Chapter Tags: teasing, flirting, mentions of one night stand, mentions of spanking, mentions of cheating, inappropriate thoughts/relationship
Chapter WC: 2946
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Your POV
Waking up that morning isn’t easy. Your makeup is a mess down your face, and your mouth is dry – your head pounding from the low sun beaming through the window.
“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, blinking your eyes open a little wider.
It’s eerily quiet. Holly definitely isn’t in the room, but neither does any other girl seem to be in the entire building. You can often hear them chatting or walking down the halls in the morning to head to breakfast, but you don’t at the moment. You can hear faint voices coming from outside though, and when you squint at your alarm clock, you see it’s almost midday.
“Fuck,” you repeat, laying back heavily on the bed.
Well, at least you’re definitely going to get Jensen’s attention now. Just the idea makes you smirk.
You roll out of bed and decide to take a quick shower before facing anyone. Turning up almost five hours late for school after being out all night will probably be enough reason for Jensen to call you to his office, you don’t need to add looking hungover and smelling of sex to the list. Your ass smarts slightly as you finally climb out of bed, and you remember back to the night before, and the broad blue eyed Canadian that you’d managed to seduce. He seemed to like it rough, which suited you just fine, it just meant your usual innocent approach didn’t really work on him. You had soon adapted to what would, enough to convince him to take you home. The first time he spanked your ass it was more of a passing moment, but the reminder of Jensen bending you over the desk and striking you in a similar manner had you begging the guy to spank you again and again, until your skin was burning from the impact.
It had felt good – good enough to get you almost to the edge of a climax – but you couldn’t help realising it didn’t feel as good as when Jensen had done it. And it was only when you thought about Jensen that it made you moan and beg for more. And thinking about it, it’s only been when thinking about Jensen since that day that you’ve been able to get yourself off at all. You’d been avoiding the truth for weeks, because you can’t like Jensen. You don’t really like guys. You find attractive strangers and fuck them, but you don’t do feelings or boyfriends or anything more than a one night stand. Yet, for some reason, you just keep thinking about him. You keep thinking about his hands on your skin and the way that made you feel. After the initial shock and humiliation, it just left behind a burning desire for more.
You’ve wondered if it’s because fucking Jensen of all people would be the ultimate payback for what your father has done – and is doing – with Clarissa. Or maybe it’s just the fact that you can’t have him, out of everyone you can have. But all it comes back to is one thing; whatever the reason, you want your Uncle Jensen in a way that you really shouldn’t. Once you’d gotten over the shame in admitting that to yourself, you’d thought about it logically. Jensen had been the one to spank you, meaning maybe he’s also had this inner turmoil. His marriage is clearly failing, even if he doesn’t realise it, and maybe he’s interested in you too, even if he doesn’t realise that yet, either. And now you’ve got your heart set on what you want, it’s going to take a lot to change your mind.
The problem has been that Jensen is avoiding you. At first that had suited you fine thanks to all the conflicting things you felt about the man and what he’d done to you, but after a while you’d started to miss the attention. After you’d stopped kidding yourself about what you want and how you feel, you’d decided you needed to get Jensen’s eyes back on you, and only you. You smirk at the text on your phone from Jensen that tells you to pack a bag as you’ll be leaving for home after school. You’re yet to discover if the sneaking out has gotten a rise out of him. You hadn’t really thought this through, because you were going to be spending time with Jensen this evening, anyway, but at least you’ll hopefully be able to observe his feelings on the matter more closely during the three hour journey. You’ve got no doubt Holly has told him about your absence, given you were less than quiet or graceful when you face planted your bed at four this morning.
Jensen’s text doesn’t give away anything about you being in trouble, though, so it’s a waiting game throughout the remaining two lessons of the day. You wear your uniform in all the wrong ways just for good measure, even though that hasn’t been working the last week or so, and neither has skipping class. Jensen’s stubborn, but you’re more so, and he’ll realise that eventually.
You make it to the end of classes and head towards Jensen’s office, excited to be spending more than two minutes alone with him. Since that day, even the times you’ve been in his office, he’s left the door open so Michaela can see in if she wants to. All that tells you is he doesn’t trust himself, and that means there are cracks starting to show. And cracks mean there’s gonna be a break very soon.
When you arrive at Jensen’s door, you notice him and Michaela standing very close, and she appears to be handing him something and kissing his cheek. At first, jealousy washes over you, and you wonder if maybe you’ve been wrong about them, maybe there is something more going on between them than just some one-sided girl crush. The thought makes you a little angry. If he’s going to cheat on his wife with some slut, then he could at least make that slut you. If he knows about Clarissa and your father – which you’ve always assumed he doesn’t – then getting revenge with someone like you would be better than some receptionist Clarissa’s probably never even met before.
You clear your throat when it seems like Michaela isn’t going to peel herself off of him, and as soon as she notices you she blushes and clears her own throat before fleeing the room. You can’t help but feel amused at her efforts, especially when you realise that Jensen seems slightly on guard about the whole thing.
“Y/N,” Jensen clears his throat, looking down at the box Michaela gave him and putting it in his top drawer. “Come in.”
You observe him for a moment longer, before making your way inside. You need to remind him that it’s you he should be focusing on, not some desperate receptionist that isn’t anywhere near his league.
“I’m assuming you heard?” you ask, watching him closely for his knee jerk reaction.
There isn’t one, though; apparently Jensen’s poker face is a good one. An even better idea comes to mind as you walk over to the desk that Jensen usually makes you sit at, and you pull it away from the wall to the centre of the space in his office.
“What are you doing?” you hear Jensen ask behind you.
“Preparing for my punishment.” You don’t look back at his reaction this time, biting down on your smirk to try to keep it at bay.
“Is that why you did it?” You’re surprised to hear him ask. “You wanted me to punish you?”
Yes. You turn around to face him, leaning your ass back on the desk, ignoring the way it smarts.
“So what if I did?” You watch his face closely. Watch how it twists into a frown for a brief second and then relaxes again, a look of guilt and shame flashing over his features.
“That’s not going to happen again, it was a mistake,” he insists. You aren’t deterred, knowing that it’ll be easy enough to get him to cave. He never would’ve done it in the first place if he didn’t want to, deep down, and as soon as he gives in to his taboo desires the way you have, the sooner you can get everything you want from him.
“I’m sure there’s more buttons I can press, Uncle Jensen, we’ll see how long it lasts.” You straighten his tie, relishing in the way his breathing quickens slightly at your close proximity, and then head out of his office, making your way back to your dorm to grab the small bag you’d packed for your trip home.
You’ve been driving for less than half an hour, but already the silence between you is killing you. You click your tongue and reach for the radio, turning it on. But only seconds later, Jensen uses the controls on his steering wheel to turn it off again.
“Dude, the silence is uncomfortable,” you complain.
“Alright, then let’s talk about your behaviour,” Jensen replies plainly. You turn your head to look at him and smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Okay,” you nod, accepting the challenge.
“Y/N, you know you can’t sneak out like that. The inappropriate uniform and skipping class is one thing, but leaving the school grounds in the middle of the night, when no one knows where you are, is dangerous and you could get seriously hurt, or get into trouble I can’t help you out of.”
You roll your eyes and look out the window again.
“At least it got your attention,” you mutter quietly.
“So, you wanted my attention? You’ve always got my attention,” he replies, and you purse your lips not realising he’d hear that. Fuck. You force a smirk to your lips and look back at him.
“Not since you spanked me. You’ve been avoiding me,” you tell him bluntly. Jensen seems uncomfortable that you’re bringing up the elephant in the room so early into the journey, and you relish in watching him squirm for a second.
“Like I said, that was a mistake, and I’m sorry that I did that.”
“Don’t be sorry, you helped me figure out some stuff,” you tell him honestly. Jensen doesn’t invite you to expand on your statement. No doubt he can hazard a good guess at what you’re talking about, anyway.
Given that it’s late December, the air is bitter, and you’d wrapped up in a thick winter coat before you headed off on the journey home. The heating blasting around the car and coming through the seats has done its job now, though, and you’re finally getting warm. You reach for the buttons of your coat, starting to undo them as you shimmy out of it.
“Jesus, it’s warm,” you complain, throwing your coat into the backseat of the car. As you turn yourself back to face front, you notice Jensen’s eyes on you.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he grunts. You bite your bottom lip, glancing down at the new addition to your ‘uniform’.
“I tried to improve that god awful uniform your school insists on,” you sass.
“Black skirts aren’t the uniform, and those certainly aren’t part of it,” he tells you, briefly glancing at the offending item. You giggle, admiring the way the lace tops of your stockings have come on display thanks to your skirt riding up.
“You kept complaining I didn’t wear enough clothes,” you shrug, nonchalantly.
“Those aren’t appropriate for school,” he informs you, keeping his eyes on the road.
“I didn’t wear them to school, I put them on just for you,” you tease. Jensen huffs, slumping back in his chair. “If you don’t like them, I’ll take them off.” Jensen still doesn’t reply, so you kick your shoes off into the footwell and lift one leg onto the dash, slowly rolling the stocking down your leg to reveal more and more skin as you go. You notice Jensen glance across at you, the car swerving slightly as he does so. You pretend you haven’t noticed and continue to remove the stocking, moving on to the next leg.
“What are you doing?” He finally asks, exasperated.
“Taking off the stockings as you seem to hate them so much,” you reply simply. “Unless… you like them too much?” you smirk, biting your bottom lip. You just about hear him mutter fuck under his breath and giggle. Your legs are bare now, and you wiggle in your seat a little to try to get comfortable again. The heat had been welcoming on your sore ass to begin with, but now it’s aggravating the abused skin.
“Now what are you doing?” he sighs.
“My ass is sore,” you complain. Jensen opens his mouth, as if he’s going to ask why, but then snaps it shut again when he uses his better judgement. You decide to tell him anyway. “You might not want to spank me, but my new friend was happy to oblige. Turns out I like it.” The car almost comes to a stop, but Jensen keeps driving after the slightly abrupt brake.
“You know who I am to you, Y/N, this kind of teasing has to stop,” he finally says.
“It’s not that wrong,” you offer, biting your bottom lip. “It could be worse. Anyway, I’m a big girl, I can decide for myself what trouble I want to get into.” Jensen’s jaw tightens, which only makes him look hotter, but he doesn’t reply. “I’m gonna take a nap ‘cause I had a long night, wake me when we get there.”
You lay the seat back a little so you’re more comfortable and close your eyes most of the way, only just peeking through your lashes as you watch him driving. Jensen reaches up and scrubs a hand over his face, sighing to himself and drumming his thumb on the steering wheel like he’s agitated. It takes a few moments, and you think maybe he won’t take the bait, but eventually you notice him glancing over at you, his eyes raking over your body. The first time he clears his throat and looks away, once again reaching up to nervously rub his mouth, and then his eyes land on you again, and he starts bouncing his leg, readjusting himself in his seat. It’s the third time that he looks the longest, glancing between your body and the road to stop you from crashing, and the fuck that he breathes out might be the most validating thing you’ve ever heard him say.
You enjoy watching Jensen stealing glances and battling with himself far too much to break the ruse of ‘sleeping’ until you’re almost home. Even when you ‘wake up’ Jensen is quiet, but his eyes stay fixed on the road the rest of the journey, and it’s not until you’re pulling into your driveway that he even acknowledges you. You’re about to climb out of the car when you feel Jensen’s hand on your thigh, stopping you from moving.
“Y/N?” He calls out. You stop, moving back into your position, leaning into his touch a little more. To your dismay, Jensen slips his hand away from your leg and clears his throat. “I’ve been telling your Dad you’re doing well, so just… don’t say anything to prove I’m lying.” You reach across and grip his own thigh, squeezing it and feeling him tense under your touch.
“Your secret is safe with me, Uncle Jensen.” You wink and then pull back, slipping out of the car. You can see your grandparent’s car parked on the drive too and sigh, unrolling the waistband of your skirt to make it a little longer and reaching to button up your shirt to a more respectable height.
“Ready for this?” Jensen huffs, also looking at the car.
“No, when are we ever ready for Grandma?” you roll your eyes. Jensen smirks, scoffing, and you realise that this is the first normal conversation you’ve had with your uncle in a while. You don’t even manage to open the door before she’s stepping out to greet you.
“Y/N, you’re going to catch a death of cold if you stay outside dressed like that!” She scolds.
“Hey Gran,” you reply unenthusiastically. Jensen smirks to himself and heads to the trunk of his car, getting out your bags. “What are you even wearing?”
“My uniform,” you tell her.
“Uniform? You’ve graduated.” You glance at Jensen for back up, and he smiles easily at her.
“Like a work uniform, she’s gotta look smart, it’s a prestigious school.” He lies easily, giving your Gran a cocky grin that she just soaks up, like always. Your Gran has always loved Jensen.
“Well, come in both of you, you’re letting all the heat out.” She fusses and ushers you both inside, and you notice all the Christmas decorations adorning the place. Your father isn’t anywhere to be seen yet, and the next person you’re greeted by is Clarissa. Instantly you only feel worse, dreading Christmas even more as you remember that she’s going to be here for it, too.
“Hey, you two,” she beams, stepping forward to kiss Jensen’s cheek the way Michaela had done only a few hours before. “You’re just in time for dinner. Mom, where’s Dad?” she turns to your Gran.
“Probably dozing again. Y/N, go and find your Grandfather,” she orders. You force a smile and nod your head in compliance, watching your Grandmother start to usher Jensen towards the dining room.
“Such a shame your sister couldn’t join us again this year,” she sighs to your aunt.
And so it begins, you can’t help but think. This might be the most interesting one yet.
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