Summary: They haven’t been looking for a permanent third, not really. But sometimes you find the thing you need when you least expect it; isn’t that what they always say?

Pairing: Jensen x OFC x Jared

Warnings: Threesome, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Dominance, Blindfolds, Bondage, age difference, dirty talk (especially Jensen, Rough Sex, Rough Blow Jobs, gagging during blow jobs, tears during blow jobs, panic, panic attacks, consensual no condoms, name calling, light verbal humiliation, subspace, bathing, ass play, analingus, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory, J2 heavily implied

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After several moments of just breathing, Jared finally speaks. “Who wants a shower?” He looks over at Jensen and Carly. They’re still facing each other, Carly’s back is to Jared, Jensen’s intensely searching her face and her eyes.

“Guys?” he asks, and Jensen blinks rapidly, his eyes refocusing until their gazes meet.

“Yeah,” Jensen answers. “Shower.” He smiles softly before kissing the tip of Carly’s nose and rolling off the bed. “I’ll get it ready.”

Jared shakes his head and curls around Carly’s back, kissing her neck. “You did good,” he says, and she swells with pride.

The night has unfolded into the most luxurious, exhilarating dream come true for her. She’s played before, but nothing like what she experienced at the hands of these two men. She feels high without so much as a sip of tequila in hours. “Thank you, Sir,” she kisses the forearm banded in front of her shoulders then rests her head back against his chest.

“How d’you feel?” he asks, nuzzling into her hair.

Carly smiles and shakes her head. “Incredible,” she answers. “I dunno if I’ve ever felt this good.”

Jared nods quietly and hugs her tight. Her elated answer solidifies what he already assumed from her mid-scene panic – Carly will need intense and extensive aftercare. She’s a natural for sure with passion and stamina to boot, but the mental side of this kind of experience needs to be cared for just as intensely.

“Ready,” Jensen calls from the cavernous, spa-grade bathroom.

And judging by the way Jensen was staring into Carly just moments before like he was searching for a lifeline or the answer to life itself, Jared also realizes his dear friend will need it just as much.

“C’mon,” Jared pushes up and climbs over Carly to standing then takes her hand. They hold hands all the way to the shower, where Jensen’s already facing the spray in the open stone bay. Carly whimpers at the sight.

Jared grins. “You’re adorable,” he says, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Get in there. I’ll be right back.”

Carly spins and reaches for him. “Don’t leave.” She feels the edge of panic tease her chest.

Jared places a comforting hand over hers. “You’ll want your bag,” he smiles warmly. “And a comb for that rat’s nest on top your head, if we don’t have to shave it.” He winks and squeezes her hand. “Get in there.”

Carly nods, taking a deep breath then smiles easily. Jared nods again and leaves the bathroom.

“Hi, good girl,” Carly hears Jensen’s warm, deep rumble and she turns to see him holding his arms open to embrace her. She walks right into him, and he holds her under the hot water, humming that tune again. It’s a lullaby, she decides – calming and reassuring.

They sway together in the water and steam. He makes Carly feel so cared for, so warm and safe. When Jared returns, he sets her bag on the floor before joining them, two small bottles in hand.

“How we doin’ in here?” Jared asks quietly.

Jensen looks up at him with dreams in his eyes and it makes Jared’s heart clench. Then Jensen nods, blinking slow and lazy before pulling a deep inhale. “Well,” he starts, releasing Carly and looking at her hair. “Let’s see if we can’t return these gorgeous locks to their former glory.”

Jared snorts, setting the small bottle of shampoo on the ledge closest to Jensen. “Did you just make an HGTV joke?” Jensen laughs, jokingly assessing the damage.

“Am I the house?” Carly giggles, letting him spin her and maneuver her as he sets about untying her bun, wetting her hair completely then working the rich suds through her tresses. He’s careful of snarls and knots, as Jared massages her overworked muscles, starting at her calves. All the while the trio makes home restoration jokes and Carly ribs the men for being cheesy.

“Conditioner?” Jensen asks as he pulls the hand shower from the wall to rinse Carly’s hair and body. She hums and sighs under the warmth and touch.

“Leave-in,” Jared answers, reaching for towels as Jensen turns the water off. “It’s in her bag.”  He hands two towels to Jensen, who wraps Carly in one then ties the other around his waist.

Jensen dries Carly, patting and caressing her with the soft cotton, and Jared follows, massaging scented lotion from her bag into her towel-dried skin to indulge her further. “Magnolias,” Jared says. “That’s what it was.” He smiles up at Jensen from where he’s crouched at Carly’s feet.

“Hmm,” Jensen hums and dips his head to kiss Carly’s neck, sending goosebumps rippling in a wave from her head to her toes. “I like it.”

Jared grabs a soft, thick robe from one of the hooks and helps Carly into it. “I noticed you don’t have anything to sleep in,” he says, watching Jensen walk her to the small padded bench facing the vanity.

Carly looks up to meet Jared’s eyes in the mirror as Jensen starts to work conditioner through her damp hair with his fingers and a wide-tooth comb. “Uhh,” she hesitates. She’s never spent the night after a hookup, so she’s never had to have clothes for that.

“Dude, we’ll get her a t-shirt,” Jensen says. “Put this back in her bag?” He hands the conditioner to Jared and finishes combing her hair before putting it in a braid. Jared watches them quietly, observing the relaxed slope of Jensen’s shoulders and the small, content smile on Carly’s face.

“D’you do nails, too?” Carly teases Jensen as he twists the tiny elastic band around the end of her long braid.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says with a light tug of the simple plait. “C’mon.” He takes her hand and ushers her and Jared both out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. “So,” he starts, as he settles Carly on the edge of his bed. “You don’t have to stay.” He accepts the proffered t-shirt from Jared with a sneer. “Of fucking course, you get one of yours.”

Jared rolls his eyes, as Jensen drops the t-shirt to the bed for later. “Like Jensen was saying,” Jared continues, and the name shift isn’t lost on Carly. Until now, Jared referred only to Jensen as Jay or Daddy. Carly felt their scene was over, but now she knows it is. “You don’t have to stay, but we think you should. We had a pretty intense night and you could drop.”

Carly nods slowly, fear of the unknown receding to the dark corners of her mind, where they belong. “That’s never happened to me,” she says. “It doesn’t sound fun.” The panic she endured earlier, the sense of loss when they began to discuss parting ways just now – she imagines those things are just the tip of the iceberg compared to actual sub drop.

Jensen looks down at his bare feet and shifts his weight. “Stay,” he says with finality, looking back up and meeting her eyes. “We’ll take care of you.” She has no desire to argue.

She holds his gaze for a few beats, and Jared sends up a silent prayer that she won’t say no. Then she nods again and answers, “okay.”

“Good,” Jensen says then turns to Jared. “Rock/paper/scissors.” Carly has no idea what they’re playing for, but she’s thoroughly amused.

After three shots, Jensen wins. “You’re makin’ breakfast!” he laughs and launches himself onto the bed behind Carly, tackling her and dragging her with him. “Don’t worry, Carly, he’ll make coffee in the morning. He’s a decent barista.” He nuzzles her neck and settles her on her back, and she giggles. “But I’m a better lay.”

Jared watches in mock disbelief then rolls his eyes again. “I’m gonna burn your bacon,” he says pointedly. “Not yours, Carly – his.” Then he doubles up his towel around his waist and turns toward the door. “Lights on or off?” he asks with a smirk.

“Whatever,” Jensen says, burrowing himself and his damp towel between Carly’s bare legs, pushing her robe open and kissing her neck.

“Off,” Carly answers with a breath, opening her legs to let Jensen in. She figures if they want light, they have nightstand lamps. What she wants is to just feel.

Jared nods and smiles, flips the light switch of,f and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Carly and Jensen make out for a good quarter of an hour. Jensen lost his towel and Carly’s robe three minutes into the whole thing and he’s hard as steel between them, between her thighs, against her belly, her legs; and she’s wet, sodden. But they both love the soft moment.

He loves her sighs, and she loves his moans. His lips pulling at hers and his teeth pulling at the shell of her ear catapults her back to the first time anyone ever touched her intimately, and she almost loses her breath. It’s intense but delicate, and she doesn’t want it to stop.

“Tired?” he asks, slanting his open lips down the front of her throat, tonguing and lightly scraping her thin skin with his teeth. There’s no insistence in his tone or his touch – he’s just there with her, holding her, adoring her, keeping her warm.

She exhales with a quiet smile. “Surprisingly, no,” she answers, arching her neck, baring herself to him. “I guess my adrenaline’s still pumping.”

He smiles against her skin. “You were a goddamn champ,” he says. “That was some high-intensity shit.” He pulls back to look her in the eye, golden-green meeting bronze. “You’re a natural, Carly, but you need to be careful.” He’s suddenly very serious. “If we’d known your level of experience-”

“Don’t say you wouldn’t have brought me back here,” Carly says, squirming in his arms. “Because that’s not fair.”

“Hey,” he chuckles a little. “God, you’re cute, all wiggly and indignant.” He half-heartedly wrestles with her until she relents under him with a heavy sigh and eye roll. “Just… things might’ve been different .” He holds her gaze for a beat, and she relaxes into the puff of the comforter. “You walk around like you own the place and no one would ever question if you know what you’re doin’.” She smirks apologetically. “You could get yourself into a tight spot, is all I’m tryna say.”

Carly drops her eyes. “Okay.” She’s quiet as she rests her hand over his heart. “Thank you.” She brings her eyes back up to meet him, and he nods.

“Don’t mention it.” He grins, dipping his head to kiss her and pushing up on one forearm to guide himself inside her cunt for the first time of the night. As he slowly sinks into her, she moans, and he groans. “Fuck, you feel good,” he says, nuzzling her jaw and licking her skin.

He pushes and grinds and swivels his hips. Carly gasps with every slide. She’s wet but so swollen and used and sensitive that she can feel every curve and ripple of his cock.

“Roll over,” she says, pushing at his chest, and his eyes dance. He rolls to his back, staying inside her, tangling their legs in the chaos of the bed linens.

Carly pushes herself to sit astride his hips, her hands braced on his chest, and she swivels. She fucks him slow, taking him deep, dipping intermittently to take his lush lips with hers. The tip of her braid sways over her shoulder, teasing her nipples.

His hands smooth her thighs on their way to frame her hips, thumbing the place where they’re joined, and he watches her above him, attention rapt. After watching her struggle and flourish right before his very eyes and at his hands, he needs to take his time, give her and himself his undivided attention.

It’s usually Jared who forms a bond with the girls they take on, who needs extra time and care. Jensen doesn’t know how it happened, but the script was flipped tonight, and it doesn’t bother him one bit.

Carly’s pride blooms and glows from his eyes on her. In them, she sees the depth of the affinity she felt but couldn’t quite place the whole night as he touched her. His telling eyes slide from her face down her neck over her breasts and ribcage, dance across her hips and land where she’s taking him inside over and over. She’s never felt so adored.

Jensen drags his eyes back to hers when his thumb slides over her clit, and she moans.

“Oh, fuck,” she whines, feeling the spiral, wet and slick. She pulls up, squeezing him, her inner thighs quaking, before dropping back onto him. When he starts to pulse inside her, she sees stars and digs her fingernails into his chest, riding her orgasm out. He bucks up into her until he’s coming and they’re both hoarse from their cries.

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“Hey, g’mornin’!” Jared calls from the open kitchen as Carly shuffles from Jensen’s room wearing one of Jensen’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Her hair is waved from the braid that was woven into it while still wet, and in the morning light, she’s a fresh-faced beauty. “How’d you sleep? Or, did he even let you sleep?” He gives her a sly smile.

She grins and tilts her head like she’s shy. “I slept well,” she answers, hiking herself up onto one of the kitchen barstools. “I think I wore him out.”

Jared laughs out loud then bobs his head as he pours a cup of coffee and slides it over the counter to her. “Actually, that does not surprise me.” He returns his gaze to her and drags his eyes over the bits of skin he can see from the dip of the v-neck.

“Please tell me there’s coffee,” Jensen mumbles, as he trudges out of his room. “This little hellcat kept me up half the night.” He walks over to Carly, cups the back of her wavy hair and kisses her temple.

Jared slides a cup of coffee to Jensen with a smirk. “Sorry I missed it,” he says. The three of them sip their coffee for a few quiet moments, Jared watching his companions with barely veiled admiration before deciding to speak up again. “D’you work tonight, Carly?”

Carly nods. “At four, yeah.” She looks a little disappointed by her own answer. “And I gotta go home, get ready before.” Her eyes flick up to meet Jared’s and his dart to Jensen.

“Gimme your keys and address,” Jensen says, standing from where he sat on the barstool at her side.

“What?” she says, looking to him in question.

Jensen raises his eyebrows and nods his head toward his bedroom door, where her bag sits on the floor. Carly bites her lip to stifle a full-blown grin and slides from her barstool then sets off to find her bag.

The men watch her disappear into Jensen’s room. “I’ll go get breakfast,” Jensen says as he turns to face Jared. “And her shit and you two can have a little time alone.” He smirks, and the men share a look.

“Man, she’s…” Jared draws a deep breath.

“I know,” Jensen replies, shaking his head and smiling.

“Found ‘em,” Carly says, padding back to the kitchen area, hand outstretched with her house key dangling from her slender fingers.

“Awesome,” Jensen accepts the key and pockets it as he pulls her in for a kiss. “I’ll bring back breakfast and somethin’ sweet,” he mutters against her lips.

She sighs. “Chocolate croissant?” she whispers.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he answers with another small kiss to the tip of her nose before pulling away and shuffling toward the door. He digs through his jacket pocket for car keys and his phone and slides his feet into his shoes.

Jared rounds the counter and drapes an arm over Carly’s shoulder. “We’ll text you the address,” he says.

Jensen turns, and his breath catches at the sight of Jared and Carly, cozied together. Memories of the night before and hopes for the future swirl together in his mind. He grins, swings his key ring around his finger, then grips the doorknob to leave. “Save some for me,” he says with a wink before slipping out the door.

“I don’t think he meant coffee,” Jared says, as he looks down and Carly with a smirk.

“Yeah, probably not.” She smiles up at him.

Before they know it, they’re kissing slow then fast, then Jared’s lifting her and carrying her to the couch. He lays her on her back and hovers over her, kissing her mouth and pulling Jensen’s boxers down and off her body.

“This’s the first time we’ve kissed,” Carly says, breathing and smiling dreamily with Jared’s mouth on her jaw then throat. “You taste good.”

Jared smiles against her skin, pulls his t-shirt over her head and kisses every inch of smooth and pale, freckled skin. “So do you,” he says, licking and nipping his way down her body until his face is buried between her legs.

His fingers and tongue tease her, and she sighs and moans and giggles. Jared teases her with words, too, between sucking and licking her. Then he pushes two fingers inside her, twists them, then just one, and she bucks up into his face. “Impatient little girl,” he chastises her, pulling her clit between his lips. “Wait’ll your Daddy gets home.”

Carly groans and Jared doubles down on her with all he’s got.

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Jensen lets the door close behind him with a soft click then moves to the kitchen counter to place the boxes full of breakfast there. He makes his way around the couch to find Carly sleeping with Jared wrapped around her, both covered in a fur throw. “Aren’t you two a sight,” he smirks at Jared, quietly setting her bag aside.

Jared licks his smiling lips and lets his eyes wander lazily over Jensen’s form. “Dude,” he whispers, feeling his heart swell. “She’s-”

“I know, I know,” Jensen answers again, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table, hands clasped and hanging loosely between his open knees.

They haven’t been looking for a permanent third, not really. But sometimes you find the thing you need when you least expect it; isn’t that what they always say? Regardless, both men know that something happened last night – something that can’t be ignored.

“So?” Jared asks, looking hopefully to his companion.

Jensen glances up from where his gaze intensely studied Carly’s sleeping form. He shakes his head once. “I’m in,” he answers. “You?”

“Me too,” Jared answers without hesitation. “What now?”

The men return their gaze to the warm, sweet question between them, watching her doze peacefully and quietly. “Up to her,” Jensen answers, just as Jared knew he would.

Carly nuzzles into Jared’s embrace, sleeping and dreaming, unaware of what awaits her once she comes back to consciousness.