, it’s fine,” Jensen insists once more, climbing to his feet. He slowly makes his way over to the cabinet he’d found Y/N standing in front of the night before. “I’d rather you be there for Clarissa,” he adds, reaching out to pick up a photo of the five of them from a summer when Y/N was still young.
“I’m sorry,” Jared apologises once more, making Jensen even more agitated. Will he stop saying that, already?
“Jesus, Jar, it’s fine,” Jensen forces a laugh, putting the photo back.
“You probably won’t say that when you hear what I wanna tell you,” Jared replies awkwardly.
Jensen takes a deep breath, pulling his eyes away from a photo of Y/N at her prom last year. He turns around and smiles at Jared, who’s stood up now to join him. Jensen claps his hand on Jared’s shoulder, “then don’t tell me.”
But before Jensen can leave the room, Jared’s speaking up again.
“Dude, please,” he begs softly. Jensen licks his lips and sighs, turning back around slowly. “Listen, we didn’t mean for it to happen, okay?” he starts, his voice sincere. “First Cait left and then you… and I’m the only one that knows, dude, so she had no one else, and I guess we both just leaned on each other, and over time those lines got blurry.”
“Listen, Jar, we might’ve only officially got divorced yesterday, but we’ve been separated for almost three years now. It’s okay, really.” If anyone should be grovelling it should be Jensen, and if Jared ever finds out what’s happened in this very room between him and Y/N, he definitely wouldn’t be caring about Jensen’s feelings for a single second.
“It doesn’t feel okay. I mean… I care deeply for her, I really do, but I need to know you’re okay with that, because right now it just feels like some seedy affair.”
“What do you want from me, Jared? You’re fucking my ex wife, I’m not exactly gonna pat you on the back and ask if you wanna compare notes. This is the best I can offer you.”
Jared takes a deep breath, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment before nodding his head slightly. “Okay.” There’s silence between them, and then Jared adds: “We’re not… nothing like that has happened yet.” He blushes, looking down to his feet. “Like I said, it’s felt seedy, and we wanted to wait until the divorce was finalised, and anyway, the rest of the family doesn’t know yet, obviously, and… we love you. Clarissa still loves you because you’re our family. We wanna know you’re going to be okay.”
“I’m gonna be fine, dude,” Jensen lies, forcing a smile. “I’m single now, I can do what I want. And so can Clarissa.” Jensen knows Jared isn’t buying it, but Jared nods anyway and Jensen forces another smile. “And right now, I want to shower.”
He turns and leaves before Jared can say anything else. He did mean it when he told Jared it’s okay, because it is. Jared is a great guy and while Jensen’s marriage didn’t work out, he still cares deeply for Clarissa, he still wants what’s best for her, and he couldn’t ask for better than Jared. Jared is a better man than he’ll ever be. Jared would never do what he’s done. If anyone should be feeling seedy it’s Jensen, and he can only hope the hot shower he’s about to take washes at least someof the shame away, or he might end up spilling some truths of his own, and something tells him Jared won’t be returning that same level of understanding.
Jensen and Y/N have managed to stay out of each other’s way for the remainder of their Christmas break, but today is the day they’re stuck in a car for three hours alone together, and as they haven’t spoken since she ran out of the study crying, Jensen’s really not looking forward to it. He packs the car and watches quietly as May fusses over Y/N and asks her a hundred questions about what she’s packed and what she’ll be eating over the next few days without the school canteen open, and then she fusses over whether the school canteen can be used by staff or not. Y/N promises that she’ll eat well, and eventually Jared is able to step in and save her. Jensen’s slow to close the trunk, hoping that the less time he spends lingering around the rest of them, the less suspicious it’ll look that he isn’t having some soppy goodbye with his ‘wife’. But Clarissa is the one that approaches him, smiling softly and crossing her arms over her chest.
“So, I think I’m gonna tell Mom and Dad before they leave,” she tells him.
“Really? You don’t want me there for that?” he asks, frowning slightly.
She shakes her head slowly. “I think it’s something I need to do alone.”
“Are you sure you want to do it at all? We don’t have to see them again until next Christmas.”
Clarissa looks back over her shoulder at them and sighs, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Caity walked out on this family because she was too afraid to admit that she wasn’t perfect. I’m not going to let that happen to me. Things don’t always go the way we want them to, and that’s okay. Life is full of surprises, and everything happens for a reason. I don’t regret marrying you, Jensen, not for a second, but we made the right call ending it when we did. We were never built for forever.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jensen nods, smiling genuinely for once. “You really believe in fate?” he asks, his eyes falling on Y/N as she endures a hug from her father. “You really think that everything happens for a reason?”
Clarissa smiles, before reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss Jensen’s cheek. “Thank you Jensen, I had a great time as your wife.”
“Make sure Jared looks after you, if he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass.”
She giggles, looking away slightly embarrassed. “Look after his daughter, or I’m pretty sure he’ll kick your ass harder.”
Jensen’s smile fades a little, and he nods. She reaches out and squeezes his arm, before stepping away, and making her way back to the rest of the family.
Y/N finally peels herself away from her father, and she offers Jensen a flirty smile as she heads towards the car, which confuses the hell out of him. He waves to everyone as he climbs into the car, and Y/N climbs into the passenger side. He doesn’t say anything as he starts the engine, but the smirk on Y/N’s face makes him a little uneasy. It’s like nothing ever happened at Christmas, like she’s just going to go back to her teasing, flirty ways. Jensen can’t even be sure if that’s a good or bad thing right now, so he doesn’t think about it at all.
“Can I pick the music this time?” she asks, already reaching for the radio.
“Sure,” Jensen replies carefully, starting to drive away. Y/N bites her bottom lip, searching for a radio station that’s playing some kind of pop song and then sits back.
I just saw Jeffrey Dean Morgan in my dreams last night. We were apparently fighting some thing? I don’t remember much but I do remember in my dreams I asked him if he was Negan or John or just himself and he smiled saying he could be whatever I wanted him to be. The weirdest part is that I’ve never watched an episode of walking dead ever or anything he’s in recently.
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:fluff, mentions of dub-con, angst, mentions of escorting, cheating
You wake up in Jeff’s arms, his heartbeat softly thudding in your ear. As you blink your eyes open, you can see the sun is starting to shine through the curtains and you lift your head slightly and notice Jeff is still asleep. Resting your head back down gently, you take a deep breath, snuggling in closer to his side. You can tell from his breathing the moment he disturbs, and he instantly wraps his arm around you a little tighter. You smile to yourself at the feeling, and then it dawns on you that you’re still in your bridesmaid dress, and your bridesmaid dress means that there was a wedding – your Mom’s wedding to Jeff – and he just spent the whole night in your bed.
“Fuck, Jeff, you’re still here,” you complain, sitting up.
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, flirting, teasing, jealousy, dub-con tones, possessive!Jensen, daddy kink, foursome, bondage, p in v, orgams, sub-drop type situation, tones of dark!Jensen, fluffy!Jeff
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.
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:cheating, mentions of amateur porn, jerking off, male masturbation, non-con voyeurism (I guess, nothing dark though), angst, seduction, cupping, ball fondling
Your Mom’s car isn’t in the driveway when you arrive home, but Jeff’s is. You’ve been getting on well with Jeff, and you’re starting to hope that your Mom doesn’t fuck this up. Though given the fact that she’s spending a lot of time vacationing with girlfriends and not her fiance, you can only assume the marriage is for one thing only where she’s concerned. She keeps excusing it all as wedding planning, but you know she’s hired an extremely expensive wedding planner to do all of that for her. As long as she ends up with at least half of Jeff’s assets, she probably doesn’t care what colour the bridesmaid dresses are, or what flowers she’s holding.
You and Jeff had had a lot of time alone together to get to know each other, and he’s funny and seems kind and caring, and you find yourself biting your tongue, a lot, wanting to ask him why he’s marrying your mother if he’s not oblivious to the fact that she only wants him for his money. But you never want to sour his mood, so you never bring it up.
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:bondage,dom!Jensen vibes, sub!reader, sub!Jared, m/m blowjob, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of non con drugging, oral sex (fem rec), filming sex, amateur porn, p in v, daddy kink, use of anal toys, squirting, p in a, m/m, fuck train, jealousy, risk kink, thrill seeking
Placing a chaste kiss to her lips, Jensen checks over the bounds tying Y/N to the bed and smirks to himself, happy with his work. He’s gotten pretty good at tying her up, if he does say so himself, and he’s pretty sure there’s no better sight than seeing her bound and at his mercy, spread out and naked on the bed, waiting for him to do whatever he wants to her.
“She looks so pretty like that, doesn’t she?” he marvels, standing at the foot of the bed.
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:nerves, shame, embarrassment, pegging, domme!reader vibes, anal play, anal sex, use of a strap on, prostate milking, cum denial, guilt, hints of m/m, subby!Jared
Jared seems more nervous than ever as you enter the hotel room and close the door behind you.
“Hey, handsome,” you smile warmly, hoping to ease his nerves. “Been a while.”
“Yeah,” he blushes, playing with the bag in his lap. “So urm…” he stops clearing his throat. “Everything that happens between us stays between us, right?” he checks.
“Your wife will never hear about this from me,” you reassure him.
