Chapter Tags: smut, overstimulation, orgasms, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, romance (ish), angst, mentions of abandonment
Chapter WC: 2064
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Your POV
“C’mon, sweetheart, you’ve got one left in you,” Jensen grunts, his fingers rubbing around your bundle of nerves.
Your teeth impale your bottom lip, a choked moan struggling its way out of your throat.
“Daddy, no,” you whine, feeling completely overstimulated.
“C’mon, baby,” he cooes, “Daddy wants to feel it one last time.” Your whole body tenses, your legs aching as you hold yourself over him. Luckily, his second hand is placed firmly under your ass, keeping you elevated just enough that he can piston up into you. “Last chance for a coupl’a weeks,” he reminds you, which is enough to encourage you to let go one more time.
Jensen moans just as deeply as you do at the feeling of you clenching hard around his cock, gripping onto him like a vice. Your throat is sore, you’re breathing so heavily; your lungs burning and heavy in your chest. Jensen slowly drops your body, sending himself deeper inside, and your eyes roll at the sensation. He holds you close against his sweaty chest and kisses your throat.
“You’re perfect, baby,” he hums happily.
You smile at the praise and feel as he rises to his feet, keeping you close to him as he carries you into the bathroom. His cock naturally slips out once he begins to soften, and with one hand Jensen skillfully turns the shower on and waits for the water to heat up enough. He steps under it with you in his arms, and the warm water cascades down both of you. It’s a welcomed feeling, and you nuzzle against his neck a little.
“Think your legs work now?” he asks with a smug grin. You roll your eyes at his cocky tone and whimper slightly as he lets you back down to your feet. “Good girl,” he praises, smoothing down your wet hair.
He kisses you lazily, pushing you up against the shower wall, and you try to deepen the kiss.
“There’s no chance you’re getting another round right now,” Jensen scoffs against your mouth. “The downside to an older man, sweetheart; a whole weekend of sex is enough to kill me.”
You giggle, biting your bottom lip. “It’s fine, I’d say the itch is pretty well scratched now. Plus, I’m a little sore, might be hard for me to sit down for a three hour exam tomorrow.”
You smirk at the way Jensen starts glaring softly at your words, but then he relaxes and smirks back.
“You shouldn’t have done so well on that mock I made you sit. I did promise you an orgasm for every right answer.” He kisses you again. “You know, you would’ve graded an A?”
“Remind me again what my prize is for every A I get?” you ask, biting your bottom lip.
“That’s a surprise,” he winks, reaching up to push some hair out of your eyes. “You thought any more about college?”
You sigh, pushing off the shower wall and stepping out, reaching for the towel on the heated rack and wrapping it around you.
“Not that again,” you try to quip, brushing it off.
Truthfully, you don’t like the idea of moving away for college. You don’t mind living away from home, but Jensen’s here, and you’re having fun with him, so why should that have to end? You never even expected to graduate this year. It’s only thanks to Jensen’s stupid reward scheme and your deal with Holly for her to tutor you in all the boring stuff so you can teach her all the fun stuff that you’ve even gotten this far. Honestly? You’re just shocked – and albeit a little proud – that you’re graduating at all. But college? That seems like a lot more work and a lot less fun without Jensen. What would you even do at college? Most people go to experience parties and boys, but you’ve done all that, and it all seems a little… tedious. Jensen’s got his life together, he’s got a job and a home and you kind of like the idea of slotting into that. Not that it’s anything emotional or serious; it’s purely sex, of course.
“Baby, wait,” Jensen calls softly, grabbing your arm to stop you walking out of the bathroom. He lets go when he’s confident you’re not going to leave, and grabs his own towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Listen, I’m so proud of you,” he begins, reaching up to hold your face in his hands. “Do you realise how much of a big deal it is that you’re graduating? This time last year, you were a different person, and now look at you. You could do anything, why not college?”
“I don’t know, Jensen, I don’t want to,” you mumble, not really wanting to tell him about your reservations of leaving him behind. “I’d never get in.”
“Yes, you would,” he insists. You roll your eyes and take a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll drop it,” he agrees, like he can read your mind. “You should get dried and head back to your dorm, big day tomorrow.”
You nod, smiling gently as he kisses the tip of your nose, letting you go. You turn, and Jensen playfully taps your ass, making you giggle as you step back into his bedroom. You find your clothes dotted around his room and gather them onto the bed, glancing over your shoulder to see Jensen stepping into the room, water droplets still trickling from his hair down his chest and stomach as he, too, searches for clothes to dress in.
“Are you sure that we can’t meet up during finals? They’re gonna be very stressful and I’m gonna need a lot of relief,” you smirk.
Jensen rolls his eyes, kissing your shoulder as he passes you. “I think I’ve distracted you enough this weekend.”
You sigh at his stubbornness and begin drying yourself off and dressing slowly.
“A whole week without sex?” you pout dramatically.
Jensen laughs heartily, “Sweetheart, there will be plenty of times in your life you’ll need to wait longer than that.”
“Not if I’ve got anything to say about it.” Jensen laughs again. “I hope you don’t think I’m eventually gonna calm down, because this is me and you’re just gonna have to get used to it.”
Jensen smirks harder, pulling sweatpants on and stepping up to you. “I guess I can try to do that.” He kisses your lips once more and then heads back towards the bathroom. “Go back to your dorm, I’m serious. You need an early night.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you tease.
You didn’t think you’d be so nervous, but it’s only six in the morning and you’re already wide awake, staring up at the ceiling and overthinking your English final that starts in four hours. Last year, you turned up hungover, and without any studying or preparation under your belt, you’d failed epically. But you didn’t care then. You do now. Stupid Jensen had gotten into your head about doing well and being proud of you, and you suddenly felt this pressure to please him. Dare you admit it, you want to make your father proud too. Something about Jensen’s validation has been making you crave it more, and not just from him but from other people in your life.
You used to get a rise out of annoying people – particularly your father – because it was the kind of attention you thought you needed. Attention that lasted longer than you doing something good. Plus, it was fun partying and finding guys to hook up with. But since Jensen had been rewarding you, telling you how much he cared about you doing well and how proud he was, it had started messing with your head, and now you want to please him. Just the thought makes you crinkle your nose.
You check your phone, waiting for the inevitable text from your father to wish you luck. He never misses these kinds of things, and no doubt he’ll be the cringy parent at graduation cheering for you the loudest as close to the front as he can get. It’s just embarrassing. You roll onto your side and sit up, seeing that Holly is still asleep on the other side of the room. At least once finals are over you don’t have to study anymore, or do work or homework, and you can enjoy summer, hanging out with Jensen and not having to worry about people questioning why you spend time with the principal. Jensen hasn’t spent summer at home in years, and now that you know about him and Clarissa, it makes a lot of sense. You wonder if he’ll stay here this summer too, and if he’ll let you stay with him. You don’t really want to go back to living with your father at home.
You slide the drawer open on your nightstand, reaching inside for the picture frame you packed after Christmas. You glance over to Holly’s bed and check she’s still asleep, before pulling the photo into your lap and smiling softly as you look down at it. It’s probably the last photo you have of you with your Mom and Dad where your Mom looks happy. Though nowadays, you question if she was ever truly happy. She wasn’t happy enough to stay, that much you do know. You’d always been a little rebellious as a kid, but you were never awful. Still, you can’t help but wonder if that’s what drove her away. Would she come back if she knew you were about to get your life together and graduate high school? Maybe if your grades are high enough she’ll want you. Maybe if you track her down and invite her to your graduation she’ll come, and she’ll cheer as loud as your Dad, maybe louder, but you won’t mind because she’ll be back.
You blink tears away and put the photo back in your drawer, face down, sliding it closed again. You can’t think about that right now, or you’ll never concertante enough to graduate high school.
Somehow, you’ve managed to make it through finals week without having a breakdown. You know it’s pointless worrying about your results now that the exams are over. Maybe you’ll fail again, and if you do you’ll just have to stay another year, but that really wouldn’t be an awful thing to have to do, you suppose. Except a bigger part of you than you care to admit is desperate to have done well, so you can prove to your mother why she should love you. And if she doesn’t want to love you, then it’ll only prove that you can do things without her.
You hadn’t dared to bring your mother up to Jared, who had called every night this week to ask about your exams and how you think you did. You’ve asked him a million times before if he knows where your mother went, but he’s never given up her location before. You like to think he would’ve told you by now if he did know. You can’t help but wonder about your grandparents, though. Your grandmother has never asked where your mother had gone, just why. You can’t imagine a proud woman like your grandmother would want much to do with someone who could ‘bring shame upon the family’, but you’d have thought she’d at least want to know where her daughter was; she’s still her mother, after all.
Following your hunch, and one very uncomfortable conversation, your grandmother reluctantly gives you an address. You’d had to make up some excuse as to why you wanted to know, given that she doesn’t know you failed high school the first time, and you’d tried to not think about how long she’d known your mother’s whereabouts without telling you. You could hardly be surprised, though.
Only, now that you have the information, you’re not sure you know what to do with it. She left for a reason, and maybe that reason was you. Could you really handle her rejecting you a second time? You look down at your own writing and then scrunch the paper up, throwing it away. You swallow down tears, snapped out of your thoughts by a text coming through on your cell.
Jensen: Finals are over, why don’t you come get your reward?
She might not want you, but there’s someone who does. You smirk at your cell as you type out your reply.
Y/N: Be right there, daddy
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